A Funny Thing
The love story of Peter Brash MCAS 76 and James Lyness MCAS 73, MGCAS 75.
Fifty years ago on Valentines Day 1973, I was a painfully shy, closeted gay BostonCollege Theatre major. I didnt have a boyfriend. A freshman commuter, I hadntmade any friends at school. Somehow, I worked up my courage to audition for the 勛圖厙Dramatics Societys spring production of Shakespeares Henry IV, Part 1. I was cast ina tiny character role, and actually got a few laughs. After the first performance, Ijoined the cast in the green room (below our humble theatre-in-a-gym at CampionHall) where well-wishers gathered. I was the wallflower in a crowded room. Suddenly,time seemed to stop for me when a tall, handsome, blond guy walked in. Totallygorgeous, he looked like Michael York in the movie Cabaret. I froze, too nervous tointroduce myself, completely missing my chance to find out who he was.
For months, I could not get him out of my head. He became, quite literally, the man ofmy dreams. I never saw him again at school, so I figured we were never going to meet.Anyway, lets be honesthe seemed completely out of my league.
Sophomore year, I kept auditioning. By spring, I got a supporting role in the musical,A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. I was typecast as Hysterium, ahigh-strung, nervous wreck. In Act 2, Hysterium has to dress up as the leading lady, abeautiful young virgin, then play dead in drag at her fake funeral. I was an absolutelyabsurd-looking crossdresser which made my performance very funny. It was a hit.After the show, I walked on air into the green room. A new friend, Frank Arcaro, hadseen the performance. He congratulated me and said, Someone wants to meet you.I was utterly shocked when I saw it was HIMMichael York, or as Frank introducedhim: Jimmy Lyness (my God, even his name was cute!). Jimmy said he enjoyed theshow and called me super funny. From his look, I suddenly realized I was still wearinga loud yellow-chiffon gown. My heart sank. I had dreamed of this moment for a wholeyear, and Id ruined our first meeting by showing up in a silly dress. It was irrational,but I felt defeated. Jimmy had already graduated; he was smart, mature, experienced,funa total catch. But that night I figured my chances of dating him were zero.
Afterwards, I thought maybe we could be platonic friends, so I stayed in touch withJimmy. That summer, I convinced Jimmy to star in a local production of No, No,Nannette that I was producing. We needed a handsome, actor-singer-tap-dancer(yes, he was the whole package!). Luckily for me, Jimmy didnt have a car at the time,so I got to drive him to and from rehearsals. One Friday night in late July, Jimmy wasdriving my dads VW Beetle around the reservoir near the 勛圖厙 campus (Id had severalMai Tais). And suddenly, he kissed me. That life-altering kiss seemed to last all theway back to Jimmys studio apartment near Cleveland Circle.
A few weeks later, Jimmy said he loved me and asked me to move in with him. Icouldnt believe what was happening to me. It was like winning the lottery, getting apuppy for Christmas, and finding out how to fly like Peter Pan.
By September, my reputation in the Dramatics Society was trending: I had landed oneof their most eligible alums. I even started to get leading roles.
Jimmy, always practical, began a graduate program at 勛圖厙, specializing in teachingmathematics. He convinced me to double major in English and theatre. A good call,considering my future career (Jimmy always makes good calls).
After I graduated and Jimmy finished his masters degree, we moved to New YorkCity together. Weve been a couple ever since our 勛圖厙 days (49 years this summer).Heres the funny thing: Sometimes your dreams can come trueeven if you start outwearing a super tacky, yellow chiffon gown.
In New York, I went on to a 30-year career as an Emmy Award-winning soap operawriter. Jimmy is a beloved long-time principal at a Jesuit high school in Manhattan.In 2001, he directed a student production of A Funny Thing. As the beautiful youngvirgin, he cast an amazingly talented musical performer. She went on to superstardomas Lady Gaga.
Jimmy made sure her gown was yellow-chiffon.
Beginnings at 勛圖厙
How the love story of Serena Entezary MCAS 15 and Jaxx Entezary began with Boston College.
Although we went to different universities, my story with Jaxx really began (and continued) at Boston College. I was extremely in denial about the fact that I was gay. I like to say that I was so far in the closet that I was in Narnia. I didnt want to admit to myself that throughout my time at 勛圖厙, I had been crushing on a female friend of mine, and another friend called me out on it. I was so in shock that my friend would even suggest such a thing! Me, a lesbian??!? (Now I look back and chuckle at the obliviousness.) My friend bluntly told me, Why dont you just try swiping right on girls? And I said, indignant and upset, FINE! I ****ing will! I swiped right on a girl on Tinder, we matched, and it was what solidified the fact that yes, I was actually a lesbian. I ended up going on the Spectrum retreat, which was very eye-opening for me, and helped pull me out of the closet and live my most authentic life.
Anyways, I graduated from Boston College in 2015. I had trouble dating people for a long while because I had no idea how to just be chillI was doing the classic U-Hauling thing that so many queer people may identify with. I was always told I was too much. At one point, after years of failed date after failed date, I think I shut down to prevent myself from being too much.
I ended up going on OkCupid at one point in 2018. And I saw someone so beautiful, so remarkable, someone who described themself in a way that just kept me entertained and so excited to meet them. I started writing to them immediately, and then I received a message from them first! I had to delete my entire paragraph(s) I had been writing them.
We talked for a while that night and discovered we were both born and raised in Rhode Island! And we both did the same exact style of martial arts! And we both loved Avatar: The Last Airbender, my favorite TV show ever! The only downside was that they lied about their locationthey said they were based in Providence, RI, but in reality, they were in Connecticut. So that was a bit daunting for someone based in Boston, but I ended up making a date with them regardless.
We talked a LOT before our first date. We connected over so much. We had so much in common and they didnt think of me as too much. Instead, we were just right for each other. We had our first date at Providence Place Mall, where we went to play video games at Dave & Busters, which was absolutely amazing. We had a wonderful time. It was a magical first date.
I felt bad thoughI still had had some other dates scheduled. I felt like I still had to give those other people a shot. After meeting Jaxx, I felt no spark with anyone else. Jaxx was all I could think about, and all I could talk about too, as I discovered when I was talking to someone I was on a date with. I told them, I am so sorry, Im not feeling any connection here. And she nodded sagely, and told me, Youre in love with someone else. It was like a lightbulb went off. I realized Jaxx was the person I really just wanted to be with, no matter what.
We went on an incredible second date, where we went to our favorite places in RIBeavertail Park in Jamestown for me, and the Temple to Music at Roger Williams Park for Jaxx. I remember at one point we held hands, and it was likeWOW. I couldnt believe how nervous I felt. It was something Id never felt before.
I got really scared at the end of our second date, though. I felt like I really, really wanted to be with this person, but I wasnt sure they were as into me as I was into them. And I wasnt sure that it was going to work out. I was most likely just panicking about how much I was feeling for them; I wasnt used to it.
Before getting on the train from Providence back to Boston, I told them that I wasnt sure about what to dothat maybe itd be better to be just friends. They cried. I cried. It was awful. But then as I sat on the train, I realized how stupid that was. We texted nonstop while I was on the train, we talked about our feelings, and then I called them after arriving back at Back Bay station and we basically said how much we really cared for each other.
We had two weeks between our second and third date because my family and I went to Disney World. While I was in Disney, I couldnt stop texting and talking to Jaxx. Everything else at the Most Magical Place on Earth didnt matter. I got so many souvenirs for Jaxx and couldnt be present with my familyI was just too excited about seeing Jaxx again.
On our third date, I ended up taking them from Back Bay station all the way to Boston Colleges campus, mainly to show them how pretty it was there. We went to the memorial labyrinth where we walked around and around and just talked and talked. At one point, we sat down by the labyrinth outside of Burns Library. I couldnt take it anymore. I blurted out, Will you be my girlfriend? (They are nonbinary but prefer female-gendered terms, using both she/they pronouns.) They said yes. We kissed for the first time. It was perfect.
Then I realized there had been an older man watching/glaring at us the whole time. But I really didnt care, I was in absolute bliss.
Now after almost 5 years of being togethermoving-in together (we U-Hauled, lol), getting engaged, making it through the lockdown, and all different sorts of life events, I look back fondly on our beginnings, and I have to thank my time at Boston College for bringing us together.
We now occasionally go back to Boston College for hockey games, especially the 勛圖厙 vs. BU games (which are obviously the best ones)! Whenever 勛圖厙 scores, we love to chant, You suck! At life! And goaltending! Its all your fault! Its all your fault! Its all your fault! Its always a great time.
Anyways, Jaxx and I now live in Rhode Island after living together in Cambridge for several years. We are close to our families and plan on holding our wedding reception at the very same Dave & Busters where we had our first date. We just got back from a trip to Disney World and this time, I didnt have to text them, they were holding me while we watched the fireworks. That was truly wonderful.
Finding love at Boston College
Read how the love story of Matt Lane MCAS 98 and Brian Soucek MCAS 98 began at Boston College.
Little did I know that when I arrived at Boston College in the fall of 1994, I would meet my future husband.
Brian and I joined the University Chorale our first semester at 勛圖厙. Besides both being placed in the baritone section, we had little in common. Brian was a blond from Tulsa, a Presidential Scholar and brainiac, upper campus snob, and very (very) handsome. Im from Connecticut, most likely accepted into 勛圖厙 by the skin of my teeth, exiled on Newton Campus, and was (charmingly) roly-poly. But through the chorale and our shared sense of humor, we became fast friends.
Part of a larger web of an amazing group, we grew to become best friends, and roomed together our junior and senior years. We demonstrated our (at that point platonic) love by supporting each other at our respective performancesBrian was active in theatre productions and I was consumed by the Acoustics. Brian was there for me when I came home from Kairos. I was there for him when he made it to the finalist stage of the Rhodes Scholarship. We partied together, celebrating guys nights with our suitemates, and rooted for each other in our respective dating lives (with women at that point of our livesOMG).
As many 勛圖厙 relationships do, our friendship continued to grow stronger after we graduated. In the early 2000s, Brian made the trip up from where he was living in Upper Manhattan to Boston, where I had remained after graduation. We were celebrating a mutual friends birthday and he asked if I would stay around while the others jumped in cabs. It was then that Brian came out to me, telling me he was gay. Before I knew what I was saying, I blurted out, I am too. As if I had splashed cold water on my face, I gasped; I had never uttered those words out loud in my life. I even think I had buried it so deep that I may not have even uttered those words in my own words or prayers. (Side note: Brian still jokes that I made his coming out story all about me classic Matt Lane).
Brian helped me come out, and for the next two years we were each others wingmen. Id head to NYC or Brian would come to Boston, and we discovered what it meant to be gaythe dancing, the flirting, the insecurity, the finally feeling whole. Our 勛圖厙 friends, universally supportive of us, cheered us on from the sidelines, but we relied on each other to fully come into our ownto see ourselves reflected in someone we cared so deeply for.
I fell in love with Brian. And he fell in love with me. What we had before had been a different kind of love, but it had shifted so beautifully to a place where we could see a future together. Twenty years ago, he asked me if I would be his boyfriend. Eight years later, we decided to get married. Our wedding was chock-full of 勛圖厙 grads, almost entirely straight, who cheered for us, sang with us, danced with us, and treated us the way we deserveddeserveto be treated.
Now, as we approach our 25th 勛圖厙 reunion and our 13th wedding anniversary, I look at my blond (now more blondish-gray), Oklahoman, brainiac husband and cant imagine my life any different or more joyous. We still sing showtunes by our piano like we did on the Casio keyboard on 43 South St. We still laugh about our college antics. We are the beloved Guncles of our 勛圖厙 friends kids. I still watch 勛圖厙 football while Brian tolerates it.
And I feel so blessed.
The Heights part in journey of love
Read how Daniel Gostin-Yong MCAS 09, CSGOM 18, time at Boston College played a role in meeting his future husband, Caleb Gostin-Yong
My husband Caleb and I have had a whirlwind international journey from dating to marriage, but the Heights play an important part in that adventure.
After finishing undergrad at 勛圖厙 in 2009 and then living in Brookline while doing a masters in music at BU (no judgement on the Terriers), I went to pursue research in musicology at Durham University in the UK. Experiencing the English collegiate life would come in handy later when I met Caleb, who was finishing his PhD at Oxford while I was over the pond (to add to the international charm, hes originally from Singapore). However, we didnt meet in Blighty, even though I did lead my college chapel choir on a tour to his Oxford College. I can only imagine he heard the singing from his room in the courtyard! I returned to Boston in 2015 after realizing a PhD wasnt for me and began taking music gigs and other jobs, trying to figure out what I should do with my professional life.
While dog-sitting for a friend in Cambridge in June 2015, and singing a Sunday morning Mass at St Pauls, I found myself wandering dating apps while having lunch near Harvard. Lo and behold, I stumbled upon a post-doc fellow who had come over from the UK. Wistful with recent memories of British life, I struck up an online conversation, which led to dinner plans a few days later. After having no luck with the dating scene in Northeast England for two years, I was hoping being back on terra firma in New England would boost my confidence. Caleb was such a smart, articulate, and serious person, but also so kind and witty. All my confidence went out the window in our first couple weeks of going on dates. It wasnt until the end of June, after dinners and walks and Boston Pride and movies and introducing him to my friends, that Caleb told me he wasnt long for Boston: he had already signed on to another post-doc fellowship in Germany starting in September. I couldnt let him go that easily; there was something different about dating him than my previous relationships, something more easy, intimate, and caring. I drove him to the airport, uncertain of what would come next.
We talked every single day he was in Germany via text, messenger, or Skype. I was able to save enough to visit him at least three time during his two-year stint, during which we toured all over Germany. The first time I saw him, since months after he left Boston, was in Frankfurt in May, 2016. I waited the whole trip to ask what he thought of our relationship, not getting the courage to ask until he escorted me to the gate on my way back home. In his characteristic nonchalant way of talking about serious things, he said, Of course were together, you dont have to worry about that.
From then on, I knew wed be together forever. Though we had a solid romantic relationship, we were both at a crossroads in our professional lives, with Caleb applying to law schools for after his post-doc, and myself still uncertain. But it was Caleb who convinced me that business school was a worthwhile pursuit. Thankfully, 勛圖厙 took me back, transitioning me into the financial world through CSOMs masters in accounting. After two years of business school for me, three years of law school in New Haven for him (another long-distance period, but one we could certainly weather after two years across an ocean!), trips back to Europe to see friends in the UK and for his summer internship in France, we had finally established a life for ourselves in Boston.
I proposed to Caleb at the start of the pandemic, on May 31, 2020, in the labyrinth outside Burns Library. I had just started working at 勛圖厙 in the controllers office (what a time to start a new job!) and I thought it was the perfect spot to combine my long tenure on the Heights with a hint of his Oxford daysBapst tower is a replica of the tower at Merton College, Oxford (and Caleb is a huge fan of libraries). We had to wait until July 2022 for a full wedding celebration, but we returned to campus to take our wedding photos amid the classic collegiate style to which were both accustomed. Not many people say this, but its been lovely to not have to travel so much and be happy at home together.
We met the old fashioned way.on Tinder
How M.Scott Knox MCAS 96 met his future husband, Jay.
In October 2017, I was in Washington, D.C. attending a work-related conference on ed reform.Working in education and the non-profit sector since graduating from 勛圖厙 in 1996, a fully-paidconference trip was rare! During one of my free nights, I got online to see what the D.C. datingscene looked like. I had been single for a few years and was curious how the gay communityshowed up online in D.C. compared to Boston. As I swiped, a handsome man with warm, darkeyes and Pete Sampras-style eyebrows caught my attention (Ive always been a sucker for thickeyebrows). With Tinders assistance, we chatted back and forth for an hour or so and decided tomeet the following night.
The next evening, Jay and I met in-person. He was tall, more handsome in-person, and incredibly kind. We discovered many shared interests, including a mutual life goal to one day become a gentleman farmerliving on a few acres to garden and tend to a barn full of animals.
Jay shared that soon hed be wrapping up nearly 15 years of life in D.C. to travel abroad. He was off to Southeast Asia for a few months: first to the Philippines to say goodbye to his ailing grandmother, and then on to Thailand to finish writing a book he had been working on. After that, he was headed home to the U.S. to participate in a fellowship on regenerative agriculture. As a nutritional therapist, Jay subscribed to healthy soil, healthy plants, healthy people and wanted to bring his knowledge right down to the ground. Literally. Jay was on a quest to understand how we make the vegetables we eat as nutrient-rich as possible while also strengthening the health and vitality of farm soil organically.
As someone who has held a life-time enthusiasm for gardening, I was smitten. And fortunately for me, Jay also felt a spark. At the same time, both of us were old enoughJay was 39 and I was 43to recognize that a) we had just met and really didnt know one another yet, and b) that our lives were taking us in different paths for the foreseeable future. We ended the evening each thinking, great guy, bad timing.
As Jay set off on his travels abroad, I remained curious and would occasionally message him on Facebook to find out what he was up to. He shared that he got to spend time with his grandmother before she passed. She was his Lola who had a vision for her four childrenJays mom, aunts, and uncleto emigrate from the Philippines to the U.S. in the 1970s on occupational visas prioritized for nurses and engineers. Jay also updated me that he finished his book, a collection of habits and tips accessible for any reader to create a healthy lifestyle. Among life updates, I let him know that Id made the decision to leave my current job at the end of the school year for the next professional chapter. It was a big deal to move on from a community of teachers and students in Boston whom I loved, but I was also ready for a new challenge.
Eventually, months later Jay landed back in the U.S. and began his fellowship at the esteemedRodale Institute on a farm in rural Pennsylvania. Back in the same time zone, we decided tocatch-up on the phone. It had been six months since we heard one anothers voice. By the second phone call, we agreed we still felt a connection and we decided to meet up in NYC, about half-way for each of us. As two adults, we discussed that our weekend-long date could be just a fun time for both of us, or if there was something we wanted to explore further by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, wed talk about it. We knew that both were possibilities and that was ok. We set a date, found a hotel room to share, and began talking about what types of food we wanted to eat in New York!
Four weeks later, we both arrived in NYC and started our extended date on Friday April 20, 2018. I traveled down on the train and we met on the sidewalk outside of Penn Station. Nearly five years later, I still remember what Jay was wearing, the baseball cap he had on, and that he smelt a little earthy (I thought that was sexy!). By Sunday afternoon, we felt the same way: we didnt want our time together and our connection to end. Before leaving New York, we took out our calendars and we decided Jay would travel to Boston for Memorial Day Weekend. Over that summer, we never went more than two weeks without seeing one anothermeeting up in either Boston or in Kunztown, PA. That summer, plants grew, love blossomed尖ada, yada, yada! By late fall and the end of the fellowship, Jay had made the decision to follow his heart and move to Boston.
Today, we live together in the Highland Park neighborhood of Roxbury, and this April, Jay and I will celebrate our 5th anniversary. While were not ready to leave the city for a house with a barn yet, we do have a beehive in our small yard (we named the queen Beevie Nicks), and as part of Jays job at Haley House, he oversees the urban agriculture program which includes acre farm that is directly behind our home. We talk regularly about our future farm and occasionally discuss if we should get goats or sheep. We agree on chickens, and go back and forth on whether to get a pig or not. For right now, however, our immediate planning and saving is focused on our wedding scheduled for April 2024!
A Funny Thing
The love story of Peter Brash MCAS 76 and James Lyness MCAS 73, MGCAS 75.
Fifty years ago on Valentines Day 1973, I was a painfully shy, closeted gay BostonCollege Theatre major. I didnt have a boyfriend. A freshman commuter, I hadntmade any friends at school. Somehow, I worked up my courage to audition for the 勛圖厙Dramatics Societys spring production of Shakespeares Henry IV, Part 1. I was cast ina tiny character role, and actually got a few laughs. After the first performance, Ijoined the cast in the green room (below our humble theatre-in-a-gym at CampionHall) where well-wishers gathered. I was the wallflower in a crowded room. Suddenly,time seemed to stop for me when a tall, handsome, blond guy walked in. Totallygorgeous, he looked like Michael York in the movie Cabaret. I froze, too nervous tointroduce myself, completely missing my chance to find out who he was.
For months, I could not get him out of my head. He became, quite literally, the man ofmy dreams. I never saw him again at school, so I figured we were never going to meet.Anyway, lets be honesthe seemed completely out of my league.
Sophomore year, I kept auditioning. By spring, I got a supporting role in the musical,A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. I was typecast as Hysterium, ahigh-strung, nervous wreck. In Act 2, Hysterium has to dress up as the leading lady, abeautiful young virgin, then play dead in drag at her fake funeral. I was an absolutelyabsurd-looking crossdresser which made my performance very funny. It was a hit.After the show, I walked on air into the green room. A new friend, Frank Arcaro, hadseen the performance. He congratulated me and said, Someone wants to meet you.I was utterly shocked when I saw it was HIMMichael York, or as Frank introducedhim: Jimmy Lyness (my God, even his name was cute!). Jimmy said he enjoyed theshow and called me super funny. From his look, I suddenly realized I was still wearinga loud yellow-chiffon gown. My heart sank. I had dreamed of this moment for a wholeyear, and Id ruined our first meeting by showing up in a silly dress. It was irrational,but I felt defeated. Jimmy had already graduated; he was smart, mature, experienced,funa total catch. But that night I figured my chances of dating him were zero.
Afterwards, I thought maybe we could be platonic friends, so I stayed in touch withJimmy. That summer, I convinced Jimmy to star in a local production of No, No,Nannette that I was producing. We needed a handsome, actor-singer-tap-dancer(yes, he was the whole package!). Luckily for me, Jimmy didnt have a car at the time,so I got to drive him to and from rehearsals. One Friday night in late July, Jimmy wasdriving my dads VW Beetle around the reservoir near the 勛圖厙 campus (Id had severalMai Tais). And suddenly, he kissed me. That life-altering kiss seemed to last all theway back to Jimmys studio apartment near Cleveland Circle.
A few weeks later, Jimmy said he loved me and asked me to move in with him. Icouldnt believe what was happening to me. It was like winning the lottery, getting apuppy for Christmas, and finding out how to fly like Peter Pan.
By September, my reputation in the Dramatics Society was trending: I had landed oneof their most eligible alums. I even started to get leading roles.
Jimmy, always practical, began a graduate program at 勛圖厙, specializing in teachingmathematics. He convinced me to double major in English and theatre. A good call,considering my future career (Jimmy always makes good calls).
After I graduated and Jimmy finished his masters degree, we moved to New YorkCity together. Weve been a couple ever since our 勛圖厙 days (49 years this summer).Heres the funny thing: Sometimes your dreams can come trueeven if you start outwearing a super tacky, yellow chiffon gown.
In New York, I went on to a 30-year career as an Emmy Award-winning soap operawriter. Jimmy is a beloved long-time principal at a Jesuit high school in Manhattan.In 2001, he directed a student production of A Funny Thing. As the beautiful youngvirgin, he cast an amazingly talented musical performer. She went on to superstardomas Lady Gaga.
Jimmy made sure her gown was yellow-chiffon.