Sex and the Second City

Don't Speak

I was horny as hell about a week ago.  A guy that I had been flirting with on the Internet for over 6 months was online. In his picture (which only showed his face and shoulders) he was a young wide eyed black guy with a dark chocolate complexion and nice shoulders.  He also had nice stats:  6'1, 195 pounds. Over all I was thinking, Very masculine.

We had exchanged numbers a few times, but for some reason--we never called one another.  Tonight I decided to change that.  I gave him a call.

Fuck Day

After my east coast tour (and few days of not talking to FRIEND), I was sick of thinking.  Thinking about life and relationships, yadda yadda.  So I decided to be a rabbit.  Or at least fuck like one.

Kid Stuff

I was tagged by JW for this meme.  Here are the questions:

1. What did you really love as a kid that you still really like now?
2. What did you really love as a kid that you don’t like now?
3. What did you hate as a kid that you still don’t like now?
4. What did you hate as a kid but kinda (or really) like now?

Giant Drop (Second Ride)

I just wanted to make it clear to everyone that I am not sad. The Sex is al to the rizight.

I am not really seeing hard times.  While I admit that I am anxious, I am by no means sad.  In fact, I am excited--at the possibilities.  Like the Giant Drop ride right before it drops me, I am nervous, fidgity and giddy all at the same time--because I don't know if the ride is going to catch me.

Its the thrill that is exciting.  I await the unexpected.  I look forward to it.

Giant Drop

It is Africa Hot in Chicago.  So hot that I am afraid to go anyplace that is not air conditioned.  Despite the fact that Mayor Daley raves that Chicago is the most environmental big city in America, we are experiencing an ozone action day.  A pollution haze hovers over the city and everyone has been told to take caution.

And just like my city, a haze hovers around me.

The Rabbit or The Rock?

I was on the phone with my friend SUCRÉ who lives in New York and she asked me the weirdest question.  She said, Bernard, a dog goes into a backyard.  In the backyard there is a hopping bunny rabbit and a rock.  Which one does the dog go for--the rabbit or the rock?

I didn't know how to respond.  I didn't know what kind of question this was.  Did my choosing the rabbit mean that I was a slut?  Or would choosing a rock mean that I was stern and dependable?  I took my chances.  I said, I think the dog would go for the rock.

Mr. Bradshaw Goes to Washington (pt. 3)

After picking up THE COQUÍ in Chinatown, me, him, and RAQUEL went driving around the city.  We went back to Dupont Circle to go to a coffee shop and sit and hang out.  Just then, RAQUEL's cell rang.  It was the Moroccan waiter that she had met earlier.

The Manolo Chronicles

Did you know that The Sex has an alter-ego?  In other circles, on other blogs, I am known as Manolo Blahnik.

If you want to learn more about Manolo (me), and read the "Mr. Bradshaw Goes To Washington" story from the point of view of THE COQUÍ then visit his blog and read The Manolo Chronicles.

Mr. Bradshaw Goes to Washington (pt. 2)

I woke up on Monday morning in my beautiful king sized bed at the Wyndam rested and somewhat relaxed.  Only somewhat because I didn't know what I was going to do with THE COQUÍ.  I had invited him down to DC from NYC--and I was having second thoughts. 

I had told him the previous night that I wasn't able to find a hotel room for Monday night--but little seemed to dissuade him. I was getting a little annoyed.  Anxious at his persistence, mad beause I couldn't find a cheap room, frustrated because I wanted to spend some time in DC visiting folks and family.  I felt like I had really fucked things up.

Mr. Bradshaw Goes to Washington (pt. 1)

The bus ride to DC was long.  And after my long night partying and dancing with NAPPY at The Warehouse, I kept drifting in and out of consciousness on the bus.  People, including myself, were snoring and waking up sporadically.  I was so happy when I arrived in DC and sitting waiting for me in her brand new car was my big sister. Her big smile was all the comfort I needed.

I was happy to be in DC--the Potomac River, the multitude of national monuments and museums, and all of the black men (not to be confused with the men of African decent found in NYC).