Dylan’s cast are mostly brown and black people, but his audience is mostly white.
At 17:03 Dylan says that the odds of anyone asking him for a tampon are slim to none. The token black lady in the crowd then asks for one on a microphone and Dylan sings about tampons.
At 52:40, Dylan says “We have a boob update! They’ve just evened out, thank god. And I’ve been on estrogen now for about a year, so I finally got to graduate to progesterone. I’m telling you, it’s doing the lord’s work.” The two real women in his show are larping as men. One is a black woman in a tuxedo and she says, “My fabulous boobs are a huge part of my trans-masculinity.” The Asian tuxedo lady says, “I got a breast reduction in college because it was the closest thing I could get to a top surgery, but my dream body, a ken doll: nothin’ on top, nothin’ on the bottom.”
These moments stuck out to me, but I tuned out a lot of the show. It was boring and all about being trans with lots of pink frills and feathers all around. I don’t remember seeing many (if any) shots of the all-woman orchestra.