Her signature was a form of theatrical androgyny that confused as much as it delighted. She would sing love songs to women, using the masculine grammatical forms in Yiddish, but with a knowing wink that acknowledged the artifice. For Jewish immigrant audiences—many of whom had left behind rigid gender roles in the shtetl for the bewildering freedoms of the New World—Pepi was a revelation. She was the anxiety and the ecstasy of assimilation made flesh.
By Anya Shapiro
Her most famous number, rarely recorded but often described, was a parody of the operatic tenor. She would stride out in a frock coat too large for her, a fake mustache that seemed to have a life of its own, and proceed to butcher a Puccini aria with deliberate, hilarious off-key notes—before ripping off the mustache mid-crescendo and finishing the song in a pure, beautiful soprano. The audience would erupt. It was drag, deconstruction, and virtuosity in a three-minute package. pepi litman male impersonator birthplace ukraine
She was born in Ukraine, a land of blood and black soil, and she carried that weight across an ocean. Onstage, she transformed that weight into a feather in a fedora. And for a few glorious decades on Second Avenue, Pepi Litman proved that a woman pretending to be a man could tell the truest stories about what it means to be human. Her signature was a form of theatrical androgyny