I can’t imagine anyone having a problem being bedfellows with Tyler Hanes (I will save my history with him for the book).  The Hallmark hunk is headed back to the stage, but admittedly further off Broadway than his previous endeavors.  This latest venture just began previews at the Marriott Theatre outside of Chicago.  He’s taking on the role of Elvis Presley in what is being termed as a “bio-musical”.  Heartbreak Hotel focuses on Presley’s life just before his 1968 comeback and includes about forty Elvis hits.  Hanes as sexy Elvis?  Sign me up!  The show runs through May 31^st.  Get details and tickets at MarriottTheatre.com.

I suppose it was an inevitability, but an off-Broadway production has been announced called Heated Rivalry: The Unauthorized Musical Parody.  It got my attention because one of our favorites is taking on the role of Ilya – Jay Armstrong Johnson.  As Shane, we have Jimin Moon, who I am not familiar with, but they both look hot in the photos.  I’m told one of the highlights is a quasi-Greek chorus extolling the virtues of “gay hockey players with big butts”.  For the record, I’ve always enjoyed every inch of JAJ, but never thought of his ass as particularly large.  Given his notable appearances in Broadway Bares, you can check him out on BillyMasters.com.  The musical opens on May 12^th at the 5^th Floor Theatre.  More details can be found on HeatedRivalryParody.com.

Time for yet another almost predictable Ask Billy question.  Gerry in Los Angeles writes, “I keep hearing about some film Connor Storrie made about his ass.  What do you know about it?”

Well, I wouldn’t say it’s about his ass, but it surely figures prominently in this endeavor.  It’s called Look Behind You.  Get it?  Behind?  Anyway, it’s directed by Nia DaCosta, who was Connor’s “date” at the Oscars.  It was released by Verizon – stay with me, I’ll explain.  The four-and-a-half-minute short opens with Storrie, playing himself, arriving alone at a secluded home (dare I say, a cottage).  He uses his Verizon phone to unlock the door.  Suddenly we hear a crash of music, and he runs to turn off the stereo.  Then the alarm goes off.  He checks the doors to make sure they’re locked.  Suddenly the landline rings – but nobody’s there.  The lights go on outside, and he hears the automation say the doors are unlocking.  He checks his phone to find a text message saying, “I’m coming for you” and then “I’m here.”  He approaches the door and…well, just watch it on BillyMasters.com.

When we’re bringing you Connor’s crack and Jay’s johnson, it’s definitely time to end yet another column.  Like our subjects, this column was overstuffed and long.  You can always get more by checking out BillyMasters.com – the site that never scrimps on size.  For your more personal needs, just do what Tyler did when he was just a tyke.  Drop a note to Billy@BillyMasters.com and I promise to get back to you before Kristi’s husband competes on RuPaul’s Drag Race.  So, until next time, remember, one man’s filth is another man’s bible.