Final Two Provincetown Shows + Drag Kickball

I'm in the home stretch. The last couple of shows have been amazing. Sold out! (Varla Jean Merman is sold out, rather, so people are buying tickets to me show. Tee hee!)

Two shows left: Saturday and Sunday at 10:30. No trip to Cape Cod is complete without seeing my Saturday and Sunday shows at the Art House at 10:30 PM. I hope there are still tickets left for you!

I'm super excited for DRAG KICKBALL!!!! On Saturday I'm joining the the team opposite the Ptown Drag Queens. I know it's never a good idea to fight drag queens -- just look what happened to the police at the Stonewall Inn. Still, I'm a vicious kickball player. I always aim for the weave.

description from Cape Cod Today -- Drag kickball is back! This favorite summer community event, featuring the third kickball game between the Kickers and Provincetown's best entertainers is family friendly and raffle and refreshments will be available.
Drag Kickball 3 will benefit Helping Our Women. HOW is a non-profit organization located in Provincetown that provides advocacy, financial assistance and support to Outer Cape Cod women diagnosed with chronic, life threatening illness and disabling conditions. Kickoff @ 3pm gates open at 2PM.

John Regan III's HOT D8 Orlando

Yes! The first user-submitted HOT D8 photos are in, and they were sent by Orlando dreamboat John Regan. He rocks, and he sent in 13 photos of hilariousness. All gr8 ones and some of the models are from the Orlando Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. Work!

Check out the new photos here.

Sun Work

Barking at people to sing at them on stage.

It's not the easiest job in the world. It has extremes of being amazing and awful.

Then you get a day off and realize you're in temperate paradise. But you wonder if it's worth it.

Then, unexpectedly, Tom Judson (in "Canned Ham," f.k.a. porn star Gus Maddox) brings you a homemade brownie. This is the universe telling you that you have made some correct choices. Tom's show is fantastic. If you, like me, have been waiting for your chance to hear one man's musical journey through porn and escort service careers, get to Provincetown this summer and see Tom's show on Sundays and Mondays at the Art House.

The Family Friendly Show & Captain Erica Save-A-Ho

I played a show at the Art House Theater in Provincetown for a disparate group. Some gay couples, some lesbian couples, a group of Williamsburgian hipsterish 20-somethings, and parents with their three kids, 16, 19, and 22. I met the parents earlier in the day and warned them that the show was inappropriate for kids, but they said it depended on the kid. Some kids are just mature enough to handle that kind of stuff—but in front of their parents?

I said, "I have a song called, 'Pig Fucker.'" They said, "Perfect." The 16-year-old blond boy sat by himself in one of the couches in the front row with his family right behind him. I decided not to play "Pig Fucker" when I saw him sitting there. Still, I played "Pussy Pantry," "Vagine," "Oxygen," and "Smell Yo Dick," songs with seriously parent-unfriendly content. They didn't flinch. I would have squirmed out of the theater at 16 if my parents were in the room. That's a cool family. His eyes were wide open through the whole show.

Sometimes the universe aligns things so it is hard to be anything but grateful. At the very last chord of my first song ("Ben Lerman Plays Ukulele") I popped the bass D string on my baritone ukulele. Boy-yoy-yoing. Uh, oh.

I said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached a turning point in the show where things could truly go either way." I picked up the soprano ukulele, scrambling in my mind to remember what songs I could play on it. Could I fill a whole show with just the soprano? "This is going to be an adventure ladies and gentlemen, so please come along with me on a musical journey down I-Don't-Know-What-The-Fuck-Is-About-To-Happen Avenue."

Before I could start the first song, Zach chimed in from the sound booth. (I encourage Zach to talk to me during the show.) He asked me if I had more strings. I've popped a string twice before. Nylon strings just don't go easily. With my inexperience, it would take me 20 minutes. Zach asked the audience if there was anyone there who could change a guitar string. I had been hassling the cool lesbians who work at the Art House Theater and live upstairs from me to come to the show. Thank god they waited and came to this show because I was in trouble, and Erica, who sells tickets at the box office quickly turned into Captain Save-A-Ho.

She came up to the stage, sat Indian style, and restrung the baritone while I played two songs on the soprano. It was like some sort of lesbro miracle. Erica is amazing. She got mad skills. It's comforting to know that my lesbros got my back.

Provincetown Patriots!

My shows in Provincetown have been great so far. I'm performing at the Art House Theater (to more straight people than I thought I would). Last night, a guy in his early 50s sang "Smell Yo Dick" to his wife. She kissed him. Romance lives!