“Slave Play,” it turns out, is the blunter way of phrasing what Teá and Patricia are up to. They call it Antebellum Sexual Performance Therapy. They birthed it at Smith and raised it up at Yale, and it’s a radical role-play-based therapy intended to “help black partners reengage intimately with white partners from whom they no longer receive sexual pleasure.” It’s about “tackling your anhedonia at its source,” Teá assures Kaneisha, Phillip, and Gary, as all three couples reemerge onto the stage in the play’s second act, with the nervy closed faces of actors girding their loins for a particularly frustrating talk-back. The brilliant twist of Slave Play is that for all the graphic intimacy of the show’s first act, its performers are infinitely more exposed in the acts to come, when the real people that they’re playing must struggle to come to grips with the fantasies they’ve just enacted. The casual put-on racism, seemingly bizarre desires, and flights of violence that occurred during the couples’ role-play might have hurt, but attempting to look each other in the eyes after the performance — attempting to speak to each other and, more important and more difficult, to listen — is going to hurt much, much more.
What?
I did theater for years and eventually quit because I realized 90% of it was weirdos acting out their repressed sexual desires. I’d have arguments with people about needing to make quality productions, and not just giving drama nerds a reason to dry hump each other and act like they accomplished something. Even I never thought it would come to this.

A poor excuse to allow NYT journalists unleash every pent-up, racist archetype into a

orgy of words.
I think it’s obvious the playwright would take part in these demeaning sexual fantasies in private, feel guilty about his role playing afterwards, and then decided to write a play about it to somehow come to grips with his conscience. It’s sickening. This is what I tried telling people in the Malia Obama thread, who said “oh they want someone who went to Harvard.” Going to these Ivy League schools doesn’t mean shyt - just look how backwards this playwright from Yale is.