Michael musto

I'm deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.

I can't drive, so I can only live in New York, which is fine with me.

I'm just a simple kid from Brooklyn who landed into the most enchanted lifestyle imaginable.

By the end of the week, if I'm still alive, I get to write whatever I want about it all.

It's a good thing that columnists don't make homosexuality their last taboo anymore. But I wish the columnists themselves would come out too.

For better or worse, I've always tried to march to my own drum and tell it like it is, while preserving some integrity and style. God, I'm fabulous!

In the last few years, the very idea of telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth is dredged up only as a final resort when the alternative options of deception, threat and bribery...