I am not a triathlete. I cannot even come close to being a triathlete, because of a physical limitation that forbids me from jumping up and down, or even standing for more than two hours at a time. (I have a rare and freaky spinal disorder that also affects my brain.) So […]

Below is an essay I wrote in the winter of 2002, when I was still numb from all the 911 horror. You can tell by the prose alone just how numb I was. I was so numb I didn’t realize I was numb, know what I mean? Another thing I didn’t realize at the time […]

Interviewers often ask you which five people you would want to have dinner with if you could have dinner with anyone. And usually the answers will include Jesus, or Buddha, or J-Lo. But I would pick Carson Kressley, and his four fellow fabbers from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

Why, you ask? Am I a […]