magazine and I both turned 30 this year (). My birthday was on March 7. In that short life, I grew into a writer and sex pig, while published the work of such queer luminaries as Edmund White, Bret Easton Ellis, and Dustin Lance Black. I knew years ago — before I wrote for it — that the magazine and I were the same age. We both marked the major events of our time: I in my small, private ways and with glossy spreads and celebrity interviews. I had just finished high school when “Don’t ask, don’t tell” was repealed and graduated college
