This Queer Guy Has No Fashion Sense

An eye for fashion disaster?

Photo by Camila Damásio on Unsplash

Recently an old friend sent me a digital head shot, a picture he had taken of me back in Columbus, Ohio circa 1983 when I was in my mid-twenties. Studying the picture, I barely recognized myself. My face was unlined, and my hair, now thin with a yarmulke-sized bald spot on my crown, was thick and wavy. In fact, that hair reminded me of Kristy McNichol’s…