Like many teenage males in my small Virginia town, I initially had a problem with Boy George. But, true to form, my particular problem was… different.
I didn’t scoff at George because he looked or acted “too gay.” On the contrary, he wasn’t gay enough.
Kissing to Be Clever took me by surprise. Staring up from my local record store’s new releases bin, George’s plaited hair and exaggerated makeup prompted me to briefly mistake Culture Club’s debut for a new release by art rocker Lene Lovich.
I showed the purple-and-yellow album cover to my friend Sebastian. “When did Brooke Shields make a record?” he asked…
