"I realized, as I was going through puberty (early), the necessity of shifting my focus from doing things that would impress my parents and teachers to engaging in behavior that would strike my peers as cool. I started saying 'like' constantly. I smoked pot when I was twelve. I dropped acid when I was thirteen. Losing my virginity was the next logical step."
How Edith Windsor fell in love, got married, and won a landmark case for gay marriage.
On Silvio Berlusconi’s hedonism.
Berlusconi is Italy’s waning Hugh Hefner, alternately reviled and admired for his loyalty to his own appetites—except that he’s supposed to be running the country.
“Before I put down my phone, I took a picture of my son. I worried that if I didn’t I would never believe he had existed.”
On the lesbian separatists of the 1970s, who “created a shadow society devoted to living in an alternate, penisless reality.”
A profile of the hard-living, cop-dodging artist Dash Snow, published two years before his death of an overdose.