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Music, Acting, Modeling--S.A.G.,
Equity
Ht. 6'1", 194 lbs., solid fit & toned physique
Age range 45-55
Neck 16.5", Inseam 33, Waist 32
Sleeve 34
Hat Large
Shoe 11.5
Modelling rates $300 per hour
STEVEN ORR-S.A.G.
storr54@gmail.com
212.777.7199; 917.886.3703
Film
Secrets Cinemax Drake Fallen (the stalker)
Sex in the City HBO Under Fives
Television
CNN-FN’s “Just In Time” “Massage Tools in the Office”
10 minute On-Camera interview December 2000
Off-Off Broadway
Shock of the Funny Improv-East Village, N.Y.C.
Marat Sade Changing Space, N.Y.C.
Regional Theater
Shenandoah Jacob Anderson
Village Theater, N.C.
Oklahoma Jud Fry
Grendels Lair, PA.
The Music Man Charlie Cowell
Surflight Theater, N.J.
Hello Dolly Headwaiter
Surflight Theater, N.J.
Tom Sawyer Judge Thatcher
National Theater Company Tour
Workshop
Chris Bayles (Clown I) June 2004
Pig Iron Theater Company (Physical Comedy) May 2004
Special Skills
Singer-songwriter (member B.M.I) CD “Ocean Visions” released July
2000; www.stevenorr.com (music); Singing Cocktail pianist (standards/orginals)
Cunard ship “Sagafjord” World Cruise 1998; Licensed Massage Therapist;
Certified Pilates Instructor www.nycmasseur.com
(massage and fitness)
Education
Hunter College, C.U.N.Y. B.A. Media/Music Cum Laude 2000; Manhattan School
of Music; Jazz Dance-Dance Space, N.Y.C.; Character Improv.-Holly Mandel “Improvolutions”.
Other
6’1:, 192 lbs., Athletic & toned; Age Range 45-55
I dedicate my art to
Leigh
Bowery, Klaus Nomi
Ethyl
Eichenberger,
Charles
Ludlam, Lindsay
Kemp, I thank you and dedicate my show and LOVE DREAM of performing to
you...
end of April 2006--NYC.
MUSIC HERE! Click to Listen** All music c. 2000-2006 by Steven Orr, (B.M.I.)
BLOG*
Video Blog--very soon to come...
More stories, memories, fiction, etc.
* Please email me to identify yourself and I will gladly send you the link!
WRITING HERE!--Fiction; Memoirs, Poetry & Rants
Remembering the First
c. 2005 by SteveO
6-28-05
Robert Bland was my first lover ever. 1975 was the year I arrived here and
met him. New York was carefree and cruisy, fun fast free and magical. It
was the Breakfast-at-Tiffany years and when Robert went down on me, I BECAME
fireworks, rainbows, Audrey Hepburn, stars--I was fllying,swept off my feet.
I'd never had a man able to create such sensual feelings in me FOR him,
emotionally and in my body. I’d had crushes before but never this
deep and never with a male who viewed my feelings as
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The Men In My Life-final
12-26-05
c. 2005 by SteveO
When I was 18 my Father died of a heart attack. My Mother claims that Father-(“Fat
Dad” who was obese and smoked cigarettes)-had just finished making
love to her. While still on top of her, he came, made a “gagging sound”—promptly
rolled over and died. It’s a bit unusual because back in 2000, some
28 years later when my stepfather Harry Glish (“Cheap Dad”)
died of a heart attack—he too had just finished making love to her,
came, made a “gagging sound”—rolled over and died.
I can almost picture my Mother, martyr-like, dour and all-addicted to sadness
as some Black Widow circumventing the globe and doing her part in the population
control program focused on getting rid of old white men OR middle aged fat
white men who had outlived their usefulness on the planet.
I think my Mother’s clearest moments are when she’s talking
about exercise or being outside. Even at a very young age, 7 or 8, I remember
coming home from school and seeing her doing her leg raises (which I could
never do). It seems like she had a six pack before Men’s Health coined
the phrase.
Fat Dad was overweight, smoked two packs of Parliaments a day, was hyper
tense and died (in her arms) of a heart attack at the ripe old age of 44.
Cheap Dad was a real tight-wad and loved to nag but had the redeeming qualities
of not being abusive physically AND was both super organized and able to
build or fix anything from shed latches to car engines to swamp coolers.
I was never handy like that. Fat Dad could fix things—if he didn't’t
break them first. Cheap Dad had an estate worth more than four million when
he died. My Mother’s death benefits consisted of a grand total of
twenty thousand, half of which she divided between me—which I promptly
used to go out and buy a “top of the line PC”--and my Brother
(“Jairbird Bro”). Bro was a former drug dealer, substance abuser
and alcoholic and promptly spent his inheritance on gambling during the
time between his first and second stays in the state pen.
(Please contact if you would like to read the rest of this story.)
White Trash Lab Rat Transplant
c. 2005 by Steve Orr
The Raging Queer was screaming,
swearing, throwing furniture, foaming at the mouth and generally acting
out as his Mother lay dying on the operating table.
He was angry from not being able to be with her-the indifferent Security
Blackbots had escorted him from the operating room. And he was angry because
he knew that even when even she was conscious she talked in riddles. Honesty
was not her way. From a broken home background rife with alcoholism, abuse
and incest-emotionally, she herself was more of a stunted child than a woman.
He raged because there was no name for the twisted jumble of emotions he
felt for her; and no way for him to express them other than through violence.
If he had been a healthy GAY man (how he loathed that term--as if there
was anything GAY about being queer) he would be able to turn off
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