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It\u2019s the first day of Pride Month, and Restaurant Row in New York City\u2019s Hell\u2019s Kitchen is electric with anticipation. In a week, Broadway\u2019s finest will descend on Radio City Music Hall<\/strong> for the Tony Awards. Showtunes emanate from the storied piano bar Don\u2019t Tell Mama<\/strong> \u2014 a ballad from Jesus Christ Superstar<\/em> here, a showstopper from Wicked<\/em> there. Suddenly, I\u2019ve wandered in, a negroni in hand, and I\u2019m belting along. New York City in June is a fusion of the Tony Awards and Pride, and it\u2019s idyllic for theater gays like me.<\/p>\n It\u2019s also the week of Out<\/em>\u2019s Pride of Broadway celebration at Somewhere Nowhere NYC<\/strong>, and I\u2019m prepping for red-carpet<\/a> interviews. Between crafting questions for Out<\/em> cover stars Megan Hilty and Lea Salonga and The Advocate<\/em>\u2019s cover star, Cynthia Nixon, I record a hopeful Pride message to share on social. Since going viral for my \u201cholding space\u201d interview<\/a> with Wicked<\/a><\/em>\u2019s Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande last year, and amid a dark political climate, I try to connect with the queer community that has supported me. I\u2019m inspired by the view from my capacious terrace at Stay Pineapple <\/strong>in Hudson Yards that\u2019s mere blocks from Broadway\u2019s beating heart. Musical theater has informed my queerness since I was seven, singing the original Broadway cast album of Man of La Mancha verbatim (\u201cDulcinea,\u201d indeed) while dreaming of someday signing Playbills at a stage door.<\/p>\n Throughout a bustling eight days, I stay in two other Midtown hotels. LUMA<\/strong>, a block from Bryant Park, serves a homemade ice-sandwich bedazzled with rainbow sprinkles. A robot decked in Pride gear and rainbow angel\u2019s wings delivers back-up toiletries to my room with a view.<\/p>\n