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.

Pretending to be other people helped bring me out of my shell and shed my inhibitions.

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 go to screenings, then plays, then after-parties, then clubs.

My passion is New York and the vitality that makes it special.

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.

In ’75, the year both A Chorus Line and Chicago hit Broadway, my head spun around and I became the ultimate theater queen for life.

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

With representation there to do the speaking, the guilty are suddenly given the freedom that comes with hiding behind the fact that they never said that – in fact, they never said anything!

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

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 today’s elected officials.

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.

By the end of the week, if I’m still alive, I get to write whatever I want about it all.

I don’t know about you, but I can tell when someone’s lying. They can’t look you in the eye – they look you in the bridge of your nose.

In the last few years, the very idea of telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth is dredged up only as a final resort when the alternative options of deception, threat and bribery have all been exhausted.

The difference is that with fame comes a spotlight, one which has recently made it impossible to ignore the fact that more and more of those folks we place on pedestals aren’t even pausing to consider an option other than lying.

I’m deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.