A musical blast! Fun for the whole nuclear family!

I'm just a simple kid from Brooklyn who landed into the most enchanted lifestyle imaginable.

It's a good thing that columnists don't make homosexuality their last taboo anymore. But I wish the columnists themselves would come out too.

I don't know about you, but I can tell when someone's lying. They can't look you in the eye - they look you in the bridge of your nose.

I go to screenings, then plays, then after-parties, then clubs.

For years, I've pushed the idea of a column compilation book mainly because it would be easy - I could just staple 'em all together. But publishers have been resistent, feeling the material dates.

In the last few years, the very idea of telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth is dredged up only as a final resort when the alternative options of deception, threat and bribery have all been exhausted.