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Project SleazeWay: Now with Tricks!

 

Project SleazeWay: Now with Tricks!
Project SleazeWay, Sleaze Ball’s costume parade took another turn down the runway to showcase the creative talents of us gays. This year it was all about ensemble casts, and athleticism and displaying that competitive attitude.
Host Rhys Bobridge strutted his stuff in a box and socks ice hockey combo not fit for SYTYCD. When you know you are going to face off in the ring with Rhys you better bring. And bring it they did.
My heart was rooting for Team Randy. These co-eds cheered their way into our hearts. I mean lycra and muscles never fail to entertain when combined. Then they pulled their tricks. Pyramids. Flips. OMG. Pleasure. I caught up with the so sexy Miss Mandy Trashy from the Team Randy Cheer Squad. We made our own little cheer camp out outside the Hordern as we communed cheerleader-to-cheerleader about the appropriate use of spirit fingers. She said the team had worked long and hard on their tricks and their made a unilateral decision that they be names Team Trashy. There was I just thinkin’ Oswald did it all.
Lola Del Arté gave us her best Penelope Pitstop wacky races driving. She was worse from wear later in the night and slipped a clutch.
The strong men and women showed us their chest presses. We had hunter on horseback chasing little foxes. A Madonna inspired entrants were the gang from esteem project who gave us a tradition Sleaze fetish faire of pony boys and girls. They brought and endless stream of players into the ring all bound together in little slither of black rubber and leather. With bits between their teeth they pranced through the stormy night. everywhere you looked you found one of these kids.
Even boys in simple footy shorts didn’t fail to entertain. The boys pulled out the raunchiest ring side strip you could expect in the game ball shrivelling weather. The audience willing to brave the rain each got their own personal police guard and at times, I wondered if I had walked into some sort of law enforcement Crufts show. For the canine lover this must have been a treat!  Me? I’m more a pussy girl.
Janome head Coach, Chelsea Bun and gaybaret boy Trevor Ashley anchored the judging panel. I so wanted to hear more from the judges ‘cause Project Runway Australia runner up  William Lazootin has me completely intrigued by his accent. The pelvis bumping crazy commentary of Rhys and Naomi didn’t really leave much space for others. They were king and queen of the ring.
OK. So, the rain kept the entrants down to a ten. But quite frankly, who has an attention span longer than that?

Project SleazeWay, Sleaze Ball’s costume parade took another turn down the runway to showcase the creative talents of us gays. This year it was all about ensemble casts, and athleticism and displaying that competitive attitude.

 

Host Rhys Bobridge strutted his stuff in a box and socks ice hockey combo not fit for SYTYCD. When you know you are going to face off in the ring with Rhys you better bring. And bring it they did.

 

My heart was rooting for Team Randy. These co-eds cheered their way into our hearts. I mean lycra and muscles never fail to entertain when combined. Then they pulled their tricks. Pyramids. Flips. OMG. Pleasure. I caught up with the so sexy Miss Mandy Trashy from the Team Randy Cheer Squad. We made our own little cheer camp out outside the Hordern as we communed cheerleader-to-cheerleader about the appropriate use of spirit fingers. She said the team had worked long and hard on their tricks and their made a unilateral decision that they be names Team Trashy. There was I just thinkin’ Oswald did it all.

 

Lola Del Arté gave us her best Penelope Pitstop wacky races driving. She was worse from wear later in the night and slipped a clutch.

 

The strong men and women showed us their chest presses. We had hunter on horseback chasing little foxes. A Madonna inspired entrants were the gang from esteem project who gave us a tradition Sleaze fetish faire of pony boys and girls. They brought and endless stream of players into the ring all bound together in little slither of black rubber and leather. With bits between their teeth they pranced through the stormy night. everywhere you looked you found one of these kids.

 

Even boys in simple footy shorts didn’t fail to entertain. The boys pulled out the raunchiest ring side strip you could expect in the game ball shrivelling weather. The audience willing to brave the rain each got their own personal police guard and at times, I wondered if I had walked into some sort of law enforcement Crufts show. For the canine lover this must have been a treat!  Me? I’m more a pussy girl.

 

Janome head Coach, Chelsea Bun and gaybaret boy Trevor Ashley anchored the judging panel. I so wanted to hear more from the judges ‘cause Project Runway Australia runner up  William Lazootin has me completely intrigued by his accent. The pelvis bumping crazy commentary of Rhys and Naomi didn’t really leave much space for others. They were king and queen of the ring.

 

OK. So, the rain kept the entrants down to a ten. But quite frankly, who has an attention span longer than that?

 

You can view the photos from Project Sleazeway and SleazeBall here

 

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