I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.

By the time I was 8 years old, sports had pretty much taken over my life.

I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.

My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.

It struck me that what I'd heard about certain celebrities was true: they had It, whatever the hell It was. Star power isn't a myth; it is tangible and forceful.

I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.

I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.