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Happy New Year, I’m Starting Over!

Out with the Old, In With the NewAlmost seven years ago, I moved to Chicago. Having U-Hauled my stuff from Florida, I’d just been dumped without reason by a man I thought loved me more than anyone had previously. He told me there wasn’t another woman and I hadn’t done anything wrong. As Woody Allen has said, “the heart wants what it wants.” His didn’t want me. Since I couldn’t blame him for his desires (or lack thereof), I blamed me. What did I do to make myself so incredibly unlovable ?, I wondered. I was hurt, depressed, unemployed and crashing at an old college friends’ place — a gainfully employed corporate banker who offered me her guest room then later, unexpectedly, asked me to pad her wallet with back-rent when I moved out.

Struggling with a heart broken by my ex, a job search failed and pain from a friend’s perceived betrayal, I wondered: What Should I Do with My Life? I schlepped to Borders Bookstore on Chicago’s Michigan Avenue and bought hottie Po Bronson’s book by the same title: What Should I Do with My Life?: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question. I’m not going to tell the tale of my three-year stint in the Second City and subsequent move to Manhattan — or the story of how I got over the boy — because that’s not the point of this blog post. Out with the old, in with the new. Happy New Year, it’s my fourth in New York. Around this time last year, I walked away from my full-time publishing gig in the financial district to dedicate myself to my own writing. As a result, I can honestly say 2008 was my first “good” year in NYC — on all fronts. (Psst! My last 2008 piece / first 2009 piece, I’m a Writer, Not A Child Pornographer, is now published at Huffington Post.)

I don’t remember the exact passage, but Po mentions very few people discover their “purpose” in life after hearing a commanding voice from the sky. I’ve fallen on my ass, made poor decisions, run up a lot of debt, second-guessed myself throughout various periods of my life. I’ve also succeeded. I try to make the best decisions I can with the information I have at a given time. And, I move forward on faith. My purpose, my goals for 2009 are to: (1) finish my book and (2) unclutter my life. I’ve already written 5.5 of my book’s 13 chapters, and I want to wrap the remaining 7.5 up by December 2009. Regarding clutter, I want to lose: weight I said I’d lose by the end of 2008 but didn’t, the mess in my apartment and any unnecessary drama and/or loose ends with exes. I’ve got a good feeling about 2009. I hope you do, too. For fun, listen to oldie-but-goody NPR podcast interview with Po Bronson. Read Marci Alboher’s archive of her New York Times Shifting Careers blog or her book One Person/Multiple Careers: A New Model for Work/Life Success. Sincerest wishes that this year brings you peace, prosperity and any insights needed to make changes and accomplishments in your life — if that’s what your heart desires.

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Credit paid: Ribbon cutting image is by Jason Morrison.

First Annual Man-Pageant

Tonight, I will judge the First Annual Man-Pageant hosted by Jen Dziura from www.jenisfamous.com — an awesome New York-based comedian and writer best known for orchestrating the Williamsburg Spelling Bee. (Psst! I once interviewed Jen for Gen Art. Read the article.) Because I’m so ridiculously excited to visually size up delicious hunks of man flesh, I’m live blogging the whole damn thing. Twitter streams from my fellow judges Nichelle Stephens, Audacia Ray and Judy McGuire are included within. To play it, click the green arrow shaped like a circle.

Thank God It’s Friday

Hey guys. Just a quick vomit update about what’s been going on … My friend Anita is in town visiting from Chicago and Mags is in town visiting from Washington, D.C. The big calendar party tonight. Plus, tomorrow, I’m doing my first ever standup comedy performance. Shhh! I didn’t tell anywhere when or where it is because I’m totally scared I’m gonna fucking choke. I’m not a comedian. I’m doing it because I love this particular show, and I think it will be a fun thing to do! If it goes well, I’ll write about it on this blog. If I dork it and make an ass of myself, I’ll probably still write about it anyway. :)

What else? I was a guess on FAN-TA-BU-LOUS s Amy Spencer and Anna David’s Sirius Satellite Radio show “Sex Files.” Here’s a picture of (l-r) co-host Anna David, me and fellow guest Amelia Mcdonell-Parry:

Twanna on Sirius Satelite Radio

More pictures are on my Flickr. The show aired live on Sirius Channel 108 on Wednesday @ 2:00 pm EST / 11:00 am PST. It’s gonna rebroadcast at 11:00 pm EST / 8:00 pm PST throughout this weekend. And, because I love each and every one of you ( … yes, you my sweet little readers … ), I asked for a copy of the audio. I’ll post it on the blog as soon as it arrives.

Damn, I am soooo looking forward to a relaxing weekend. In addition to writing, working and other stuff, I’ve got a bunch of general life maintenance / administration stuff to do. TGIF. If you live in New York, I hope to see you at the party tonight. If not, have a good weekend!!

In Pictures: Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I. Heart. New York. The LGBT community center is a polling place and you can take free “NYC condoms” with you after you vote.

Yeah, I’ll admit it. I almost didn’t vote. The lines for District 104 stretched along 13th street, down 8th Avenue and down 12th Street. Frustrated, I left the line and called Bro saying, “I can’t believe I’m not gonna vote today, but the lines are so ridiculously long. Plus, New York is going to Obama anyway.” Bro cursed, yelled and demanded I get back in line. I Baracked it hard.

Early in the evening watching the votes come in at a bar, a diehard McCain supporter seated to my right smiled smugly as she took off her coat and flaunted her bright red partisan clothing. (I gave her the Evil Death Stare.) A couple hours later all the Barack Obama supporters rushed out of the bar and flooded Times Square. The girl in the red dress put on her coat and, presumably, went home.


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Additional pics — including proof of my newfound love of thigh high stockings — are on my Flickr.

Time Out New York: The Sex Issue

I’m in the current issue of one of the city’s top magazines: Time Out New York. They asked me and some other people how we thought New York’s dating scene compared to other cities. To see what I said, buy a copy of the magazine. It hits newsstands today. Out-of-towners can read what I said via this link here. The week’s theme is “The Sex Issue.”

One tiny little problem
“From jiggly bellies to one-inch weens, we asked everyday New Yorkers how they learned to overcome their greatest sexual insecurities.”

A routine checkup
“How do you keep sex interesting, armed only with skin and boners? Two BDSM enthusiasts—Morpheus and Kelly Walch—offer amateur advice.”

Nail file
“We ogled some figures, crunched some numbers and found out how the deed truly goes down in NYC.”

What’s the frequency?
“For some people once is too often, for others too much is not enough. Whatever your preference, you’re not alone. Readers tell us when they’re having sex and why. Or why not.”

How to Make a sex tape
“With the advent of YouPorn and other amateur skin-flick outlets, the fundamentals of sex on camera are more important than ever. Digital Playground’s contract superstar, the lovely Stoya, agreed to share some insight into this not-so-gentle art. To see how the pros do it, go to digitalplayground.com—just not at work.”

Threesomes
“You asked for it.”

I love New York. As I mentioned on Twitter earlier today, sadly, I have to leave my city for nearly a week. I’m going to DC for several days to see my friend Mags and to attend a concert. Although I’ve never lived there (only visited), I don’t like DC. It always reminds me of The Hague — very stately, orderly and (presumably) not a good match for me. I prefer New York.

Coming Soon: New York I Love You

IMDB, Wikipedia

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Credit paid: Got the heads up about this one via New York magazine.

Cheap NYC Food: A Different Kind of “Chick”

August 10th, 2008 | 7 folks got down with the Funky Brown | Posted in NYC raves

OMFG!!!!! I thought one of my favorite restaurants for quick, cheap, yummy, healthy food in New York City closed. Chickpea is no longer at their St. Marks locations but … drum roll, please … they’ve opened up a newer, bigger, better spot. Last week, everything on the menu was 50% off. On Wednesday night with Rachel, I ordered a homemade pita stuffed with delicious Shawafel (a shawarma and falafel mix), hummus and a bigass bottled water. Total? $4.82. If you live in NYC, definitely check this place out. If you don’t live in New York, tell us where you live and where we can get great, healthy (cheap!) food in YOUR city. Who has the best BBQ in Dallas? Where can I get delicious dessert in Denver? What’s the best place to eat in Florida? Don’t hold back, now. Share your secret gems!! Here’s mine:

Chickpea
www.getchickpea.com

How To Kiss A Boy and/or a Girl

2 Boys + 2 Girls = 8 Juicy Lips. Picture this: New York City. A couple months ago. I meet my friend Irene in this tiny, dingy place near Times Square with stained glass paneling decor that serves up pub food like crunchy french fries & red ketchup on cold white plates. When I arrive, I see sexy Irene perched on a brown wooden stool. She’s flanked by two Dutchmen I’ll simply call Alex and Jorrit because they gave me permission to use their real first names.

Alex is typically Dutch — very tall with thick blonde hair and thin lips. He’s “appropriate” in his introduction, shaking my hand firmly & dotting the gesture with a warm smile and extended blink. Though he’s covering his body with denim jeans and a white polo shirt, I assume the 30-something gentleman wears a suit on weekdays and works in finance. “I am Alex,” he greets me in accented English. “Ik spreek wel Nederlands, hoor,” I respond politely telling him it’s okay to speak his mother tongue. “Wij kunnen in het Nederlands praten.” His face brightens. Everyone loves to be spoken to in their own language.

Alex’s wingman/sidekick/friend is called Jorrit (pronunced kinda like tag, you’re it.) The tagman seems an inch or two taller than his friend, more expressive with his hands and extremely flirty. But, I don’t think Jorrit is trying to pick anyone up. He just seems like the deliciously horny type who enjoys the best of life’s pleasures — fashion, women, fine wines, tasty beers, and well-prepared international cuisines. Hmmm … Trouble. I kinda have a “thing” for the Dutch. Irene and I both lived in Holland (that country where you’ll find Amsterdam). If my memory serves me well, we teased the Dutch boys like this in Midtown that day:

Irene: “Dutch boys can’t kiss for shit!”
Twanna: “Maybe, that’s true … But Dutch boys typically have really nice lips!” [ Exhibit A , BC and OMFG!!! ]
Irene: [laughs] “Imagine that! You’ve got the tools, but you don’t know how to use them?”

Fast forward to the present. I hope you’re all sitting down for this, because what I’m about to say is really really very important. I think EVERYONE who reads Funky Brown Chick should know how to kiss. It’s a skill. It’s not that difficult to master, but once you’ve got your advanced lip and tongue muscle maneuvers down, you’ll notice a HUGE difference in your sex & dating life. Soooooooo, without further ado, I present you with detailed instructions courtesy of wikiHow’s “How to French Kiss” as well as VideoJug’s action-packed kissing video. Enjoy!

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NOTE: No kisses were exchanged during my time with Jorrit, Alex and Irene. Irene and I are friends, and Alex & Jorrit were visiting tourists that I didn’t see again. We all swapped emails, and Alex recently sent me a message casually mentioning the boys noticed I never wrote about them. Well, voila! Genieten van de “kissing video” en groeten vanuit New York!! :)