While we’re on the subject of photos, Jere mailed me a photo the other day that he took of me last winter, when he and I went to see Wonderful Town. (Seriously, he snail-mailed it — he took it with a nondigital camera and he sent it to me in an envelope. Aw, Jere, you’re so old-fashioned.)

Here’s the photo — I’m wearing my old glasses, I’m sans goatee, and I’m standing in front a bunch of beautiful two-dimensional gay men.

Which I guess describes most gay men in New York, but… anyway.