Sex and the Second City

Day 14: Side Effects

HIV medication sucks.  Period. 

Sex News Friday: Global O

I´ve always wanted to have a weekly feature that touches on the sexual topics of Chicago and the rest of the world.  So every Friday, I plan on having this feature.  Stay tuned:

to the left: R. Kelly. Why are the no-good guys always so fine?

This was a great week for Chicago in terms of sex news:

• After a thousand years, R. Kelly´s sex trial is finally set to start in the spring.  Cook County Judge Vincent Gaughan [Cook is the county where Chicago is located] ruled that R&B singer R. Kelly´s child pornography trial would be set for May 9th.  Kelly dodged a bullet because the judge did not revoke his bail after he missed a scheduled pre-trial date.  If the prosecution had their way, Kelly would have been arrested leaving disastrous consequences for the Chicago native´s current 45 city tour.  On a lighter note, a 49 year old Chicago woman was held in indirect contempt of court while trying to take pictures of R. Kelly with her cell phone.  Her phone was confiscated and she was held overnight in jail until a morning hearing.  See, Chicagoans still love R.

• University of Chicago sociology professor Edward Laumann has found that Generation X is the generation with no sex.  The individuals born born between 1965 and 1985 (that includes Bernard Bradshaw) are less inclined to believe in free love and place more emphasis on commitment.  Laumann says,"It's clear that, while Generation X has sex, obviously, it's probably not as much or as varied in styles as that of their parents or today's teenagers and students,"

• Did you feel something strange on December 22?  It was the day of the winter solstice--and also Global Orgasm Day.  The idea is that if everyone could have an orgasm at the same time around the globe December 22, 2007 at 12:08am (chicago time) and also simultaneously think of world peace, that the concentration of positive, biological, mental, physical, and emotional energy could lead to greater calmness and peace.  I missed it this year.  But Ill be sure to hit up Global O 2008.  Any excuse right?

Day 1: Prada Pills

It´s always been in the back of my mind.  The possibility has hovered over me and every other sexually active gay man.  Calculating THE RISK has so deeply influenced everyone of my sexual decisions. Am I going to suck his dick?  He´s wearing a condom, it´s ok to let him cum in me.  Should I let this guy slob me down?

THE RISK has influenced other folks less paranoid than myself.  Some of these men calculate their chances in different ways.  There´s no condom, should I let him fuck me anyway? It´s cool if he fucks me, as long as he doesn´t ejaculate. I never understood these calculations.  I don´t like the idea of dodging bullets.  But irrational human behavior isn´t to be understood.  Simply lived and observed in amazement.

Baby

I just started a new exercise routine in the last month, and it has been kicking my ass.

Caveat Niger (pt. 2)

When I last left you, I was having great conversations with this guy, OPIE.  He seemed cool.  Was moderately attractive.  But there was one thing keeping me from going to visit him.

He was white.

Caveat Niger (pt. 1)

Last week, on Valentine´s Day I wrote about my attempts to bring sexy back.  As I mentioned, I really feel like we as a society, not just gays and black people have horribly gone wrong somewhere.  I count myself amongst the one´s that have gone astray.  Things have become a lot harder and more difficult for me.  It´s harder to find dates, its harder to find sex, its just harder to find people who fucking return telephone calls!

So when things get bad, I always look at myself first.  Always run a self-diagnostic first.  Maybe I am just too quick to exclude people.  So about two weeks ago, I got hit up on the Internet by OPIE, a white guy.  Nothing unusual--since at least 5 or 6 white guys hit me up on the Internet every week telling me that they have hot wet pussy holes ready for my black cock (i.hate.that.word).

But for some reason, this white boy seemed a little different.

Sexy (Broke) Back

True, it´s overplayed and definitely in over rotation, but I really like Justin Timberlake´s single,  "Sexy Back".  I think of it as a cautionary tale to all the young people out there who think they´ve been sexy for the past decade, when in fact they´ve been anything but.  Yeah, I am that corny guy who thinks of "Sexy Back" as his mantra--because I think there is something missing in the world.  We need a little less flash and sass, and a little more season.  We need a little less posing and skin showing, and a little more...sexy.  Shit, Justin was right.  We need to bring sexy back.

So here I am.  The Sex is back.

But as with all a cute popular jingles like "Sexy Back" you have your wordsmiths who like to play with phrases chanting triteness like, Bringing sexy back? I never left.  Which begs the question, If so many people feel the need to bring sexy back, where did it go?

Déjà V8

Many people near and dear to my heart have always told me to take vitamins.  As I've gotten older, I have taken my health into greater consideration.  I am a lot more conscious about the things I eat.  I exercise at least three times a week.  And yes--to my mother's delight--I even started taking a multi-vitamin supplement.

But there are certain things that my mom pushed on me as a kid that have taken a little longer for me to catch on to.  One of those things is vegetable juice.

Yuck.

My mother had a juicer and if it grew out of the ground (and could fit) it went into the juicer.  And when she wore out the expensive juicer, she substituted her health mania with V8.  That horrible tomato juice, when, at 8 years old, I swore induced blindness. 

But at eight years old, what did I know?  Hell V8 juice isn't even tomato juice--at least not entirely.  It is a blend of eight vegetable juices--tomato, beets, carrots, celery, lettuce, watercress, spinach and parsely.  Hence the name, V8.

As human beings, we are often told the things that we need to help prosper in life--but yet we frequently ignore warnings, advice, better judgment.  Why?

Déjà Vu

For reasons I will explain in the future, I haven't been having a lot of sex. Lately, things have been building up. And when that happens, I, like all men, need a release. I went trolling on the Internet looking for sex, when I came across a dark, svelt brotha with a nice dick. He was in the area so I decided to pay him a visit. The only problem is that he wouldn't give me the address to his apartment and insisted that I called him when I got to a designated street corner. He would then come and meet me. I usually avoid this scenario like the plague. For a variety of reasons, including safety, and the fact that these men are usually not serious and are playing games...

Jonah Day (pt 2)

I was having a Jonah Day.  I was meeting rejection left and right.  It seemed no matter how persistent I was, no matter how hard I looked, I just couldn't find someone to have a decent sexual encounter.

I was 0 for 3.