The unlikely rehabilitation of lad culture, led by a self-confessed unlikely queer role model, starts here. Chloe Petts is bewildered to be approached by worried parents, concerned about the burgeoning sexuality of their daughters. After all, she’s a football obsessive who loves witnessing a rammy in a pub; a product of 1990s lad mags, the braindead swagger of Kasabian, appreciation for a pithily cruel tabloid headline and ‘big naturals’, those female ‘funbags’ that used to appear unadorned on Page 3. Perpetuating the same dubious patterns in her romantic life, emotionally repressed to the extent of only letting things out on the terraces, she’s upfront and honest about her many, many failings. Yet equally, she’s a gender and sexuality pioneer, a knowledgeable intermediary and gateway for different sub-cultures that once would never have mixed, but whose lines are becoming increasingly blurred.

Having her cake and eating it where nostalgic archetypes are concerned, indulging and damning them, Petts is especially brutal towards straight men, offering them tender understanding before dismissing them in the most sweeping terms. She gorges on the tales bisexual girls share with her of disappointing male lovers. But she can still learn something from her dad about defusing a charged situation. And her front-foot confidence belies her attuned social awareness and robust self-deprecation, with the European analogy she suggests for her teenage self barrelling into a moshpit simply the mot juste. It’s hard to think of many stand-ups as in command of their stage presence.

Chloe Petts: Big Naturals, Pleasance Courtyard, until 24 August, 7pm; main picture: Matt Stronge.