Billy Masters

We're a week into the New Year and many of you have asked if I have any resolutions.

This was a strange year for someone who writes about the entertainment industry.

Every once in a while, I like to enlighten you on notable moments of history that perhaps have slipped through the crevices of American curriculum.

You all know that Barbra Streisand's book is out.

I spent last week in Milan.

I start with a sad story for gays around the world.

I don't know what to make of this story about Cher, so prepare yourself for a healthy dose of "allegedlies".

Every once in a while, I get a hankering—and, if there's one thing you know about me, my hankerings must be hankered.

You can take the boy out of the beach, but you can't take the beach out of the boy...

Picture it — your beloved Billy, lauded, admired, some might even say venerated — incognito at the Jonas Brothers at the Boston Garden (I don't care what they call it now).