IF DRAKE CARR wants to see something sexy, he’ll make it himself. It began in the first grade with tracing superheroes in full regalia, but soon the clothes came off. “When my drawings started to look like something I could recognize,” he says, “my whole body would shake with fear and ecstasy.” Each nude sketch met the same end, ripped up and flushed down the toilet. A prayer followed its descent.At Happyfun Hideaway, the Bushwick bar Carr has tended for the past five years, he has a show on view that also features works by friend and fellow bartender Rose Mori. “Manifestations” displays Carr’s