Lena Dunham is for Barack Obama, and marriage equality is one reason why.

Lady Gaga's tour—The Born This Way Ball—will kick off April 27 in Seoul, South Korea, and will have about 150 dates worldwide. Looks cool, very rock-operatic like Rocky Horror Picture Show meets Frankenstein. Oh, wait, RHPS already met Frankenstein. But anyway, you get the gist. (The guys around her look like Color Me Badd or something!)

If I get some funds, I'll go.

This is what the poster reminds me of.

Check out who's wearing rainbow flip-flops. (It's totally worth looking if only because he's adorable anyway.)

True Blood's Stephen Moyer tells Men's Health (July/August 2011) of his physique:

"I am lazy. I am lazy. I am lazy. I find that I don't go at it if I don't have someone making me. You'd be amazed at how quickly I let it all go."

On maintaining a mystique, he says:

"[The actors] who go into the room and don't do anything are the ones who turn people's heads. Might not be able to act for shit, but they're the ones people are interested in. They want enigmatic."

The lazy, enigmatic bastard looks pretty good, no? Shirtless here.

My pal Simon Curtis's new single "Superhero" is premiering exclusively at Just Jared—and I love it! I'd heard it a couple of weeks ago without realizing it was meant to be the lead single, and I'm so glad it is.

You likey?

Sexy-ass (literally!) Josh Hopkins almost lost his swimsuit while frolicking with co-star Courteney Cox in what is shaping up to be a fine showmance to benefit Cougar Town. But who needs that show when this show is far more revealing—and you don't even have to crack a TV Guide for it.

Ryan McPartlin shows off his assets over at Just Jared, and he's Just Stunning.

Jonathan Groff was in NYC but didn't do Broadway Bares...because he had a two-set solo concert at Joe's Pub that seems to have gone well. 

And I'm just asking without attacking because who knows the reasons why, but...why was Sean Hayes not at Broadway Bares? Just seems like he'd be a great fit as at least a special guest. His co-star, Kristin Chenoweth, even bothered to perform (despite being playfully teased for being too thin by Jackie Hoffman).

And what about the leads from the gayest show on Broadway at the moment, La Cage aux Folles—Douglas Hodge and Kelsey Grammer? Nick Adams showed up. Nudity isn't required, just a desire to fight AIDS.

UPDATE: Looks like Sean Hayes was there. Aw, Sean, you shoulda gotten up onstage! Same goes for Zachary Quinto...in a jockstrap:

 

Note: I am very open to receiving IDs of any- and everyone in this post! 

Tons of sensationally hot videos are here. Tons more ditto pictures are here. And support Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS!

  My third Broadway Bares, directed by Josh Rhodes and assistant director Lee Wilkins and produced by Jerry Mitchell with a Monopoly theme, was the best yet even if the star power was not as jaw-dropping as one might expect for a 20th anniversary show—no matter, because who the fuck cares about Missy Tony Winner when you've got a stage filled with the country's best, brightest and nakedest Broadway dancers? The night was like one big no-handed edging session. I'm not sure if the experience is untoppable, but if it isn't, it's definitely a power bottom in sequins.

Shiny, happy people

Jason and I (pictured, above) showed up at 10:35 last night to line up for the midnight show, only to find the line snaking out of Roseland and about three-quarters of the way to 53rd already. It was already a gay-list day—not only did I spot both Leslie Jordan and Paolo Andino on Ninth Avenue, but I got all blogged down by brunching with Kenneth from Kenneth in the (212) and running into Jesse Archer, Joe Jervis (pictured), Jared Eng and Andy Towle at BB. See, not all bloggers spend their lives in the pajamas...though I'm in mine as I type this. Hmmm.

The lovely AJ Thorpe ushered us in

They let us in around 11:30, whereupon we made a beeline for the middle, settling on the inside edge of stage right. It was packed and quite warm (a 90-degree day had preceded) but not too bad. I feel terrible for the cute guy adhered to me from the front (I felt bad, but he felt good) because my camera must have poked him 200 times later on. I saw some of the usual pervs—myself included—many of whom pop up in my videos from previous years.

The show started 20 minutes late, but it unfolded at whiplash pace. Dapper Euan Morton (so brilliant eons ago in Taboo) kicked off the opening number "The Best Game in Town" in a top hat and tails a good little monopolist, introducing us to the lovely ladies who stood in for the iconic game pieces. Each and every one was described in sexually suggestive ways, even the wheelbarrow—you can guess what she's capable of carrying away.

No, THIS is the best game in town

 There she is, Miss...Vanessa L. Williams

The show's biggest star opened the whole thing 

With no build-up, he introduced the biggest stars of the night, the resurging Vanessa Williams (don't even dream that she would be dumb enough to get naked again) and everybody's favorite Christian Broadway bombshell Kristin Chenoweth. The ladies were on point and suitably glam, sporting nice gams.

Josh's entrance (the other one is available to view here.)

Joshua Buscher, a West Side Story dancer in possession of (this must be official somewhere?) the greatest white behind on the Great White Way was someone I picked out last year as a dazzler; this year, he starred in a show-stopping number called "The Bank" set to Lady GaGa's "Money Honey" (OMG, or was he copying Madonna???) that culminated with him dancing totally nude while basically wearing two male peers. It was a well-tailored fit. 

 

Josh puts it allll behind him

If you want all the minutiae about what the ladies accomplished this year, you might need to search for a Girl Culture blog; I love women, but I was so boycrazy I fear I will not do justice to the female-driven numbers. I do know that soon after a rowdy lipstick-lezzie lingerie number called "Connecticut Avenue", a talented, black-bustiered female Alysha Umphress crooned Journey's "When the Lights Go Down in the City" so well that I do hope someone went down on her after the show.

Via Just Jared: Henry Cavill tells Glamour UK (February 2010) that mentally cheating is more devastating to men than actual cheating, because men are compartmentalized about the sex act:

"Sending dirty texts and emails is a true betrayal. Men can have an emotional detachment from sex."

Ladies: The loophole is, just tell him, "Women can have an emotional detachment from sexts." Meanwhile, if thinking about cheating is as bad as cheating, Henry and I are caught dead to rights here and now.