Tonight, you'll finally be able to get a load of Hustling, an original Web series conceived by, written by, directed by and starring Sebastian La Cause, a staple of Broadway Bares perhaps most famous for his titular turn on Broadway in The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Hustling is about Ryan Crosby, a turning-40 hustler still turning tricks even though he's now more of a rentman than a rentboy. He's sick of that life—and also of his fading porn career—and is looking for something else he's really good at (hint: you'll be drooling watching him do it).
Oh, that Sebastian La Cause!
If you think the hooker premise is well-worn (said the writer of the novel Boy Culture), I can assure you the execution is very fresh. I attended a private screening of several episodes on Monday in TriBeCa and was thoroughly impressed that La Cause—a first-timer behind the camera—had come up not only with an interesting and likable character but with a witty script filled with unexpected humor and situations.
The series also looks good (important when you're filming your own gorgeous physique); it has an edgy but unpretentious style to it. My only criticism would be that the sound mixing is definitely problematic in some spots. But considering the episodes were churned out on passion and empty pockets, they are quite an achievement.
As of midnight last night, it was exactly six years since my first post. It's been a tough thing to keep up with a dayjob and outside activities, and just when I think I might walk away, a valuable connection or interesting opportunity or a kind word comes my way. Thank you all for reading me.
With thanks to Andrew: I know now how I'll be spending every third Wednesday afternoon after work—scanning "Theater Buff," a new feature on The Broadway Blog by Tom Mizer that features interesting interviews with some of Broadway's (buffest) actor/dancer/singers. Mizer already has quesionnaires up from the likes of John Carroll (left, who I just ran into and who's as nice as he is fine), Alfie Parker Jr. (center) and Andrew Cao (right), just to name a few. Actually, his hit list looks like my Facebook friends list. Did I mention I like good-looking men? I know, it's the weirdest thing...no accounting for taste!
"To think I was this unpopular gay boy from Long Island with no friends and now I'm talking arm in arm all through Act One on Broadway with the icon Elaine Paige!"
"I looked like the OMG Kitty of YouTube fame!"
"Ignore a fifteen-year-old and his equally distracting cohorts who yell, 'Rape the bitch!' as you enter for the final emotional scene where Romeo discovers Juliet's lifeless body."
Had a blast with my buddy Jason last night at the party for Michael Musto's new book Fork on the Left, Knife in the Back (Vantage Point). I guess as I get to know more people and they get to know me, I'm less of a fly on the wall than one of the happy maggots feasting on the fame, quasi-fame and frivolity.
With the man who helped inspire my move to NYC 19 years ago!
A Russian doll, an Italian-American princess and a Countess go into a bar...
Murray Hill at the precipice of Dirty Martini
Michael's a New York institution, like the Empire State Building or that weird smell you keep telling tourists you don't notice. He's also a fabulously funny writer, and his new book has fresh stuff in it, making it a must-buy. (No, really, I must buy it—it wasn't given away for free at his party unlike the Bacardi.)
I'd never been to the Copacabana on W. 47th, but I loved it. It felt like a throwback to the disco era—like 54, or maybe 47—and was oozing with cheesetastic outfits, semi-boldface names and genuine merriment. The love Musto engenders from certain circles is shocking considering his ability to cut a bitch with his words. He's embraced because he's unafraid to cut deserving bitches but is generous to those who haven't earned the scythe yet. He's authentic, and if his book is anywhere near as fun as this party was, you should check it out. (And not ...of the library.)
We arrived and ran into my friend Kenneth, who was waiting for artist and designer Scooter LaForge. They'd both turned on Madonna during (actually, before) HydrangeaGate but I have to stick with my gays even over my diva, so I was looking forward to chatting with them more later on. When I caught up with Scooter, he confessed that Madonna's response to HydrangeaGate had won him back. He met Madonna during the American Life era and said she'd been really nice, which is saying a lot since that was the era of, "I'm hot!"
Inside, the low lighting and kitschy decor helped to distract from the fact that most of us were dreaming we were 40 again, and the alcohol made quite a few of the attendees act like 20-year-olds. Mike Diamond, who doesn't need to have lighting on his side in order to make a splash, was interviewing as well as dancing with the kinda-stars.
The awkward moment when you both shriek, "I love your drag!"
Geri and I meshed well
My first celebrisighting was Geri Reischl, who dubs herself "Fake Jan"—she replaced Eve Plumb when Plumb refused to return for those godawful/gotta-love-'em Brady specials. She was decked out in the fishnets she'd worn at Chiller Theatre, when I first met her, and was traveling with her personal publicist/photographer. Nice chick! She'd apparently originally met Musto bar-hopping one night.
It was also a pleasure seeing Eddie Rabon, one of (one of???) Broadway's finest dancers. (And he dances well, too.) He was there with a friend, enjoying his last month or so as Mr. Gay U.S.A. I then spotted Paul Iacono from (the new) Fame and The Hard Times of R.J. Berger (on which he played a horse-hung nerd), but he was chowing down on the amazing food so I didn't want to give him indigestion by introducing myself over a meat course.
"This old thing???"
What were they thinking in this moment?
Then things got nuts when hostesses Countess LuAnn de Lesseps and Lisa Lampanelli arrived. The clusterfuck around these women and guest Jerry Springer was a nightmare! I mean, Downtown groupies with cameras were unselfconsciously elbowing me to get their shots. But it was unnecessary as all of the stars were beyond accessible and gracious, posing for like an hour, even when they got frighteningly cornered on the second floor.
If you're free—or even if you charge something for "your time only"—try to get over to Splash (50 W. 17th St.) on Monday at 7PM. The team behind the opening "Going, Going, Gone" number from this year's upcoming Broadway Bares XXI: Masterpiece will be on hand to facilitate a raffle including hot tickets, autographs, gym memberships and more.
If you can't make it, make a point of donating to one of the team members' pages to help raise money in the fight against AIDS by clicking here.
Check out just a few of the 30 sizzlers (in addition to Evan Siegel, pictured) who will be at Splash—you'll see it's worth missing Antiques Roadshow that Monday...
I was invited to Two Boots Slice of Broadway (625 Ninth Avenue between 44th and 45th Streets) tonight to watch cast members of La Cage aux Folles presented with a specialty pizza that's being named after them, and let me tell ya—there were plenty of hot pieces in the place.
Karl Warden, Christopher Sieber, Mike McShane, Heather Lindell & AJ Shively (others are in the video)
First, it was fun to finally get to meet-meet Christopher Sieber. I was (politely, and not by him) kicked out of my booth to accommodate him and some of the cast (eight or nine members showed up) and got to say hello then. A few years ago, I'd posed for a picture with him during a Broadway Bares appearance, but my friend Jason inexplicably cut his head off (he was squatting on the stage). And though I've seen Sieber around the area many times, I hadn't spoken with him until today. Along with being sexy, he's sweet and funny—and so modest!
"You have to come see La Cage again now that I'm in it," he joked. "I'm realllly good."
As of midnight tonight, it will be exactly five years since my first post. It's hard to imagine it's been that long, and a lot's changed—the tone and subject matter are different, how often I post, my limits (no nudity in a couple of years due to ad constraints). I've devoted a crazy amount of time and money and energy to this blog for a very small financial return (you couldn't guess low enough), but it's always rewarding to have this forum with which to express myself, keep my writing ability fluid, perhaps influence a couple of people here and there, share obsessions with strangers (in both senses of the word) and learn new things.
Take That's Howard...can you believe this happened onstage at a pop concert?
Here are some of the posts that were most important to Boy Culture's history. For the uninitiated, some of the oldest ones refer to Boy Culture, the movie made of my novel; I started the blog at the time Boy Culture was being filmed as a way to keep people informed of the progress...and it all snowballed from there.
Some of these posts are milestones when it comes to the hits they provided but most are filled with original writing and/or photography and video and are just the posts of which I'm proudest. I hope you'll take some time to click on them and send their links around to others—and some time is what you'll need...
FROM BOY TO MAN: BC B.C. (2007): The entire history of my novella, novel and movie Boy Culture; might be my ultimate post.
From '07, one of my faves. Old iPhones were better because they were worse.
"Your pictures suck" (2008): An art critic attacks me, but not without sustaining some hits in return.
GUYDAR (since at least January 17, 2008) & ENDS OF THE WORLD (since at least January 13, 2008): Attractive men of the world—I got your backs. Your fronts, too.
TriBeCa is for Boy lovers...
BOY ON FILM (2006): An account of the NYC launch party for Boy Culture as it played the TriBeCa Film Fest.
Broadway Bares is such a great idea that London is co-opting it—West End Bares: Strip Britannia is happening Sunday, September 5. Best of all, it's hosted by John Barrowman, who can probably be counted on to show everything he's got.