(Time to interact with someone in crowd a little bit.)
Hello there, where are you from? Ah, New York. Born and raised? And how about your date there, the handsome gentleman you’re with this evening, New York as well? Well … you’re both the kind of people I wish I could be, or could have as friends. Oddly enough, I will think about you two pretty often over the next few months from time to time, not even knowing your names, just remembering what you two look like. And I’ll ascribe characteristics to each of you, values and qualities that I long for and fail to see in myself. I will, strangely enough, start to actually base my self-worth on what I think you would or wouldn’t say about what I’ve done with my life. In some of the moments when I ponder the two of you, I’ll imagine a breakup scenario that allows you (gesture to the woman) and me to start dating and reminiscing about how we met in a comedy club when I was onstage. If I think the fantasy all the way through, I’ll realize that, more than making love to you, I want to simply be you. It won’t figure into my sexuality at all, which is to say, it’s not that I’m a man wanting to be a woman so he can make love to men.
(Ask crowd if they’re having a good time tonight, and if they could make some noise. Then resume bit.)