
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…

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.