Jackie Yordan remembered

        Jackie Yordan was, according to many who knew him, an “incredible sweetheart and an amazing person… He was truly one of the biggest heart throbs of the period in New York.  The thing about him was that he had no attitude at all and he couldn’t have been sweeter. So, everybody Read more about Jackie Yordan remembered[…]

Photo Gallery: Pool and Garden Time (August 1993)

After a long, hot day on Fowler Beach in South Hampton, my guests and I returned to our backyard pool for a dip and some roughhousing in the water. Gustavo Otto and Bryan Hogan were a handsome, well-built couple. Gustavo, a friendly Chilean, graciously posed nude for my camera in our overgrown garden while I Read more about Photo Gallery: Pool and Garden Time (August 1993)[…]

Tan Line (August 1993)

After a steamy day on Fowler Beach in South Hampton, Gustavo Otto and I ran into Robby Browne and his dog, Frances, getting into his 1955 Chrysler convertible in the parking lot.  I suggested a photo and, at the last minute, persuaded Gustavo, a muscular Chilean, to pull down his Speedo, exposing his butt. I Read more about Tan Line (August 1993)[…]

“No Queens! No Queens!” (1963ish)

NO QUEENS—My first boyfriend, Jim Fragale, was turning 40 and I was 27. It was 1979. He’d moved to NYC from West Virginia in 1963 at 24. When we began dating, I couldn’t believe he’d lived in NYC for such a long time. I remember saying to him “I hope I’m not still here after Read more about “No Queens! No Queens!” (1963ish)[…]

My First Night at the Saint

I moved to New York City in the fall of 1980 and quickly landed a job at a top corporate design agency, making $15,000 a year. It wasn’t much to live on, but, fortunately, my rent was only $250 a month for an Upper Eastside tenement—a 3-room railroad flat, complete with bathtub in the kitchen. Read more about My First Night at the Saint[…]