Kitten and I rescheduled our interview phone date. What a pair we made, I in my mincey, milquetoasted Dick Cavett-like voice and Kitten in her full-bodied 900-sexline voice…

One August day her 8-year-old son Alexandre pointed at me and said, “Pédé.” I asked his older female cousin Anne what that meant and she acted out a limp-wristed sissy walk. Oh, that again.

At any time I can count my g*y friends on one hand. Attrition stays high — disappearance, permanent fallings-out, deaths. Don’t be deceived by television’s sunny portrayals. The waters of g*y life are cold, choppy, and polluted.

In Metro Detroit, the night before Halloween is called Devil’s Night. Bad kids go around throwing toilet paper in the trees, egging people’s houses, or, in the neighborhoods of downtown Detroit City, burning houses down. On Halloween morning you always ventured outside nervously to investigate the aftermath. If your house was vandalized, you felt the [...]

His eyes grew wide and he smiled a crooked smile as my uncle poured me a glass of wine, still with no acknowledgment having taken place between us that we were related.

On this Memorial Day, remember that you can honor someone who meant a lot to you by buying them a headstone if they don’t have one. It’s good for the soul to think about somebody else for a change. Blows the blues away, temporarily anyway.

C still hung out with D for some time after graduation, though. They both lived in New York City. Even during college D had been an actor, and now he had just wrapped on a film! One that unbeknownst to anyone would soon catapult him to cult star status, and then eventually to star star status.

They had fun being drunk together after work. That’s essentially all they ever did together as friends. I don’t think they talked much, they just sang songs and got naked and danced. Those college friendships are the strongest of your life.

Everything my mom did and does for me is selfless, and priceless to me. This boxed museum of me has ended up being surprisingly, incalculably helpful to my career. It is a box-shaped embodiment of the quiet things a mother does to help her kids.

In my loud bouquet of divas to worship, Tina Turner is like a hot-orange Callandria.