Debbie Gibson is posing naked in this month’s Playboy.  I know this because an old college friend of mine is having his birthday, and he used to be a huge fan of hers.  We’re going to give him a copy of the issue as a gag gift.

Okay, I’m lying a little bit.  I’d probably know about the photos even if my friend wasn’t having a birthday.  After all, Deborah and I go back a long way.  I knew her when she was still just an electric youth.

Anyway, I recently read an interview with her.  She said that she agreed to do the shoot because “she’s grown more comfortable with her sexuality.” I’m pretty sure that Tiffany said the same thing when she posed for the magazine a while back.

So this makes me think that I’ve confused the meaning of “comfortable with one’s sexuality.” Because, to me, that means that you have no problem asking your partner to dress up like a pirate and make ostrich noises.  But no--apparently posing naked in Playboy is actually being comfortable with one’s sexuality, whereas the pirate/ostrich thing is what I previously misunderstood to be “Grasping for a few final fleeting moments of fame before even VH-1 forgets about you.”