“Whenever there’s a man involved, you have to be very clear,” said my gay husband Poodle as he sipped his eleventh vodka Red Bull and stared over my shoulder at a male model preening his plumage across the room at the Soho Club. “Straight up tell him he can’t bang other girls anymore. Otherwise, he’ll Read More

“If I was a complete stranger and you slept with me on the first night, I’d never call you again. That’s one of my rules,” scolded the guy driving me home. It was noon and I was still wearing last night’s cocktail dress, my hair matted into fetching postcoital clumps. While I can count on Read More

“I’m sorry I’m late; it was murder getting this thing out of Barneys,” I heard a man’s voice pant as I caught a faint whiff of Marlboro Reds. We were at the Maritime Hotel, seated for a corporate dinner, and when I looked up, there-swaying, unmistakably drunk and almost two hours late-was my Read More