Following one such decadent feast my freshman year, when we were still very much in the honeymoon phase of our first gay relationship, Dan and I retired to his bedroom and got to work. Meals were rich and plentiful - foie gras, profiteroles, double magnums of Riesling, etc. - all of which I eagerly imbibed. My college boyfriend’s family lived in a duplex on Park Avenue, where we’d often slip away on weekends. I enjoyed a short-lived career on the bottom.
