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.

By the end of the week, if I'm still alive, I get to write whatever I want about it all.

I can't drive, so I can only live in New York, which is fine with me.

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

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.

For better or worse, I've always tried to march to my own drum and tell it like it is, while preserving some integrity and style. God, I'm fabulous!

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.