ABOVE: Universal appeal.

BELOW: Trump's wall fail, jock flashed under his towel (another one!), gay hustler goes straight and more ...

A boy and the band (Images by Carol Rosegg)

My friend Brett Ross attended a performance of Daniel's Husband at the Westside Theatre (407 W. 43rd St.), where it's playing through Sunday, December 30, and had much the same reaction I did — it is a great play not to be missed, and one he said had changed his mind about the importance of same-sex marriage.

No mean feat for a confirmed bachelor!

Featuring the same cast from the 2017 production I reviewed, the show is a must if you're in NYC.

 My original review below ...

ABOVE: Moore! Moore! Moore!

BELOW: Keep reading for Trump's attack on California, Blaze Bernstein's alleged killer pleading not guilty, how Trump's fake A.G. is anti-gay, Madonna's $30K movie prop and more ...

Dmitry, a schoolteacher stripped of everything — played by John DiMino(All images by Ashley Garrett via LuredThePlay.com)

If you are a member of the LGBTQ community, chances are you've heard of the unimaginable persecution of gay men in Russia in recent years. Most shockingly, several years ago, neo-Nazi groups began attracting men with promises of sex via hookup apps, only to brutalize them on video to destroy their lives and teach them the lesson that homosexuality is a diabolical western plague.

In Frank J. Avella's revelatory play Lured, playing now through November 25 at Theater for the New City (155 First Ave., NYC), this grotesque violation of humanity is dramatized in an ingenius way that contextualizes the trend while never flinching from portraying the depravity.

Sticking together: Reid, Sinoway, Lake & Edwin

I just laughed my ass off at a performance of Adam Minus Josh, a potent original comedy about gay dating by Dan Fingerman (of the equally fresh Boys of a Certain Age) that's like evolved Neil Simon through a Mean Girls prism.

(Image via La MaMa)

UPDATE: Extended through October 14!

Gunnar Montana's throbbing Kink Haüs, currently playing at La MaMa (66 E. 4th St., NYC) through October 6, is billed as fringe, but I came away thinking it was more mainstream than it realizes — and I think the patron who brought her 12-year-old daughter would agree with me.

Regardless of how out-there or in-here the show actually is, it's an attention-grabbing, joyful gender-romp that is athletically choreographed and a visual smorgasbord ...

He wrote the book on it. (Images by Matthew Rettenmund)

Scott Thompson of The Kids in the Hall fame closed a three-night stand at Joe's Pub in NYC Sunday night with  Aprés le Déluge: The Buddy Cole Monologues, an interesting, aggressive set that rounded up pieces from the acerbic, terminally flamboyant character's entire existence.

Some of the older monologues retained their humor in spite of feeling dated,  including once-savage quips about HIV (“First, they said it was from poppers, so I didn't worry because I never used them. Then they said it was in semen. That gave me pause.”), but others felt more relevant than ever, and his newer pieces soared and scored.

Kathy Griffin, who forget to give a fuck (Images by Matthew Rettenmund)

Kathy Griffin's triumphant return to stand-up continued the night after her Radio City Music Hall debut with a drop-dead funny set at Carnegie Hall in NYC Tuesday night.

Fitting, since the petite firebrand was opportunistically smeared as being a potential killer by her — our — political enemies, who didn't care that the trickle-down effect would be the lunkheaded Republican rank-and-file treating her like an actual murderer, not to mention a traitor and terrorist.

Griffin, whose set felt like a two-and-a-half gab session with your wittiest, most politically engaged fag hag (she rejects “fruit fly,” as will the poltically correct kids who already hate “fag hag” in a few years — wait for it), seems to have recovered nicely from the public shaming to which she was subjected by Trump and his flying-monkey minions, all over an image of Griffin holding a Trump mask covered in ketchup.