Sex and the Second City

The Surreal Life (pt. 1)

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cast of season 5 of Surreal Life

I love reality shows. I've often mentioned Project Runway, America's Next Top Model, and the amazing Amazing Race (whose 9th season debuts this week). For some reason I can't seem to get enough.

"Real people" going through extraordinary situations always seems to open my eyes to my own life for some reason. Or maybe I'm just a big old voyeur (I doubt it).

But one of the shows that I never really cared for too much was The Surreal Life--a pseudo-reality show that puts about 7 celebrities (usually former "where are they now" stars and current D-List personalities) in a house for two weeks. And then we watch the has beens and wanna be's vie for America's attention.

Sometimes it's like watching a train wreck. I've never really cared for the show. And after my own recent Surreal Life experience, I think I know why.

Back Up

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I've been denying myself lately.  I haven't had an orgasm in a week.  To say that I am backed up is an understatement.

Boundaries and Borders (pt. 1)

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Unlike many cities, Chicago is a city of boundaries and borders.  With over 77 informal neighborhoods, it is  easy to cross one street and find yourself in a totally different neighborhood from the one you left.  Neighborhoods like Riverdale, Hyde Park, Chatham, Humboldt Park, Lincoln Square, and Edgewater.  And while these neighborhoods don't have formal government boundaries--that doesn't make their barriers any less real or culturally significant.

A Friend Indeed

It's been a minute since I talked about FRIEND.  You know the guy who is much more than a friend, but not quite my boyfriend, because despite the fact that he loves me to death--he's on the DL. 

Hoping For Kwan

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It must be hard.  To want something for so long and to never get it. 

On My Own

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Patti LaBelle and Michael McDonald sang the beautiful hit, On My Own

In the continuing saga of my 2006 sexual doldrums, I met a guy two nights ago.  He was a cute chocolate brother with cute, soft pouty lips.  He was about my height, but was a chunky guy--an easy 230 with a stomach.  But he looked cute, and he had a very pleasant attitude.  I couldn't wait to get my hands on him.

Loving Nick Verreos

I haven't spoken much about Season 2 of Project Runway.  But I feel the need because last night they eliminated my reality television crush--Nick Verreos (see his work at his business, Nikolaki Designs).  Handsome, talented, funny Nick--the son of a diplomat who I thought was fine as all get out with his salt and pepper chin hair.

In the end, the judges picked Santino Rice (whose garment was falling apart).  Obviously, the only reason the producers kept Santino was to keep the drama high on the show.  Hmmm...imagine a show narrowed down to a final four where all four people get along?  Project Runway wasn't having it.  Don't get me wrong.  Santino is talented--but he really seems to play one note and I'm a little tired.

Nick Verreos was sent home for designing a men's suit for fellow designer Daniel Vosevic.  The judges criticized the suit's material (said it looked to feminine) and said it wasn't constructed well.  But I liked it.  The suit looked sleek, and elegant.  He pushed the feminine side, and I enjoyed it.  Sometimes Michael Kors (judge and fashion mogul) needs to get his head out of his booty and think about the concepts that these contestants are striving for.

Unfortunately, the judges got rid of my sweet Nick while he was dressed in that fly ass pen-stripped vest with the pink back (designed by Chloe Dao, my new front runner). 

Dear Sweet Nick, I know that you have a boyfriend, pero quiero comprar tu chicle!  You have a fan here in Chicago who would absolutely love to talk to you and sing your praises on my blog (and buy a men's outfit from you).

So papa, llamame and talk to me Bernard Bradshaw of Sex and the Second City @ (312) 224-8815 or email me at sexandthe2ndcity [at] aol [dot] com.

Shlemiel, Shlimazl

As a young child in the late 1970s and early 80s, I didn't really get the humor of the sitcom, Laverne & Shirley.  But just because I didn't understand the jokes, that didn't prevent me from loving certain elements of the show.

First Kisses

Taye Diggs kissing Eric McCormack (photo courtesy of Pink Mafia Radio)

The first interracial gay kiss took place on network television place last week on Will & Grace.  Call me a hater.  But I am not amused.

Sexual Doldrums (part two)

Jaleel White also known as Steve Urkel

We all reach points in life when things get so still that we almost lose our minds.  Lately, my sex life has experienced the doldrums.  And they have had me doing and thinking some crazy things.  Somethings that even make me shake my head in disbelief.