This drag comedian confronts power with a laugh in Karachi
In Karachi, we have a complicated relationship with ‘sex-talk’.
Puberty secrets enveloped in hushed giggles are whispered across school corridors growing up, and if you’re lucky, you find a safe digital space where you can ask questions, explore and deconstruct and analyse anything and everything that piques your interest.
But for many, there is no ‘sex-talk’ and the journey of discovery begins with stained bedsheets or stained pants or even a confusing dream that our society most often does not deem fit to acknowledge, let alone explain.
Puberty becomes doubly confusing because spaces that would enable an understanding or exploration of what is happening to your body are far and few in number – and so, many grownups in Karachi lay trapped in a sexual adolescence forever: confused, afraid and unwilling to even ask questions about that which ‘fits’ and suits their purpose of reproduction. It’s not something we talk about, and it really isn’t something we joke about. Women, especially, just bear it.
But there’s a drag queen in town, and she’s not only joking about it – she’s waging a full fledged war against stigmatisation and sexual repression. Miss Phudina Chuttni does stand-up comedy sets every so often in Karachi, lighting little fires that rage across the city. Her thematic inspiration is sexuality – but she uses it as a springboard for all sorts of political and social commentary.
Jokes beginning with raunchy descriptions of illicit encounters build up to clever jabs at Ali Zafar’s recent performance of misogyny, jokes detailing illicit preferences serve as insightful windows into class privilege and the disconnects it nurtures in the city. Miss Phudina Chuttni is funny, she’s clever and she’s out to burn down the patriarchy.
I recently had the privilege of attending her show, and then speaking with the personality behind the persona, Muhammad Moiz, about the craft and its costs. Both experiences were enlightening, exciting – and they left me ever so hopeful as I witnessed a Karachi in which strangers felt safe sharing a space where they could laugh about an act that almost everyone is expected to partake in, but no one is allowed to talk about.
Miss Phudina Chuttni's thematic inspiration is sexuality – but she uses it as a springboard for all sorts of political and social commentary.
The thing that stood out most about the performance space was the fact that it was brimming with people – expectant Karachiites of all ages, seated on chairs, huddled in cramped corners, even in the performance area itself. The room felt cozy, and once Miss Phudina Chuttni took to stage, it even started to feel safe.
As a rule, she never picks on women, and even as she does audience work with men, she never punches down. Comfort is given a lot of importance, to the extent that the only disruptive presence in the room was told to leave the space by Miss Chuttni because she did not want the individual to feel unsafe or uncomfortable due to the nature of the content, nor did she want the audience to feel unsafe because of the presence of someone who was uncomfortable with the comedic material.
‘The audience being uncomfortable makes the performer uncomfortable,’ shared Muhammad Moiz when we got the chance to catch up a few days after the show. He described standup to be a ‘bilateral process’ sharing that he is constantly observing the audience’s response to different ideas and words, and molding his material accordingly – a process which results in eighty percent of his show running on improvised material.
Perhaps the most interesting thing about this process is the internal negotiation that it requires with every risk woven into the content, intrinsic to the subject that it explores. Moiz described, ‘Whatever is happening is within a power structure – there are those who through comedy criticise that power structure, but I am trying to subvert it. I am rattling the power structure, the cage. My drag queen is not ashamed of sex and she talks about it in a way that in our society mostly men do.’