Strange things happen on the L train, like this spontaneous, flashmob-esque dance party, complete with a male stripper wearing nothing but a bathing suit and a pair of heels. Good thing he has the body (and skillz) to pull it off.
The only really gross thing is that he's rubbing his body all over that pole. Does he know where that pole has been? While this might have been annoying for some passengers, this performance sure beats the hell out of patriotic chanting or naked ranting bigots.