In 1982 I was a first year student in college, barely out of puberty but ready to face the world. Life was finally turning out to be real peachy. I was living in a dorm, studying, partying, and everything was hunky dory except for one thing: I was still in the closet. My sexual experience resorted mostly to my vivid imagination. Maxwell Caulfield from GREASE 2 was one that I thought a lot about that year: his chiseled face, his athletic frame, the way his dark leather pants hugged his tight little rump… Suffice to say, I couldn’t get enough of him. I went to see GREASE 2 numerous of times in ‘82. Alas, the film fizzled out quickly at the box office and it never made Caulfield as star. But in my mind he certainly was.