And, that’s all I have to say. Some things are just waaaaay to beautiful for words. Permalink: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IstHPCGXOsk
From the monthly archives:
June 2008
I’ve been in a semi-sh!tty mood. I’m workshopping heavy stuff in my writing group; sometimes, it spills over to my daily life by effecting my mood. Friends noticed last night at B Bar for Karlyn’s birthday. Late to the round table in the warm, cozy and congested outdoor terrace illuminated by tiny twinkling bulbs, I join a blond woman who recently returned from a 4-year stint living in France, a brunette who’s moving to Paris, Karlyn and another friend. The group swells to a gazillion people once dinner is finished. But, for now, for our meal, it’s a private party of five. I order a large plate of fries and a glass of full-bodied, German Pino Gris. “What’s wrong?” Karlyn asks from across the table. I suck at poker face. I wear happiness in a high-pitched voice that becomes chipper and upbeat; I’m prone to loud laughs and squeals. When I’m sad, I wear the emotion in the the corners of my drooping face. I lie to Karlyn. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“She’s being quiet,” she points across the table to a mutual friend. “But, she’s always quiet.” She returns her attention to me with an extended index finger. “You’re never quiet.” She’s right. In any case, I divert the focus. I join the girltalk between the two French-inspired women. Now, we’re talking about men. Frenchmen. I perk up. “I’m not charmed,” says one of the women. “They’re mamasboys.” We all giggle, laugh and then gossip about a really pompous (American) asshole three of our five have already met. Dinner’s over. The swarm of fellow Karlyn-lovers arrives, and my mood elevates. Those of us who know Karlyn but not each other introduce ourselves. Together, we laugh, smile, talk about our careers and drink imported beers, stiff cocktails and colorful wine from stemmed glasses. I feel better, and I take out my little grey Nikon to snap pictures.
Make love to the camera. I ask everyone to give me their “sexyface.” Below are six different ways that Karlyn’s friends and I display our “sexy.” Shy. Quirky. Pensive. Fun. Flirting. Goofy. You name it, someone’s got a way to make it sexy. Hmm … I’m curious to see YOUR sexyface. If any of you out there are Flickr-crazed or have online pics available somewhere, post a link to the image in the comments section below. Now, tell me: Which face below is your favorite sexyface? RULES: #1. No voting for me. I’m not fishing for compliments. #2 I promise to buy a beer for the friend who gets the most votes for “Best Sexyface”.
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I wake up, jump in & out of the shower. I brush my teeth and walk naked through my room as I pick out an outfit — a sleeveless, colorful red top and a black skirt that stops 3 inches above the place where my knees start. My eyes are still puffy from last night’s cry during my writing group, and I don’t have time to apply any makeup. I grab handfuls of sh!t from the bathroom and throw it the bottom of my purse. I’ll finish grooming during the commute. Leaving the house, I walk to the subway and get really p!ssed off because the train’s so packed I have to stand with a 6’2″, middle-aged dude with a potbelly squished against me. As the train jerks out of the station, I juggle the ink-marked printouts of my book project, the purse, an iPod and the free Metro I picked up. Twenty minutes later, I emerge from beneath the earth’s core and pitter-patter my 4-inch black heels on 5th Avenue’s pavement. I’m not tired, but I feel physically and emotionally exhausted. And, I have a sore throat. I wanna go back home, pull the covers over my head and sleep. But, I can’t so I continue walking. That’s when I see him as I pass his establishment, the doorman dude at the entrance to a swank Midtown hotel.
“Hey,” he says. “Are you single?”
I grin a sideways smile and continue past him without acknowledging his question. I’m almost at the corner and off his block when he shouts after me.
“You look beautiful today!”
Amazing. Sometimes, I’m in a good mood, sporting a pretty little outfit, wearing carefully-applied makeup and smiling at the world. I feel invisible. Other days, I have a sh!tty start to the day, sneak a dirty shirt out of the hamper because I feel like wearing it even though it hasn’t been laundered and walk the streets of NYC with my “don’t-even-fuck!ng-look-at-me-or-I’ll-fuck!ng-cut-you-asshole” face. I turn a head or two and draw compliments from random guys who see me.
Strange how that happens.
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Photo credit: Konrad Mostert, Germany.
Coupla things. First and foremost, a few of you told me your workplaces blocked my site over the past week or so. My advice? Get a new job at a less fascist company. Kidding, of course. Seriously, I know a lot of you like to get down with the funky brown during your 9 – 5. And, I wanna do whatever I can to help you do that. So, here’s the plan. I’m gonna clean up my language up a bit. More stuff like “f*ck” and “sh!t.” Also, I won’t talk about “th33somes” without spelling the word as it exactly as it appears. The spelltricks are stupid, yes, I know. But, it’s gets me past the autofilters.
Next, it’s shortly after 5am and I’m already awake working. I ask for your patience and forgiveness on the blog this week. It’s “crunch time” because I’m turning in a book project soon. First (self-imposed) deadline is June 30. This week, I’m tired, not getting enough sleep and slightly frustrated that it seems like time is a b!tch who ran away from me earlier this week. Things will slow down a ton after Sunday.
Wish me luck with the book! The only thing I can compare it to is my MA thesis. Before this book, it was the longest thing I’d ever written. I worked on that thesis for like a year, but the hard work paid off. In the end, I got my degree and I later used my research for a published book chapter about group relations. But enough about my grad school days. Back to the current project. The typical book is about 200 – 350 pages or 50,000 to 75,000 words. I’ve got 18,000+ words and counting. I’ll keep you posted on my progress in the days ahead.
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NOTE: Delicious Daniel Henney photos coming up on the next Manly Monday! In the meantime, check out his official site.
On my way to a cafe (to write) this morning, I pushed the little round, grey button on my iPod and hit skip a bunch of times to take note of the first seven songs from the random shuffle. They say “all songs are love songs.” I’m not sure if this is true, so I put the theory to the test given that Tiffany and Roddykat asked me about my musical tastes. Here it goes. The first few songs I listened to en route to the cafe:
- “I’m Going Back to Tahiti” by Marty Dread. I met this Hawaiian / reggae singer when I was in Kihea, Maui visiting a friend several years ago. Strolling along on the beach, I heard him play live. He was great. Everybody was really into it, and he invited us all back to this bar for a free concert. I went. My friend bought his CD for me and convinced him to sign it. I still have it. “I’m Going Back to Tahiti” is a song about finding his girlfriend in Tahiti. Love song? Yes.
- “This Love (Acoustic version)” by Maroon 5. Adam Levine is fine as hell and this tortured love song is one of my faves.
- “Beautiful Boy” by John Lennon. Not sure if I talked about this yet, but I’m a HUGE Beatles fan. I’ve got a ton of their stuff, and I own Abbey Road on vinyl. I think Beautiful Boy was written after John went solo; the lyrics are a love song to his son.
- “Is This Love” by Bob Marley and the Wailers is definitely a love song.
- “How Deep Is the Ocean” by Ray Charles. Ah, Ray. It’s always about lovin’ when it comes to Ray.
- “Kiss of Life” by Sade. Her voice is so hot and smooth it could melt the extra 2 pounds of winter fat from my inner thighs! Kiss of Life is, of course, a love song.
- “Gloomy Sunday” by Billie Holiday. And, alright, we struck out folks. Billie Holiday’s song is a about suicide, not love.
Six of seven of the song that boomed from my little music box were love songs. How about all of you? Tell me about the types of songs and podcasts you listen to. What’s your favorite kind of music?
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CREDIT: Photo by Steve Wood.
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The absolutely lovely Crafty Chica Kathy Cano-Murillo is down with the funky brown! Via a really nice email, she offered me glitter and told me my tweets make people feel like they’re “right there with you, like a bird on your shoulder.” How sweet. I love glitter!! Also, I’m toootally gonna use that quote as an excuse to skip updating my blog today and direct you to Twitter instead. :) More sex, dating and relationships stuff on www.funkybrownchick.com tomorrow.
In the meantime, as a Reader Appreciate Day of sorts, I warmly invite all of you to get to know Kathy. After doing a few guest appearances on HGTV and elsewhere, she scored a kickass web series with Lifetime. You can buy her books on Amazon. Take peeks here: Crafty Chica’s Art de la Soul: Glittery Ideas to Liven Up Your Life, Beautiful Ideas for Crafts, Home Decorations and Shrines from the Queen of Latina Style and Making Shadow Boxes and Shrines.
C’est tout. See you on Twitter! If you’re not familiar with it yet, drop your eyeballs down two inches to the video below. (If you’re reading me on Facebook and the embed doesn’t show, here’s the direct link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddO9idmax0o.)
Follow me: http://twitter.com/funkybrownchick.
I’m reading today’s Asian Pop piece, Opening the box, by SF Gate columnist Jeff Yang. Great article, but I found part of it somewhat disturbing. It’s not the writer, it’s this chick Susan D he quoted. “I think people overthink and overanalyze the nature of romance.” Okay, okay I agree. “I just think Asian men are beautiful.” Sure, no prob; I’m right there with you sister. BUT, then Susan adds a warning to the folks who aren’t actively seeking to date Asian men. Basically, she’s like too bad, so sad for you because “That just means more men for me!” More for you, Susan? What a greedy little thing. I’m sure what she MEANT to say was, “That just means more men for me AND Funky Brown Chick.” Good thing Susan lives 46 states away from New York City or else faces would be slapped for leaving me out like that. ;)
Other interesting stuff from the article? “[S]tatistics show that ‘Asian man/black woman’ is the least common of all interracial combinations, representing less than 0.01 percent of all marriages in the United States — a total of just 6,000 couples across the entire country.” Change starts at home; I’m ready to be part of the solution.
I didn’t make the clip. The music? Hot. Some of the guys selected for the video? Not so hot. So, I was kinda inspired to create my own (more diverse) homage to Asian American men.
1. Sexy lips Naveen Andrews is the British Indian actor from Lost, 2. Retired NFL wide receiver Johnnie Morton shares African-American and Japanese heritage, 3. Supermodel Tyson Beckford is Chinese and Jamaican, 4. Keanu Reeves is the product of an English mother and American (Hawaiian) father of Chinese, Irish and Portuguese descent, 5. The American / South Korean actor, model, drop of deliciousness called Daniel Henney is too beautiful for words in this commercial with Gwyneth Paltrow ( … and he sings?!?!), 6. Filipino American actor Dante Basco shares my birthyear. Oh, if only we could share more intimate things … and, finally … Lucky #7. Takeshi Kaneshiro is Chinese and Japanese. He’s also sexy and beautiful. By the way, I TOTALLY forgot to include Dustin Nguyen in the image collage above. :( Remember him from 21 Jumpstreet? Keep an eye out; he’s been doing more film stuff lately.
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Related FBC post:
“Everyone ♥’s an Asian Boy“
I like to have the upperhand in my relationships with men. But, be ye not fooled. This doesn’t mean I date submissives. As I’ve said before, there’s something incredibly sexy about a take-charge guy who handles his business by day but also lets me handcuff him to my bed & dominate the hell out of him by night. Bossing sexy, strong men around turns me on. That said, it’s also worth mentioning that I sometimes knock heads with the domme boys because, quite frankly, I like it when people let me have my way. So, maybe, in a small way, I secretly like (slightly) submissive guys. Testicle Tuesdays question of the day: Is the submissive male less manly than his dominant counterpart? My opinion? Definitely not. Meet Axe. By his own confession, he’s a submissive male. This is his blog, and I know him. Rather, I should say, I don’t know him but I’ve met him a couple times because we belong to the same secret society sex writer cabal.
“I first noticed I was attracted to strong women when I was very young,” he writes. “I saw an episode of Wonder Woman where she tied up a bad guy. I remember wishing I was the bad guy. I was 6 or 7 years old.” I like reading Axe’s blog because it lets me probe a sub male’s brain a bit. I particularly like blogposts How It All Started for Me, You Must Be Dominant to Be Submissive and I’m Submissive, Not a Doormat. In the latter post he confesses, “I sometimes find myself needing to defend my masculinity.” Like, for example, when he told a male coworker he’d like a woman to spank him.
“What?” [the coworker] shouted as though he was in disbelief that I was actually a guy.
“Sure I would, if she got off on that, why not? (I was downplaying how much I actually wanted it from a woman) I love it when a woman takes control.”
The coworker then picked on Axe. The upshot? Axe basically told the guy, I’ve gone down on women you could only dream of giving you the time of day. Hmmmm … I notice a reoccurring theme; Axe, a submissive, gets chicks dominant boys can’t. He once told a group of married men, “I slept with an amazingly aggressive woman last night, we both came until we passed out. Maybe next month when you can convince your wives to have sex with you, you’ll hope she does the same.” Damn, boy! See, that’s kinda hot, no? Submissive males rage with just as much testosterone as their dominant brethren. Others agree. Earlier this year, The New York Times published Stephanie Rosenbloom‘s article “The Beta Male’s Charms” about that upcoming show We Need Girlfriends. Read the piece. It’s cute. Seriously, READ IT! Besides, what else are you doing? You’re at work but, obviously, you’re a slacker. Hell, you’re sitting in your little black chair reading a blog right now! ;) So, again, here’s the link to the article.
Okay, so, now you know how I prefer things. What about the rest of you? Men. Women. Feel free to use the comment section to tell me whether you’re submissive or dominant and which type of partner you prefer and why.
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Related FBC posts:
Cougars and Cubs: Older Women, Younger Men
Urban Cougars and Their Young Boytoys
How to Seduce a GILF
Related book:
She’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission
