Sex and the Second City

Operation: PIPE SQUEEZE

Amerie was blasting in the background at SPIN nightclub and I had just tapped CYCLOPS on the shoulder.  He turned around and looked at me and paused for a moment staring at me with the craziest look.  I could sense it immediately.  I fucked up.  Did he have a boyfriend?  Did I look like a troll?  Why didn't I just keep my hands to myself? Why did I have to be so bold?  Why did I just subject myself to rejection?

Final Day

Today is the last day that you can vote in the Black Weblog Awards.  Make sure you vote for Sex and the Second City in any cateogry that you see fit (but I'd really like it if you voted for me in Best Writing--ok, that was cheesy).  You can vote as many times as you like. 

Remember, today is the LAST and FINAL day.  After today, voting ends!

Btw, I will be posting shortly, thanks for your patience.  Make sure you come back around 3pm Central time

Bernard

Waiting For Tonight

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It was a Saturday night.  About 9pm.  I was sitting at home watching television.  As usual.  I thought if I stayed at home surfing the Internet for sex and watching bad movies on cable television I would lose my fucking mind.  But the only thing I could think of doing was going to a gay dance club or bar.  The idea boomeranged around in my head.  Ever since I started exercising I wanted to step my ass into a club.  But whenever it came down to me stepping out, I was always too tired.

SAT2C Premier Podcast: Learing From Lewinsky

I offer you the premier broadcast of Sex and the Second City THE PODCAST.  For those of you who don't know, a podcast is basically an audio blog.  Its like having your very own tiny radio station.  Feel free to listen on a daily basis and to subscribe to the podcast (there is a link at the bottom of the sidebar to the right) and download it to your mp3 players and Ipods.   Though you do not need an mp3 player to listen to the podcast --it should download onto your computer and open nicely with windows media player or real player or any program that can play mp3 files.

I've been working hard for you guys!

enjoy,

Bernard Bradshaw

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Learning From Lewinsky

Yesterday was a sunny warm Chicago Sunday.  I had been sitting in the house all day long, bored as hell.  When the evening finally strolled around and I thought to myself that I needed to get some exercise.  I thought there was no better way to ride my bike along the lakefront to the Wooded Island, behind the Museum of Science and Industry.

The Wooded Island (also known as the Paul Douglas Nature Sanctuary) is home of the Osaka Gardens (a remnant of 1893 Colombian World Exposition) and is an excellent place to birdwatch and to go on nature walks.  But because of all of the trees and their accompanying privacy--It is also a great place for men to cruise for sex with other men.

Surprise #1

There is a new address for Sex and the Second City!

You can now visit by typing:

SAT2C.com

and you can reach me at:

bernard@sat2c.com

But the biggest surprise is coming up.  Check back in a few hours!

Housekeeping and a BIG Surprise

I have a few housekeeping issues for the readers of Sex and the Second City--and a big SURPRISE. 

First, can you please support SAT2C's sponsors?  If you look over to the sidebar on the right hand side of the web browser, you will see a section called SPONSORS.  Please click on one of the sponsors once every day that you visit SAT2C.  It doesn't cost you anything--yet it helps provide some income to help me defray the costs of this blog.  I don't ask for much from the readers, the blog is free to you--but not to me.  Please help me out.

Secondly, vote for THE SEX in the upcoming Black Weblog Awards!  We are in the final week of voting.  So please cast as many ballots as you can for SAT2C. 

Finally, the SURPRISE.  Make sure you visit SAT2C next Monday.  I am launching a brand new segment to the blog that I hope you will enjoy.  You will learn something about me that few of you ever knew.  I am so excited I can hardly focus on having sex.  Ok, well maybe not that excited.

No Cl-ass

I got blasted recently for a post where I argued that a guy I hooked up with had no manners when he tossed my salad and then wanted to kiss me.  Some readers thought that I was being an asshole, a bitch, and too hard on the guy.  Some of the comments questioned how could I have so much sex, yet be such a prude.  Others wondered why was I so put-off by the post-analingus smooch--afterall, isn't it my ass?  One blogger even went so far to say that he sticks his fingers in a trick's ass and then puts those same fingers in the trick's face.  His theory is that if the trick is grossed out by the fingers then he will not eat the trick's ass.

Allow me to clarify my position on tossin' salad.

On the Market

One of the best things about living in Chicago in the summertime are the thirty Farmers' Markets scattered throughout the city.  There are few better places to find fresh produce, and there are varieties of fruits, flowers, and vegetables that you aren't likely to find in your massive boring supermarket.  I am always telling people to try something new (or in this case old) and step out to their nearest Farmers' Market and check things out.

It was a little more difficult to convince FATHER BRADSHAW to try something new. 

Miss(ed) Manners

Recently, I met a short guy in his early forties.  He had a very pleasant face, where there was little sign of age.  In addition, he had an absolutely fantastic body, with a nice chest, arms and nipples.  HIs best attribute was that he had a really cool laid back personality.  Overall he was a pretty good package, except for his squeaky voice.  But I was happy to meet him finally after a long time talking with him on men4now.com. 

He came over to my apartment and it was quite clear that he was horny as hell.