The teaser for season two of Sebastian La Cause's excellent Web series Hustling makes it look even moodier and more alluring. It's great stuff if you've been missing it so far...
My pal Tim O'Leary turns in an exhaustively researched list of the 40 hottest Broadway babies over at AfterElton. If you think 40 is a lot, I think: "How did he edit it down to so few?"
I'm seeing Madonna in November with one of these luscious performers. Guess which one? Not one of the ones pictured—that would be too easy.
Two of my virtual pals, Steven Wenslawski (above) and Sidney Erik Wright (below) are again participating in Broadway Bares and could use your support. Hey, if you're not gonna be there Sunday to greedily stuff $20 into their thongs, you can at least do so online, right? Do Steven here and do Sidney here.
Andrew Glaszek, Todd Riegler, La Cause, Jess Press & Andreas Anastasis
Belated congrats to Sebastian La Cause, who won an Indie Soap Award for Best Actor in a Drama for his turn as (here's where the acting part really kicks in) over-the-hill hustler Ryan Crosby in his project Hustling: An Original Web Series.
It's old news, but it's also new news because the award ceremony will be broadcast on March 18, 2012, at Web channel SFN.
To see the first season of Hustling, hustle on over here.
Sebastian La Cause, an amazing dancer, actor and God's gift to the sighted (see above), just contacted me to alert me to the fact that he's now also an auteur—he's written, directed and acts in (among other things) a new Web series called Hustling that you can like on Facebook by clicking here.
Described as "a story about starting over, growing older and making peace with your past," the series stars La Cause, Daphne Rubin-Vega, Gerald McCullouch, Brian Keane, Andrew Glaszek, Brent Barrett, Shannon Lewis, Max Carpenter (pictured), Todd Riegler and Jessica Press, and is set to begin at the end of October or in early November.
Sebastian's enthusiasm is infectious...can't wait to see what this is all about!
Everyone knows I live for Broadway Bares. (Not really, but sometimes it feels like it!) So please don't be shocked when I post a few more shots—all by Linda Lenzi of BroadwayWorld.com—and direct you to click over for even more.
Her stuff is pro AND backstage, so even if you've seen all your friends' snapshots, you'll still find something new.
***PLEASE CLUE ME IN ON NAMES OF ANY UNIDENTIFIED DANCERS***
Last night was the twenty-first annual edition of Broadway Bares and the fourth one in a row I've attended. Broadway Bares XXI: Masterpiece! snuck up on me; as I was watching it, I was thinking it wasn't my favorite. However, looking back at pictures and videos, it's obvious that there were some stunning numbers in spite of some pretty cringe-worthy humor interludes. In fact, the full-length musicals in which the night's dancers are currently performing should take notes.
The David? How about The Brandon! (Rubendall)
We arrived at Roseland to get in line around 9:30PM, so would have our pick of spots once the show let us in two hours later. Jason and I ran into a bunch of his friends, including Clark Kent, "Hey, Jude," and someone who once dated with Truth Wins Out good-fighter Wayne Besen (I guess his ex-, just not an ex-gay). There was a Bares virgin among us (sounds like a Treasure Media title), but the rest of us knew what to expect inside—skin, bawdy humor and opportunities to slip green into pink and/or brown. (Sidebar: Not just saying that—this year's Bares felt remarkably more racially diverse than past installments.)
Let's just look at Rotation here instead of at the end
Just past 11:30PM and after the 9:30PM show's patrons had spilled into the streets looking keyed up and, well, drunk, we filed in and beelined to the far side of the middle runway. I was pleased to be right at the stage, yet I'd later realize my "less good" position in previous years had actually been more desirable—I was so close it was tougher to take pictures and, at times, see thanks to the very sweet but confoundingly non-transparent guy in front of me. Making conversation as a go-go boy doled out ones in exchange for twenties, he asked me if I liked that the dancer was wearing a cock ring.
The sea of horny homos looked like Grindr come to life; I didn't check it inside, but I imagine the first 50 guys on my screen would have been 0 feet away.
Keegan Albrecht paints "Come back to Broadway Bares, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean"
The place was teeming with celebrities along with testosterone, including Wilson Cruz (in my group yet too far for me to chat with), John Benjamin Hickey, Nick Adams, BearCity's Joe Conti, entertainer nonpareil Scott Nevins, Jack Plotnick, Jonathan D. Lovitz and probably more.
While waiting for things to begin, we were treated to watching a cute artiste (Keegan Albrecht) painting an image of James Dean, but it was just as fun watching the pre-show T-shirt vendors attempting to steal the dancers' thunder by baring their buns for a determinedly devoted crew at the end of the middle runway.
