“I really like you, but I’m in love with your brother!” (1976-79)

1976-1979—I moved to NYC for a position in a bank training program in October 1976 and almost immediately befriended another trainee: Bob was a Princeton grad, captain of his football team and a tight end who’d been drafted by the NFL’s New England Patriots.  He was smart, muscular, handsome, and charming, a combination that drew Read more about <i>“I really like you, but I’m in love with your brother!” (1976-79)</i>[…]

Learning to Be Gay (1979)

                      1979 Miserable in my bureaucratic NYC banking job in 1979 and with no gay life to speak of, I scrimped to save a few thousand dollars,  negotiated my departure from my firm, sublet my Manhattan apartment, and took off for California in my little Toyota Celica. In retrospect, I had to leave NYC to Read more about Learning to Be Gay (1979)[…]

All American and Gay (1976-78)

1976—I hated my first job. I was spending long hours in a rigorous bank training program in Manhattan and, besides infrequent and random pick-ups in gay bars, I had little social life except with a few college fraternity brothers and their girlfriends and my fellow trainees.  Frustrated with my situation, I decided one day to place Read more about All American and Gay (1976-78)[…]

Rediscovering New York (1979)

October 1979—Shortly after I returned to Manhattan from my cross-country road trip spent trying to find my “gay self.”, Bo, the guy I had been seeing in San Diego, and three of his friends (two of whom I’d also slept with) came to NYC for the Mr. Blueboy Contest (Blueboy was a Playgirl-like magazine with Read more about Rediscovering New York (1979)[…]

“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 visits to Fire Island (1979-80)

1979/1980—My first visit to Fire Island was over Halloween weekend in 1979, long after the resort’s summer season had ended. The legendary Sandpiper, a ramshackle wooden disco that had been the center of Fire Island Pines gay night life for more than a decade, scheduled its closing party for that weekend. I was fortunate enough to Read more about My first visits to Fire Island (1979-80)[…]

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)[…]

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)[…]

To Fluff or Not to Fluff (1998-99)

1998-1999—In 1998, my investment bank offered me a position heading up a group in its Tokyo office. I was reluctant to go, but it was the only way I was likely to remain on my career path, so I agreed to move there for several years. Unsurprisingly, life in Tokyo was exciting, exotic, and exasperating Read more about To Fluff or Not to Fluff (1998-99)[…]