Eamon Yates in “Bleach.” Photo by Hunter Canning

Check your coat at the door, and maybe your comfort.

But what else would you expect going to see an immersive play about a gay sex worker in a Bushwick basement? Bleach, the UK-imported one-man show now at Tyler’s Basement (637 Wilson Avenue), boldly but often unsuccessfully tests the limits of actor-audience intimacy. An attendant at the theater asks if you’ll be comfortable with the performer touching…

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  1. Could you imagine if your story was about a young woman and instead of “but hot” you said hot babe, you would have every women’s group in the world demanding that Greenpointers be shut down.

    Incredible double standard.

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