AS THE LOOMING legislative ax hovers over all our heads, the release of Harvey Fierstein’s memoir, I Was Better Last Night, couldn’t be better timed. Harvey’s voice has always been singular.
In 1983, I was 17 years old when I watched transfixed as Barbara Walters interviewed Harvey. I was astonished when Harvey said, “I assume that everyone is gay unless I’m told otherwise.” My gay self-esteem was in the