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Put the word “vagina” in a play, and people will come. Put Eve Ensler’s heartbreakingly raw poetry in a play, and people will leave changed. From the playwright and performer who brought her one-woman smash, The Vagina Monologues, to the Studio Theatre last year, comes another play to slap D.C.’s boring-ass dating aesthetic and stultified gender roles upside their pathetic little heads: Floating Rhoda and the Glue Man, a dreamlike chronicle of an everywoman heroine and her everyday relationships. Like a hardcore Bridget Jones, Rhoda takes a class to improve sex with an abusive boyfriend: “No, Coyote, that’s not what it says. It says no penetration for the first month….Otherwise the workshop leader said we’ll be acting from the addictive penis, driven by low self-esteem and fear of impotence rather than the warrior penis who is always connected to life.” Spewing imaginative wordplay and double-entendre, Rhoda stops floating when she finds her Glue Man—someone worth sticking around for: “I don’t want to fall in love. I want to brace myself and prepare….I want to see exactly who the person is sans myth, sans romance, sans illusion….I want to say, ‘Oh look, ice cream makes him happy. That’s what he wants. Ice cream.’” We hear you singing, Rhoda. Glue Men, this is your mating call. At 7:30 p.m. Thursday to Saturday and 3 p.m. Sunday, to Saturday, March 18, at the Warehouse Theatre, 1021 7th St. NW. $15. (202) 466-1629. (Amanda Fazzone)