The greatest challenge associated with aging is not morbidity and mortality; it's novelty. More precisely it's the hunger for novelty, a hunger that grows increasingly difficult to satisfy. And when I was asked to review a new Logo film, Coffee Date, which premiered just this past Sunday, I found it very difficult to enjoy and report on the film with an open mind. How many times have I endured this particular story line? Coffee Date poses the prickly question: Can a heterosexual WASPy All-American hunk find love and companionship with a homosexual Latino stud sporting the perfect six-pack? It's the latest and trendy incarnation of the classic buddy movie merged with a social-consciousness raising unlikely romantic couple faced with top-of-mind social and political challenges.

Can rich Roman Catholic Bridget find love with poor Jewish Bernie? Can anal compulsive Felix survive life with Oscar the uber-slob? Can liberal Katherine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy accept their snow white daughter's marriage to intensely African-American Sidney Poitier? Can straight All-American computer programmer Todd and steamy gay Latin lover hair stylist Kelly find love, friendship and sexual compatibility?

I was incredibly honored when Queersighted editor, Kenneth Hill, sent me a story he was sure only I could handle. The fact that my editor would trust me with an important story after such a short time on staff was truly humbling. I opened the article with great anticipation. Let's see, it's called ... MTV's boundary-breaking sleaze? Wow, that sound's dreadful, but I'm still humbled, and appreciative. Let me read more before I judge.

According to LA Times.com, it's "a serialized bisexual dating show starring Tila Tequila, mistress of MySpace."

I stop reading momentarily to search for an old Xanax prescription. I'm back.

"Tequila will welcome 16 straight men and 16 lesbian women into a mansion, where they'll all live for a scandalous season while vying for her affection. MTV's first serialized dating program represents a big commitment from a network devoted to the short-attention-span crowd, meaning we can expect as much squabbling, back-stabbing and pansexual make-out sessions as 10 episodes can hold."

Oh, I understand now. Richard Rothstein has passed on this and Kenny hates me. Or, Richard passed and I'm the only other writer old enough to remember MTV's humble beginnings. That's why I got this story. I'll never forget the day MTV aired the first ever music video. It was just a guy with a Victrola and some sock puppets.

Recently, my girlfriend and I were browsing the walls of Blockbuster, searching for something that was worth the $4 rental that didn't involve a bunch of men on motorcycles or girls getting knocked up. With each new DVD release these days, I have to wonder why in god's name anyone would go see half of these movies. But I digress...

I was checking out the indie films because those seem to promise more depth and true movie-making magic than the standard "blockbuster" sellouts. I happened to stumble upon a movie called "Floored by Love" about a lesbian couple, paralled by a teenage boy coming out of the closet. At only 50 minutes long, I was skeptical about its quality, but I figured at least it had queer content and that was good enough for me. We grabbed our rental and jetted home to snuggle up and watch.

Floored by Love, which is directed by Desiree Lim, hails itself as a "double-comedy" and "family-friendly." This "double comedy" takes place in British Columbia, Canada and is about an Asian-American lesbian couple and an African-American teenage boy, all of whom are dealing with coming out, in very different ways.
Story One features Janet and Cara. Together for

This made me smile...


What I've been able to piece together with my razor-sharp detective skills is that these two ladies are 19 years old and live in either Connecticut or Minnesota. Or Africa. Wherever Winsted is:-) I've also pieced together that I adore them.

Here's a clip Cecelia (the chick with the shorter hair) created for Ines for the couple's 8th month anniversary earlier this month...

I LOVE lesbians in LOVE! :-)

You can see more and send your well wishes to them on their youtube profile.

Let's face it, ever since the days of Sapphos, lesbians have entered relationships at warp speed. The excerpt below is a passage from a poem written by Sapphos herself while living on the Isle of Lesbos at the time of Ancient Greece:

"but come--if ever before
having heard my voice from far away
you listened, and leaving your father's
golden home you came

in your chariot yoked with swift, lovely
sparrows bringing you over the dark earth
thick-feathered wings swirling down
from the sky through mid-air

arriving quickly--you, Blessed One,
with a smile on your unaging face
asking again what have I suffered
and why am I calling again..."

There's the age old running joke Q:"What does a lesbian bring on the second date?" A: "A U-Haul" and for some reason, all lesbians are guilty of going through this at least once in their dating lives. So what's up with lesbians and their tendency to progress in a relationship at lighting speed? Well, I've come up with a few of my own theories that I would like to explore here.

The Gymnast, a new film by Ned Farr, is a touching and provocative drama about sexuality, beauty and confusion in middle age. The movie is brave and realistic with just a touch of humor, and a resounding storyline that is sure to appeal to women of all ages and sexualities on some level or another. Not only is the film beautifully choreographed but it represents two lesbian film subjects that are seriously lacking in film today: middle aged women and Asian American women. The movie speaks out with a rhythmic beauty and emotional intensity that can only be found between two dynamic and credibly developed female characters.

The movie starts with a focus on its central character, Jane (played by producer Dreya Weber, who starred as dark-haired jock Luce in the 1996 indie lesbian film Everything Relative), a 40-something ex-Olympic gymnast who's living a monotonous life as a massage therapist after a gymnastics injury ruined any chances of winning a medal years before. Her days are spent popping anti-depressants and secretly trying half-heartedly to get pregnant by

Watch the whole thing...


Story of my life...

You can see more on her youtube profile.

Oh and which outfit did you like the best? I liked the second one she changed into the most. That reminds me! I've always wanted to be the kind of girl who could pull off wearing ties. I just don't have a style. Anyone wanna volunteer to be my stylist?

As I was taking my subway ride home last Thursday night from seeing friends, I did what I always do on the fourth day of the work week: Read The New York Times' 'Thursday Styles' and 'House & Home' Sections. Yeah, I know: Gay.

And there, smack-dab on the front cover of the 'Styles' Section was this article about Mitchell Gold and Bob Williams (photo below), the masterminds behind the wonderful and popular furniture company, Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams. (Full-disclosure: My couch was made by them. And Mitchell and Bob, if you're reading this: I couldn't be happier with my truly sumptuous sofa. Anyhow.)


The article was about how the men share a spacious (and, might I add, impeccably decorated) apartment in Manhattan. And -- here's the kicker -- while they were once a couple, they no longer are. But, they still work together and, get this:

They're still friends!

So that got me thinking: What enables us (or keeps us from) remaining friends with an ex? ...

My friends and girlfriend are probably going to kill me for sharing this story, but they can't say I didn't warn them. I almost always tell my friends the disclaimer, "I'm a gay blogger for AOL, be forewarned, I could blog about you." Most of them just laugh and say something along the lines of, "Oh honey, my life isn't that interesting..." until they're reading about themselves the next day on the internet. Let's just say my blog, When Lesbians Go Crazy was inspired by true events.

My girlfriend and I recently went to the home of another lesbian couple we are friends with. It started off as any other normal double date: beer, pizza and an enjoyable showing of 'Mean Girls'. About an hour into the movie, the beers turned into frozen margaritas and the pizza was gone. After the movie ended, the only logical thing to do was

Looking for love in all the wrong places? You're not the only one. Finding the love of your life is about as easy as finding the best Cher impersonator at Drag night; there are so many choices but how do you know who's really the best?

Our friends over at Queerty.com sat down with the Dr. of Love herself, Dr. Helen Fisher. Not only is she known for being the leading expert on relationships, she uses her extensive background in evolutionary anthropology to merge physiological and emotional aspects of love. Having received my Bachelor's of Science in Zoology and Animal Behavior, this article really tickled my fancy so I was more than happy to report back on this intriguing article with such a knowledgeable figure.

Perhaps her most famous study, set forth in her 1992 book, Anatomy of Love, broke relationships down into three self-explanatory "stages": lust, attraction and attachment. Each stage develops at its own rate, typically playing out over many months, starting off in a compassionate stage and ending with a deep emotional attachment that leads into a companionate love.

Lesbians: can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. It's inevitable that when you have two women dating, living together and sharing their pets, you're bound to encounter drama. I have a close friend whose three-year relationship has just gone down the drain. It's always sad to see a relationship come to an end; we've all been down that road before and know how heartbreakingly painful it can be. The one thing I notice with lesbian break-ups is that they are never short and sweet. When lesbians say, "it's over", it's usually done over a 3 - 6 month period dotted with emotional "I love you's" and fanatical "I hate you's". Why is it that gay women have such a hard time ending their relationships? I'm no relationship expert but my guess is that women are too nice to say "I don't love you anymore" but too cruel to have the decency to just walk away.

One thing I've noticed during the demolition of a lesbian relationship (that is not mutually terminated) is that at least one of the women tends to "go a little crazy." Let me elaborate. The mature thing to do would be to accept the fact that you're girlfriend/lover/wife does not share the same feelings as she used to. She wants out and is probably not looking to work on things anymore. She sits you down and "has the talk". As sad and unfortunate as it is, there are a few things that you should NOT do during this period:

I remember when 'Sex and the City' was airing original episodes on HBO Sunday nights at 9 PM, I'd often talk to my guy friends afterwards and we'd compare ourselves to one of the four women, swearing up and down that our lives, personalities and (man-ified) wardrobes mirrored theirs. (And for the record, ahem, I was always Carrie.)

And with the talk of the 'SatC' movie finally ready to go in front of the cameras, my guess is that hoards of gay men will be making their "my life is so much like fill-in-the-blank" proclamations once again.

So that got me thinking ...

While 'Sex' is/was a show that spoke to both women and gay dudes (The men! The sex! The clothes!), I thought, "Wait, that's not the only one! There's 'Designing Women' and 'The Golden Girls,' too!" (And please don't make me go on a Blair-Jo-Natalie-Tootie tirade!)

The truth is, all THREE of these shows made a huge and lasting impression since they premiered in the 1980's and 1990's -- and they have something in common: They all have four women exploring each others' options and problems with a tight-knit group of gal pals, often in a communal area (a kitchen table, a home office, a coffee shop), all the while shooting out smart, funny zingers, mostly about and around S-E-X.

Because, let's face it: Blanche, Carrie (photo above), Charlene, Charlotte, Dorothy, Julia, Mary Jo, Miranda, Rose, Samantha, Sophia and Suzanne are all REALLY gay men in drag with fabulous clothes ('Sex'), big shoulder pads and high hair ('Women') or a wrinkle here and there ('Girls') ... aren't they?

And so, I ask you: Which female friend from 'The Golden Girls,' 'Designing Women' or 'Sex and the City' are YOU?

And yes boys, this question is directed at YOU! C'mon, I KNOW you've played this game over brunch.

And what's that? You don't know? You're not sure? Well, since we still stop in our remote-control tracks when we catch any one of these shows on the tele, I'll give you a show-by-show play-by-play (with some YouTube videos, to boot) to help you out.

Let's get started ... after the jump!

For the first time ever, a (as-yet named) major cable network is currently casting for an all lesbian, Bachelor-style reality TV show called 'Venus Envy' with the tag-line: "Are you rad enough to win the heart of a supermodel?" In this new reality series, a fresh-out-of-the-closet Maxim model will be paired up with one lucky lady for U-Haul heaven. A pre-determined number of women will be chosen to live in a Hollywood mansion for 6 weeks with the Maxim model and try to win her heart in a show that's sure to promise drama, drama and, you guessed it, more drama!



I actually heard about this show from a friend of mine, newly single, who went to the LA open casting call. Coincidentally enough, I met another girl through a friend who also went to the LA open casting call. They described the audition as "interesting," "scary," and "what the hell did I just sign up for?"

You're probably wondering who the model in question is. Her identity has yet to be released, but I'm hoping she looks like the already-out smokin' hot model

I would never trivialize rape, unless I've specifically asked for it and the execution was poorly done. But as I read a bit of news from South Africa, my gaydar went off the charts.

A 24-year-old South African man has told the police that he was given date rape drugs last Sunday night and woke up the next day "in bed with two gay men" and with his car tires slashed.

He and his father were at a barbecue at the home of two acquaintances who invited him to a club. Once there, they were joined by a third man, whom he did not know. One of the "victim's" acquaintances was kind enough to do bar runs while the 24-year-old was hanging with his new buddy. "He went to the bar quite often, bringing the drinks to me," the man said.

The last thing he remembered was "dancing at about 11pm on Sunday". The next thing I remember was being naked in bed with both of them lying naked on either side of me at about 4am on Monday. There was a porn movie playing and we were in the master bedroom of their home"--the same home where the man and his father had attended the barbecue.

He told the police that he then decided to make a quick getaway, but found all four of his tires were slashed. In spite of this and suffering "extreme abdominal pains" he drove away and called his brother, who took him to hospital for various tests, including for HIV and Aids. "We then went to the police to lay a charge of sexual and indecent assault."

Apparently the police are taking the rape charges very seriously. And, I assume that with the police involved the "rape victim's" father and brother are falling for this story.

Sugar.

Oh, Honey, Honey.
You are my candy...

I promise, I don't work for Willy Wonka, and I'm not dating him
either, but my boss' wife, she calls me - Sugar.

And my boyfriend, he calls me - Lollipop.

That may be why I like -

this song so much.

Or maybe, it's just really catchy.

Tell me though, when your boyfriend [or girlfriend] isn't calling you
the name your mama gave you, what does [s]he call you?