Spring 1987: My Celebrity Boyfriend

When I moved to West Hollywood in 1985, I found that half of the residents were aspiring actors, directors, writers, models, dancers, or singers.  Most of my friends and acquaintances had been in something, and some had been in several things.

But I only dated one "real" celebrity, someone whose name you would probably recognize.

He's not Michael J. Fox, Rob Lowe, Robin Williams, Neil Diamond, David Cassidy, Cesar Romero, Arnold Schwarzeneggar, Jimmie Walker, Ron Glass, Philip McKeon,  Lou Ferrigno, or Richard Dreyfuss (although I did go on a "date" with Richard later).   I'll call him Steve.

No real names because he's closeted, and  I don't want to get sued -- how crazy is it that in 2013, you can be sued for slander for "accusing" someone of being gay.  But I can tell you that he's a couple of years older than me, tall and slim, with dark hair and dark eyes.  He was most famous at the time for an adventure tv series which I watched at Indiana University in the early 1980s, but since then he's starred in a cop show and appeared in some soap operas. Shouldn't be hard to figure out.

The rest of the story, with uncensored pictures, is on Tales of West Hollywood.