58 posts categorized "BROADWAY BARES"
In honor of tonight's dual performances of Broadway Bares, a revisitation of my day with Team New York last week. Don't watch if you're allergic to butts.
Above, some very easy-on-the-eyes scenes from Team New York's march on Chelsea.
Yesterday, I slavishly ran over to Rufskin in Chelsea (235 W. 19th), where Team New York was making a group personal appearance in order to raise cash to fight AIDS and to become the biggest money-raisers of Broadway Bares. Not necessarily in that order.
The guys, who were (barely) dressed in Speedos and tanks, served drinks and hawked merch to customers, pointing out that Rufskin was donating 30% of all proceeds from afternoon sales to the cause.
I was lucky enough to tail (literally) my pal Andrew and two other eye-poppers as they marched on Chelsea, invading businesses and personal space with red buckets that were hungry for cash. You'd be surprised how many hot guys will ignore a fellow hot guy when a request for money is involved, so I encouraged the boys to go after softer targets: We gentlemen past 40 are always willing to chat with shirtless youngsters and can often be relied upon to open out wallets to celebrate the occasion.
COLD FRONT: These CBS anchors LOATHE each other. Hilarious!
Rep. Carolyn McCarthy (D-New York) has (treatable) lung cancer.
Sachi Parker's book about her mom Shirley MacLaine now a play.
Sean Kushner looks mighty good in them red shorts.
Adam Huss is just as hot and muscly.
SHELL OF A MAN: A great way to get fired from Taco Bell.
Sen. Graham (R-S. Carolina): "No evidence" tying Obama to IRS.
Illinois marriage-equality sponsors issue apology.
Reed Kelly offers autograph for Broadway Bares donation.
The definitive post on actresses playing actresses.
The secret behind Alyssa Edwards's worst-ever date.
Conservatives desperate to halt equality in the UK.
CHECK OUT THE "WORK UNFRIENDLY" SHOTS AT MY TUMBLR.
My pal Jason had to remind me about Broadway Bares: Solo Strips at XL tonight, which I attended following a friend's book-signing. It was pretty crowded, probably because there was only one show this time.
The audience contained plenty of Broadway Bares-backers, including many who'd shucked their clothes in the past for the same cause: To raise cash for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS. Andrew Glaszek and Matthew Steffens were among those scouting the competition. (Okay, okay: Supporting friends. Okay, fine: Ogling friends.)
Above, a gallery filled with sexy bodies and skin, skin, skin
The program was as lean as its stars, featuring short but sweet (more like fast and dirty) performances of the variety that used to get ladies with bad reputations hauled off to the hoosegow just a few decades ago. But as always, the men of Broadway Bares managed to be racy without getting distastefully raunchy. Maybe it's because, as Broadway professionals, they never forget to SMILE.
AMAZING remix of "Ding-Dong! The Witch is Dead" from 1996.
Michelle Obama tears up over gun control.
Washington State goes after anti-gay florist.
Jocks who go commando.
13 y.o. dachshund has the world's best owner.
Stacey Dash (who???) vs. Jay-Z & Beyoncé.
Montana House decides sodomy is legal after all.
Rick Santorum disinvited from speaking at MI school.
One of my new favorite artists.
Broadway Bares: Solo Strips returns, nakeder than ever. Good cause, great buns.
How do you expect a president to react when you fire her sister? "Uncouth" means "she knows too much."
Your chance to meet Constantine Maroulis & Deborah Cox.
Men's underwear of the month club:
Last night was the Broadway Bares installment "Winter Burlesque," a pastiche of past numbers and new naughtiness that blew hot and hotter on a cold New York night. And to think, it was all to benefit a good cause—Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS.
I arrived less than an hour early and was still one of the first in the house, the house being XL on W. 42nd across the street from my apartment. I planted myself directly in front of the catwalk's end, just behind the section of the club that had been roped off for higher-paying guests who wanted to watch the show from a seated position like civilized perverts. (I got to snap another photo of XL's hottest server, at left, waiting on some.)
NOTE: Low-res videos of some of the show's hottest numbers are here. Hi-res and ultra-dirty photos from the show that I am not allowed to reveal on my blog are or will soon be available here. (Follow my tumblr, please.)
I was next to the house videographer and some guys who shyly confessed to being Bares-backers for many years—they own all of the official DVDs and know many of the dancers' names. If only they knew my own past with the show, they'd have realized they were in good company.
The show started with a bang—stunning Judah Gavra emerged, let his coat slip away to reveal his naked ass and then gestured to the title card revealing that the show's first number was to be "Burlesque is Back".
Angie Schworer sang the number, a saucy celebration of the art of getting naked on a stage, with the right amount of humor and bawdy sexiness. She reminded me of Wendi McLendon-Covey meets Jane Krakowski. And speaking of crack, she and her bevy of beauties didn't skimp on the skimpy outfits.
"Fringe Benefits," a classic Bares number with an Elvis theme, may have been performed before, but lead dancer Steven Wenslawski made it his own and made the audience his bitches while he was at it. When he shook his butt at us, it was with all the confidence of someone who knows that while beauty is only skin deep, it's still awfully nice to have it.