Ian-Michael Bergeron
Where You Lead, I Will Follow
A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to be invited to a fashion event for Out Magazine.
Well, I wasn’t technically invited: I was...
Water Off a Duck’s Back
The other night, my boyfriend J had dinner with some old classmates, including H.
H and J dated briefly while I was dating someone else....
Don’t You Want Me Baby?
Holding a copy of this magazine, my boyfriend J’s eyes lit up as he began to read “Kiss Me,” a romantic telling of the...
Playing Games
Sunday, after bottomless sangria at Barraca on Greenwich Avenue, the crew wanted to keep the buzz going and wandered up to 24th Street, falling...
A Little Party Never Killed Nobody
I was finishing up work on Friday when I got a text from one of my good friends, GF: “Want to go to a...
Pointless
One evening, I got into what I like to call The Facebook Spiral.
It starts with something simple: Maybe someone shares an old photo of...
Secret Lovers
When I was living off of 181st Street a few years ago (thank God for the Express A train), I found myself on Squirt...
Fireworks and the City
I was never really into The Fourth of July until I moved to New York City.
It’s not that I don’t have good memories of...
You Can’t Afford No Ring
Last week, Nathan Ayon invited me to his private studio to get a sneak peek at his new collection of swimwear.
Between nights at...
TOP FAG
I don’t often write about my childhood, but this Pride month has me feeling nostalgic.
I remember the first person I ever came out to,...