In his latest one-person ‘memoir,’Say Cheese, Mr. Jordan takes us through all the ‘sordid’ details of his various relationships, particularly his several live-in, ‘straight’ escorts whom he meets at Atlanta’s Swinging Richards, a male strip club catering to mostly gay men. Illustrated by large photographs of these hunky, unclothed giants (he likes ‘em tall), the descriptions and dimensions we see and hear more about leave little to our imagination. Each tale, in true Leslie Jordan style, takes many circuitous side-trail journeys to reach its end. We hear of addictions, recoveries, sexual fantasies and frustrations as well as of trips together, hotel hilarities, and personal observations and wisdoms about scores of subjects and people. The ways the stories are told are often funnier than the stories themselves. Mr. Jordan is a true Southern Belle, employing every Deep-South expression, mannerism, and phrase possible. Anyone from the South (I happen to be a fellow Tennessean) particularly can find special humor and private chuckles in remembering similar-in-our-backgrounds people and circumstances like that ones Mr. Jordan is throwing at us by the bushels – references that others in the audience probably totally miss.