After having his zodiac chart read by the great psychic Yris del Coro, Joel Eisenberg studies astrology himself and quickly becomes, like Richard Simmons, the most famous media queen in his chosen field. Best of all, once he gets them home for a reading, it isn't all that hard convincing them to expose their rear ends for a nice dose of 'chakra balancing'. But now it's 1997 and Joel's life is about to change dramatically. There are no more phone calls from the coast. He's publicly humiliated on his radio show and worst of all Lucas Allison, a young actor with a really fine tush no longer wants to pull down his pants. Hoping that a trip to Provincetown might help loosen the young man's belt - and truly believing that this is the summer he should travel north to meet the soul mate Yris del Coro had predicted for him - Joel leaves New York City for Cape Cod and a good dose of comeuppance. Looking for a man who "paints houses" Joel falls under the spell and moves into the home of Dennis Fairchild a successful local artist with a stupendous rear end and a strange little French bulldog named Bunny. What Joel doesn't realize of course is that his real soul mate is more likely to be Bill Doyle, the 'house painter' living in Dennis's backyard, fixing up the artist's home, drinking heavily, and still communicating with his lost lover Mitchell Savitt who's up in 'Jewish heaven', a place not unlike Brandeis University. In this comic tale of karmic redemption we watch Joel Eisenberg, a self styled spiritualist make one crazy mistake after another on his path to true love. Populated with a wild cast of queer eccentrics, both living and dead, Tush shows us that even when we're foolishly pursuing the wrong goals, the universe knows best how to make us suffer for our stupidity.