I have spent a good part of my summer attempting to catalogue all substantial cultural and pop-cultural contributions by gay men who interest me. Some choices have been obvious: Kander and Ebb, John Cheever. But I'm especially happy when I can record, for posterity, thoughts on the works of the very, very obscure. And that's today. Specifically, that's Hunter Bell and Jeff Bowen. One thing I notice within a certain subset of gay writers: Actual life can be so awkward and painful, the artist retreats to a dream world of stories, a hodgepodge of references to Disney World and Glenn Close. Perhaps he starts a blog--and in that blog, instead of describing his professional ambitions or his reaction to World Events, he writes a great deal about, say, Rip Torn in "Hercules," or the cast recordings of Darius de Haas, or the songwriting corpus of Taylor Swift. That's a sign that you're dealing with a gay man. I see this trend in the works of Drew Droege. Who ...