As I planned for the release of my debut novel, Diary of a Sex Addict in 2012, I knew nothing about the burgeoning new field of professional book trailers. I just wanted to create something visual to snag some social media attention.

I had once optioned a...

I first met Amanda Miller while we were both MFA Graduate students at NYC's New School. We were studying non-linear narrative form with the outlandishly creative and incredibly inspiring Shelley Jackson. I always looked forward to Miller's class presentations, due to her keen sense of the theatrical (I seem to...

OK, when I say "win," I mean "be nominated for," because as Best First Screenplay nominee Jonathan Lisecki puts it, "the nomination is the win!"

Wait! Don't roll your eyes! He is being absolutely sincere, and I totally buy it. (Read his off-the-cuff, inspiring interview below and...

I imagined that some day I'd sneak a peek at a titillating Michael Lucas film (like his high-grossing, sexed-up 2006 twist on La Dolce Vita), but I never guessed it would be a thought-provoking documentary. The outspoken gay celeb, safe-sex advocate and uber-successful gay porn kingpin (ever heard of Lucas...

I've only shared the stage once with the astounding Bessie Award-winning choreographer Sean Curran -- and I'll never forget it.

Sean, myself and our friend Mike were dancing back-up for a dear friend, singer Carl Chesna, at a funky downtown Manhattan club. Why Chesna,...

I first saw David Drake when he was a gay superstar. It was 1994, and I was lost, bleach-blond and wandering the West Village, trying to imitate Neely O'Hara.
There was a half-naked Drake on a billboard. His groundbreaking (Obie-winning!) solo show

I've always been a film fanatic. When I'm not writing, I clear my head with celluloid fantasy. So when my debut novel Diary of a Sex Addict came out in 2011 and a PR pal insisted on a must-do book trailer, I signed on with enthusiasm. I've written...

I recently came across a colorful cartoon featuring a cluster of school children with iPhones poking a hardbound novel with a stick as if it were a mysterious relic.

I immediately thought: Is it true? Are books dead?

While pursuing my MFA in fiction at Manhattan's The New School...

Since publishing my debut novel Diary of a Sex Addict, I've been slammed with invites to parties and events that are mildly subversive, suggestively literary or just plain outlandish.

Busy at work on my fourth book Three Brothers, and being a method writer (Three Brothers is set in 1930s...

I was walking by a toy shop on the Upper East Side the other day, and in the store window's far corner, near the plastic clown doll and a psychedelically colored board game was a copy of E L James' Fifty Shades of Grey. I presume...

I've spent my time in smoky bars, listening to authors I know debate about what is true memoir, what is good fiction, and when and how to use your own life experience in your work. When I first started writing prose, I had a tricky time differentiating between fiction and...

During a radio chat after the release of my debut novel, Diary of a Sex Addict the interviewer referred to me as an erotic writer. I corrected him, explaining that my narrative and prose is graphic and sensual but not necessarily erotic.

Elaborating on what I meant...

In October I published my debut novel, Diary of a Sex Addict. At my first book signing I was thrilled, nervous, ready to meet my readers and field questions. A small crowd lined up.

What happened next, and what continued to occur at my next few events, was...