In 1982, I traveled to Key West for Halloween, meeting up with my first partner (Jim) and the Bostonian blond I had been intermittently seeing. I stayed in the home of a friend, Mark Hines, who had left NYC to return to his hometown of Key West and run his family’s realty business. While resting in my bed one day, a kitten climbed up to join me. I can’t remember who took this photo, but it shows me in my tighty whities, seemingly with “morning wood” and unknowingly emitting sex vibes.