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Sex, Interracial Couples and Videotape

January 30th, 2009 | 38 folks got down with the Funky Brown | Posted in Uncategorized

If our current president’s parents hadn’t (ahem) “come together”, Barack Obama wouldn’t exist. The other day, I promised you “black people, white people, Frenchmen, Asians and sex.” Hear, ye! Hear, ye! I present you with film’s hottest interracial couples. Please note: As far as I know, I’ve linked stuff legally uploaded to YouTube — though, if any of the videos don’t appear below, chances are they’ve been yanked. If you’re interested in learning more about the flicks below (i.e. mini summaries, film reviews, related movies, etc. etc.), check out my latest piece for Huffington Post – Top 10: Movies with Steamy Interracial Couples.

UPDATE: This page to FOREVER to load when I included embedded all trailers. So, I’ve replaced some videos with links.

1. Alfie


2. Something New

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVP6vAhnt_g

3. 007

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0VyXWDrv_Y

4. Fools Rush In

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2xe_xxuiUY

5. Mission: Impossible 2

6. Russian Dolls (Les Poupées russes)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nu8F2EL1l-I

7. Jackie Brown

8. Guess Who

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMrE8e_LakA

9. Fakin’ Da Funk

10. The Wedding Banquet. (喜宴)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-4u3C7CJbI

SEE ALSO: Huffington Post – Top 10: Movies with Steamy Interracial Couples.

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The Honkys Are Coming

Oh. My. Dear. Sweet. Buddha. With. A. Big. Round. Belly. Just when I thought my two eyeballs had seen it all, here come The Honkys. “What,” you might ask, “are The Honkys?” The mini word geniuses at Princeton tell us a “honky” is: (n) whitey, honky, honkey, honkie (slang) offensive names for a White man. Ask John McFarlane, and he might give you a different answer. “Renegade artist, photographer and filmmaker John McFarlane is releasing webisodes for the first time of his soon-to-be-produced comedy The Honkys.” Yep. Tonight he’s having a press screening of The Honkys — featuring characters like “Honky Mama,” “Honky Bitch” and others — at Bar13. Join him at 35 East, 13th St (near Union Square) at 8pm for the special screenings and drinks. Discussions of race + use of the word “honky” + booze = instant win? :)

I was invited and looked to sharing my thoughts because I just can’t get have enough talk of multicultural sexing. But, alas, I can’t attend. :( Feeling under the weather and haven’t left the house today. If I feel better later, I’m going to my writing group instead of the show. Priorities, man. Priorities. They say this premiere is for special friends and family, but I figure it’s okay to share with all you guys given that the details about the screening are freely posted on their site. Plus, I double-checked with the chick who sent me the invite and she said it was cool to blog the deets. By the way, speaking of race and stuff, I’ll wax about … surprise, surprise …. interracial dating tomorrow. Stay tuned. There will be black people, white people, Frenchmen, Asians and sex. Shit, I think I’ve already said too much. ;) Oh well. Anyway. Come back tomorrow and I promise to have sexy stuff for your eyeballs.

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Getting Published Is A Lot Like Sex

January 27th, 2009 | 8 folks got down with the Funky Brown | Posted in Writing

The first time I saw my name in print it was like a first kiss. It was new, different, exciting and it totally boosted my confidence. After a while, I wanted more. Better clips in more prestigious publications. More pay. And, after I’d written a bunch of blog posts, articles, and contributed chapters to others’ books, I wanted my own book. I’d graduated from kissing. I was ready for groping, sex, new positions, etc.

Behold! Let this NOT boost the arguments of the earth’s right-wing repressed nut jobs who’ll say, “Seeeeeeee, that’s why you should wait to have sex until you’re married. If you screw a bunch of people, you’ll grow bored and your wedding night will be rendered meaningless.” Such logic is pointless and, ironically, could be used to support polygamy. Seeeee, if you have sex with only one wife (or husband) all the time, you’ll get bored and it won’t mean as much!!! As a former “I’m saving myself for marriage” girl, I can tell you that shit doesn’t work. But, whatever. I digress. Writing. I was talking about my writing.

If you’d like to read my most recently published contribution, pick up a copy of Six-Word Memoirs on Love and Heartbreak: by Writers Famous and Obscure. It’s a SMITH Magazine brainchild and, so far, the other New York Times best-selling “Six Word” book has already been featured on Oprah. It’s a simple idea: sum up an aspect of your life using six words or less. That’s actually a lot harder than it sounds. For this edition, the editors asked us to write about “love” or “heartbreak.” Hence, Six-Word Memoirs on Love and Heartbreak. Me? I wrote about what was probably my worst heartbreak ever. Wondering which six words I used to describe it? Ooooh, you’ll have to buy the book!!  :)

By the way, at least once a week, a new reader shoots me an email to say: “I’d like to read something else you’ve written, where can I find it?” If you’ve gotten down with the funky brown before here at www.funkybrownchick.com, you already write about relationships. Often dating — but not exclusively. Stuff I’ve written about race & immigrant relations was published in the book Migration and Immigration: A Global View (A World View of Social Issues). I’ve been doing this stuff so long I honestly can’t remember my FIRST publication. I *DO* remember the first time I had sex. I’ll write about that some other time. My first publication was probably either an article in my high school yearbook or newspaper (I wrote for both), or a letter I wrote to my local newspaper’s editor. If you’re interested in reading things I’ve written besides this blog, check me out on Huffington Post and elsewhere. If you’d like to see a cute little book trailer for Six-Word Memoirs on Love and Heartbreak watch the tiny clip below.

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What Men Want

Tiffany B. Brown forwarded me “What Do Women Want?” — a New York Times article from the weekend that quickly picked up the #1 slot on their popularity sidebar. Everyone’s reading it. Basically, Meredith Chivers is a 30-something sexologist who studies female lust, arousal and desire. I’d talk about that, but today’s Manly Monday on www.funkybrownchick.com where the “M” in Monday stands for: Mmm, mmm, men! So, from what I gather from the Times article, Chivers recently discovered straight dudes get aroused by ogling “heterosexual or lesbian sex and while watching the masturbating and exercising women.” However, looking at two dudes go at it creates ZERO reaction in the straight dudes’ nads. For gay men, the response was just the opposite: up (literally) with guy-on-guy action, down with heterosexuals bumping uglies and girls getting it on. And, in case you were wondering, neither straight nor gay guys dig bonobos sex.

Okay, so, I went to a book reading and party celebrating the book babes‘ latest: Between the Covers: The Book Babes’ Guide to a Woman’s Reading Pleasures. Interestingly, a fellow (heterosexual) writer dude and I got into a conversation about how I pick up men.

That StatueWRITER FRIEND DUDE: When you’re talking to a guy and you feel like you just aren’t connecting, do you later ever ask yourself what you could’ve done differently to seal the deal?

MOI: [clearly baffled] Me? Like what could I do differently?

WRITER FRIEND DUDE: Yeah . I mean, no. I don’t mean like YOU personally. I’m just saying, you know, women … But, let’s play this out a bit … Do you ever wonder?”

MOI: Wonder what?

WRITER FRIEND DUDE: Why you don’t seal the deal.

MOI: [silently cursing: Um, I didn't think I had a problem sealing the deal. Fucking blog!!! Dudes who don't even know me that well now read it and think they know what my love "problems" are.]

MOI: Nope. That thought has never entered my mind.

WRITER FRIEND DUDE: Perhaps it should.

Whatever. Anyway. So, the rest of the conversation was about how writer friend dude is reading The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists. (Gotta hand it to Strauss; he’s got staying power — though the book is already a couple years old, writer friend dude is the second or third guy friend to recently espouse the joys of The Game to me.) I’ve not read the book in its entirety yet, so I’m not gonna bash it. That said, I will say this: I don’t think I’d want to be picked up by a “pickup artist.” And, take heed: thou who doth playeth the game shalt be played. I really believe in that “you get from the world what you put into it” stuff. Don’t play games and, hopefully, you won’t attract as many people who seek to do the same. Easier said than done, no? Because, really, doesn’t EVERYONE play a game to a certain degree?

Call it “being on your best behavior.” I know I certainly hide my deck of crazy cards until AT LEAST the third or fourth date. Here’s what’s behind that: I’m far from perfect and I’m afraid that, if I show a guy my messy bits too early, he’ll be turned off. Early in the dating stuff, I’m more likely to curl my hair pretty, wear make up, slip on high heels, keep my apartment clean, be super agreeable / let minor annoyances slide, etc. With time, I ease up a little bit and show him the “me” that my friends and family see (and love!) every day. That way, it’s a lot easier to stomach it if doesn’t work out. He’s not rejecting me; shit, the dude barely even knows me. Self preservation, really.

But, getting back to the heart of this post. What do men want? Hokey-pokey scientific bonobos stuff aside, if men are anything like women — at their core and regardless if they’re gay straight or otherwise — I think many men are looking for the same thing I’m looking for: someone who will be attracted to and, with time, love me for who I am … flaws along with everything else. That’s my $0.02. Ladies and gentlemen, please feel free to use the comments section to share yours.

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The Museum of Sex

I figured I’d plug the Museum of Sex since I posted their poster in my previous blog post ( … and most of us disagreed with it). If you’d like to visit MoSex, go to 233 Fifth Avenue @ 27th Street. They’re usually open 11 – 6:30, Sun. through Fri., and 11 – 8 on Sat. with extended hours from 11 – 9 on Valentine’s Day and the day prior. I haven’t seen either of current exhibitions — The Sex Lives of Animals and ACTION: Sex and the Moving Image — but I saw Sex Lives of Robots and Kink. If you don’t live in NYC, you can view their online exhibitions: Mapping Sex in America and U.S. Patent Office Sex Inventions. The video below gives you a tour of the museum and comes courtesy Time Out New York. (Pssst! They talk about real sex dolls during the tour. If you wanna know more about them, you can watch a tiny mini-documentary by clicking here.)

Watch TONY’s video tour of MoSex here: http://www.timeout.com/newyork/articles/own-this-city/69689/sex-video-museum-of-sex

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Bad Sex with Others or Good Sex Alone?

I’m back and I need to get laid. I haven’t had a penis tightly rubbing inside me since those hot summer nights with the tall Euro dude. Yep, my warm chocolate center hasn’t had a non-plastic stuffing for at least five months. I’m horny. I miss having sex with another person. In the privacy of his place or mine, I miss pausing to balance a man’s erection against the tip of my tongue — making him wait a few seconds before I swallow him whole. I miss using my left hand (or my lips) to roll a condom on a guy’s stiff shaft while my right hand teases his balls. I miss kisses on bare skin, panting rhythmically while the full weight of a strong body creates friction by grinding up and down on top on mine until I cry out begging for more. I miss being so close to a male nude body that I can smell his skin, taste it even. I miss inching over on the mattress to avoid the wet spot when it’s all over.

I guess this is a simplified version of how my “Twanna Wants to Have an Orgasm” flow chart works … I’d rather have good sex with a boyfriend. Lacking a boyfriend, I crave that mind-blowing, trusting, delicious and breathless sex that only comes from committed, one-night-hookups with male friends. (Fuck buddies.) If I don’t have a fuck buddy, I’ll pull out my vibrator. Got it? “Boyfriend” trumps “fuck buddy” trumps “vibrator.” Not too long ago, it used to be: “boyfriend” trumps “random dude I’m dating” trumps “fuck buddy” trumps “vibrator.” I’ve stopped fucking random dates. I’ve been dating a long time and I’ve gone on so many dates that I’ve noticed the sex usually isn’t as good as I expect it to be. I’ve had the “fuck for fuck’s sake” days. It’s too easy, sometimes unexciting and usually unsatisfying. So, if the choice is between masturbating or having awkward sex with a stranger I’ve only known for a date or two, I’ll leave the dude with a kiss and pull out my vibrator when I get home. Because, that way, at least I’m guaranteed an orgasm.

“If you ever get sick of married life,” I joked with a guy friend, “remember this: not having sex with another person on a regular basis SUCKS. I’ve been so horny in recent weeks it’s ridiculous.” His response? “You still think that marriage somehow guarantees regular sex?  Let me pop that bubble … it’s been 10 MONTHS or more (if not a year) for me.  I forget what it feels like to enter a nice wet pussy … This is not an offer, by the way.” So, yeah, married and single people alike, consider this Museum of Sex poster below:

Ages ago I agreed with that. But, now, I disagree. How about you?

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Obama + Cupcakes

January 19th, 2009 | 5 folks got down with the Funky Brown | Posted in Travel

I’m still in our nation’s capital for the ‘naug. So far it’s been great catching up with friends in the city and hanging out downtown. The picture below is a sticker I picked up at Georgetown Cupcake. (Love that place; their valrhona choc cupcake w/ mocha frosting topped with a choc-covered espresso bean is amazing.) Speaking of pics, I’ll post snapshots on my Obama Fever Flickr throughout this trip and, of course, I’m on Twitter the whole time I’m here too.

Georgetown Cupcake Obama Sticker

Last but not least … Thanks to an AWESOME friend of a friend, I actually scored tickets to Tuesday’s swearing in ceremony. So, it’s like 10:45pm as I type this. I’m heading to bed soon because I’ve gotta be downtown at the crack of dawn. Still can’t believe I’m actually here & I’m going. Best. Birthday. Ever.

More soon.

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Apologies for the Randomness

I feel scattered, so this post will come off a little disjointed. Several things on my mind. I want to write about them all, but I don’t have any fully fleshed out thoughts about any of them.

Emails from Readers: I put my contact information on my site because I actually like to hear from you guys. You send me feedback and encouraging messages. Some of you suggest writing topics. And, some of you ask for dating advice. As I’ve said before, I’ve been reluctant to call myself a “dating expert” or a “dating advice columnist” or whatever the hell the widely accepted term is for those who publish stuff on relationships like I do. Everyone has the right to learn from their mistakes, get hurt, pick themselves back up and try again. I’ve learned (and will keep learning) from my mistakes; at the same time, that doesn’t give me the right to prevent others from making theirs. That said, a few recent readers email have been touching / sad / moving enough that I actually want to address the topics publicly (without identifying anyone, of course). More on that next week.

New York City Plane Crash. I hate flying, so I get drunk before boarding planes. It calms my nerves frayed from long lines at security, overpriced food at the gate, the lack of legroom, brain-rattling screams from babies in the cabinet, etc. etc. Don’t get me wrong; I love traveling. I just don’t like flying. So, by now you’ve all seen this picture (taken by Janis Krums) and heard the news about Captain Sully (Chesley B. “Sully” Sullenberger, III) after he landed his plane in the Hudson after a bunch of geese brought down US Airways Flight 1549. (Psst! Watch this video to see how/why birds bring down flights.) Crazy, huh? And, because I’m a goofball who actually thinks about these things, I wondered: What does an airline’s website say when a flight crashes? In case you’re curious too, I took this screenshot. My next flight isn’t until March, but this story definitely assuages my fear of flying: some crashes end up okay w/ no casualties.

Finishing My Book. I’ve written a posts about my book and several of you have asked how that whole thing works. I’ll write a full post about the process at a later date. Basically, I started “fully” writing it last year. I’m finishing it this year. The way it’s currently architected, there are 11 chapters. I’ve written most of them. A couple of people (editors, publishers, whatnot) have already expressed interest. More details soon.

Turning Older: My birthday is next week. I’m too old for a quarterlife crisis, too young for a midlife crises. Still, I’m kind of freaking out about the b-day. It’s not so much the “aging” stuff that’s got me freaked out. I don’t care about that. It’s more about the “life track” stuff. Am I making the right decisions in my career? Should I be saving more money? etc. etc. I talked about this in my last e-update. If you’re on my private mailing list you already know that. If you don’t receive the update and you’d like to, join the list. (Option #4.)

Barack Obama: Speaking of 1/20 … This year, I’m getting a new president for my birthday. What are you getting for yours? ;) On Sunday, friends and I are traveling from New York to DC. I’ll stay there till Wednesday. I’ve got a bunch of college friends, high school friends, people I know from my time in Amsterdam and others in the city. I can’t wait to see everyone. And, of course, I’m excited about the inaugural festivities!!! Details soon. :)

Dating Life: Oh shit. Um, yeah, whatever. Let’s not even go there.

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