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

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!

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.

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

It's not enough for me to cover theater, I have to throw myself around every other art form, and do so thoroughly and relentlessly.

This commitment to truth is something one senses more and more Americans yearning for, just as they are becoming more and more sophisticated at knowing when the truth is being obscured - an irony that seems to elude most of todays elected officials.