The best line heard at Duvet recently: "What did I promise you again—a blowjob or a palm reading?" The most memorable utterance heard at... More >>

Last week, I emceed the party for the 3,000th episode of The Jerry Springer Show—disclosure: I was remunerated in ego... More >>

A Chorus Line—the classic Broadway show about the casting of a classic Broadway show—is about to return, and we'll see if it has the... More >>

Linda Simpson's My Comrade magazine benefit at the Ukrainian National Home was a rivetingly kitschy nutfest, especially if you wandered into the... More >>

The kooks are cocky and cooing at the Cuckoo Club, Sundays at the Maritime's Hiro Ballroom. The other night there, a lovely young man with no... More >>

Downtown clothing entrepreneur PATRICIA FIELD opened a new boutique, then feted it at Capitale, where the HOUSE OF NINJA vogued on platforms, KIM... More >>

In hotsy-totsy Hollywood on a quickie business trip, I was privy to all the oppressive yet invaluable gossip, name-dropping, and hype that waft... More >>

I recently wrote about the sharp rise in my sexploits in the wake of an emotional crisis and described how my newfound accessibility and craving... More >>

MURRAY HILL's Saturday-night shows at Mo Pitkin's have reached a fever pitch of all-encompassing hilarity. Mur—a drag king, I mean a male... More >>

Step right up and get some short, digestible bites for the A.D.D. gener . . . gener . . . ah, never mind. First of all, inquiring minds are still... More >>