to teach me to fly; Hal, who challenged me to a dating contest; Bruce, who didn't like to be called gay -- all were straight, or claimed to be.
What about Adam Horowitz, manager of the Student Union bookstore? He never dated girls; when pressed, he claimed to be in love with an icy Hitchcockian blonde, but gave no more details. He never dated boys, either. We had a "date" in March 1981, with a thwarted kiss under the Bell Tower, but that was the only time I saw him away from his counter in the bookstore.
Until the summer of 1981, when the Film Club took a road trip to Madison, Wisconsin, about 3 hours away, for an Italian Film Festival, two days of Fellini, Antonioni, Pasolini, and Zeffirelli.
The rest of the story, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.