True Decadence: A Shameless Plug

This might be the closest I ever get to Bowie.

Rumour is this ran sometime during my hectic schedule of cottaging, which my European friends says means something else altogether, but what do they know? You people don’t know what I do.

The worst part of being excerpted is that moment of rage when I insist I’d never write the “magic man-managing power of your lady parts” then it turns that I most certainly would. This is usually when I’d get mad and say “don’t quote me,” but in this case I love it. Thanks, Globe staff!