The summer between my junior and senior year in college, I helped my friend Sally move out of her apartment. It was an insultingly hot and humid summer in St. Louis, and moving Sally out of her second floor walk-up had been a butt-ache of a job. My butt literally ached from going up and down

Professor Louise Wilson, head of the MA fashion course at Saint Martins, was the heart and soul of the place. Everyone looked at her with awe and terror, including most of the tutors. She wore all black, had fire-engine-red hair, and was a self-proclaimed "miserable, fat fuck." It was like she

In high school, I neurotically applied to 17 colleges. College was where dreams were achieved and real "people" were made.I was thrilled to get my very first acceptance letter. I couldn't believe I had gotten into the musical theatre program at University of Michigan! All my life, I had dreamed of

You could argue that my taste in men is somewhat biased. I've always had affection for people out of my league. 1987 was the year I started daydreaming of famous gay men. My romantic obsession with Neil Tennant from the Pet Shop Boys scored me no points with my peers who were into more obvious

Throughout my life, several people have been a little too interested in what I do and where I live, but one person scared me the most. Fifteen years later, just thinking about it still makes my blood run cold.Marc* fell hard for me in college, even though a relationship wouldn't have worked out for