Father Dan is homosexual, like nearly every other character in Jeffrey, Paul Rudnick's rollicking AIDS play. Not sex-mad, exactly -- sex-nutty. "Do you know what it's like in that confessional?" he rhetorically asks Jeffrey, a Manhattan actor-waiter whom the priest has vamped in St. Patrick's Cathedral. " 'Father, I've had impure thoughts about my soccer coach.' Where are the Polaroids? What am I, a mind reader? Say six Hail Marys and bring me his shorts!"
Our hero is no less shocked and outraged by this catechism of concupiscence than a middle-class Manhattan playgoer might be. But because the plague years have...
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