Mango Kiss

“Am I your primary, your secondary, or just another spoke in your wheel?” asks Lou, narrator of this gaily colored sex comedy, she chronicles her no-longer-platonic relationship with her best friend, performance-artist Sassafras, who was long uncertain about her gender preference before coming down fully on the Sapphic side. Now they're a couple, cohabitating and working downscale jobs in a dominatrix-owned San Francisco supermarket. The community is like a sexual candy store – full of Sweet Tarts, Red Hots and Jawbreakers – and Sassafras says she's got to taste all 21 flavors; she cruises the S&M underground, hooking up with a musical punk while assuring Lou that she comes first. Rock steady Lou, secretly chagrined, tries to please her lover by playing along – heavy emphasis on “play.” For, in their pursuit of sensual happiness, these college grads adopt attitudes and argot of early childhood. But infantilism isn't enough to sugar-coat Lou's achy heart when she realizes fidelity is the ultimate lifestyle.