I took a week off from ‘Almost Carrie’ to enjoy the holidays, but don’t think for a second that I stopped contemplating Sex and the City‘s profound effects on society. In fact, Christmas vacation proved a catalyst for a complicated meditation on one of Sex and the City’s most enduring controversies—the ubiquitous presence of SATC stuff…. Read more »
Women learn a lot about themselves in their 20s and 30s. They learn that using the phrase “You don’t love me like I love you,” while faux-crying is not really cute. They learn that when they get gas, it’s more likely linked to the broccoli they ate at lunch than a spontaneous pregnancy. They learn… Read more »
I decided to start writing Big City Siren after a homeless man peed on me…
Poet, novelist, and gay activist, Perry Brass has published 15 books including the erotic classics Mirage, Angel Lust, and The Substance of God. Born in Savanah, Georgia, Perry has called New York his home since 1966. In 1969, Perry joined the Gay Liberation Front and became an editor of Come Out!, the world’s first gay liberation newspaper. Each month,… Read more »
Last night, walking through Rockefeller Center a memory struck me like a brick. In 1970 the best bang for the buck in New York City was Radio City Music Hall. My sixteenth year was a very good one. After my last class at LaSalle Academy around 2pm, I’d take the # 6 subway at Bleecker… Read more »
Hello to all, and I hope everyone is well. I know its been some time since my last entry. So much in my life has changed—some glitter and gold moments and some rough patches, but that is the beauty of life! As the holidays approach, I often begin to reflect on the many things in… Read more »
My Uncle Jack and Aunt Anna were having marital problems in the early 1940s. Their fighting hit a new high in their East Harlem neighborhood when Aunt Anna found half her house money missing from the flour tin. She chased Uncle Jack with a ladle full of dog crap up First Avenue to the entrance of the 138th Street Bridge. Jack ran into… Read more »
One of the best things about living in a city like New York is leaving it. —Carrie Bradshaw (Season 1, Episode 3— “Bay of Married Pigs”) My husband and I are leaving New York for the holidays, renting a car and driving to Elkton, VA to spend Christmas with my brother-in-law and his family on… Read more »
There comes a time in the life of every serious Sex and the City tour guide when she’s forced to contemplate her field’s most insurmountable theoretical quandary: What is your favorite episode? My answer is as complicated as anyone’s, but when I’m in a pressure situation I’ve always relied on one response: “Hot Child in… Read more »
My first coffin was metal. It measured six feet long, three feet wide, and three feet deep. It rested on a wood base that lifted its height up by one foot. It sat in near darkness at the rear of the parlor. Everyone paid their respects. Upon close examination, you saw it bled sweat and… Read more »
