Love and Sex
Puking in my wedding dress
I was nuts about Marc, but after cognac shots at our reception and weeks of fighting with his mom, I was just nuts
Topics: Coupling, Editor's Picks, Life stories, Love and Sex, Real Families, Weddings
I don’t remember much about our wedding night in Holland, except that my knees were pressed against the cold tiles of the hotel bathroom while my face was in the toilet. Somehow, I was no longer wearing my wedding dress. My husband, Marc, must have stripped me out of it to protect the delicate fabric from my own vomit. I felt very dizzy and very naked.
“It hurts. It’s so painful,” I cried.
“Just try to get all of it out,” my husband said, holding up my hair. “Stick your finger on your tongue.”
“All of it” was the two bottles of Cognac XO we drank with our wedding guests that night. It is a Chinese tradition that the newlyweds must go around the room and toast each and every guest, knocking back very old and very expensive shots of hard liquor.
For the first few tables, Marc and I secretly poured ourselves some Chinese tea. We downed glass after glass of Oolong with ease, until a cousin grabbed the goblets from our hands and held them under his nose, sniffing them dramatically.
“It’s TEA!” he roared. I watched in horror as he poured out our imitation cognac into an empty rice bowl. Then, he filled our glasses with the real stuff: a heinous bronze fluid. Five, six or maybe seven shots later — I lost count — and the room was spinning.
Continue Reading CloseSuzanne Ma is currently writing a narrative non-fiction book about Chinese immigrants in Europe, a project funded with the help of a Pulitzer Traveling Fellowship. Her stories have been published by The Wall Street Journal, Bloomberg Businessweek and the Associated Press, among others. She lives and writes in Vancouver, Canada. More Suzanne Ma.
Life after Herman Cain
When I spoke out about our 13-year affair, my world crumbled. Meanwhile his eccentric political career carries on
Topics: Herman Cain, Life stories, Love and Sex
If I had one wish, how would I use it? Would I wish I had never taken him up on his offers to fly me around the world? Would I wish I had never had a relationship with a married man? Would I simply wish I had never met Herman Cain? Seven months after the whole spectacle went down, Herman Cain has continued his career as a political eccentric — writing books, landing speaking engagements and hosting his own Web TV network. Meanwhile, I have been called a whore, a liar and a home wrecker. No one will employ me. In the seven months since I stood in front of reporters, cameras and the American public and told them about our affair, this is the question I have most often asked myself: What do I regret the most?
It all began one evening in 1996, when I was working the information booth at a black tie function in my hometown of Louisville, Ky. I first noticed Herman as he walked through the lobby toward the escalator. He stared at me, and I couldn’t help but stare back: His look was so intense. I turned away, but when I looked back a few seconds later, he had not moved his eyes. He was riding the escalator with his body still turned toward me. He was dripping with confidence and arrogance. He had this incredible grin on his face, as if he already knew how the evening was going to turn out.
Continue Reading CloseGinger White was born in Louisville, KY, and has since traveled the world. She has two children and currently resides in Washington, DC. More Ginger White.
Frank Ocean’s brave revelation
Hip-hop star Frank Ocean reveals a same-sex love, and challenges an often-homophobic culture to rethink its biases
Topics: Anderson Cooper, Hip-hop, Love and Sex, Odd Future
It’s being dubbed as this week’s second big coming out. But beyond the headlines that “Frank Ocean reveals he’s gay,” there’s a marked difference between the Odd Future singer and songwriter’s candid, heartfelt revelation about falling in love with another man and Anderson Cooper’s long-awaited disclosure that “I’m gay, always have been, always will be, and I couldn’t be any more happy, comfortable with myself, and proud.”
Ocean’s frank discussion of his romantic history was no doubt fueled by speculation over the content of his upcoming solo debut “Channel Orange,” which Def Jam is releasing later this month. Though he croons unambiguously on it that “You’re running on my mind, boy,” and has in the past sung that “I believe that marriage isn’t between a man and woman but between love and love,” there’s a big difference between the blurry world of song lyrics and open conversation about one’s private life. After all, this is a man who gained fame in a collective known for its brattily violent, misogynistic and “faggot”-heavy tone. What you shout from the stage isn’t necessarily who you are at home.
Continue Reading CloseMary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.
Did Anderson Cooper have a moral responsibility to come out?
In a real-time debate, Alex Pareene and Tracy Clark-Flory discuss the ethics of celebrity and sexuality
Topics: Anderson Cooper, CNN, Love and Sex, Real-time Salon
Anderson Cooper: “I’m gay”
Finally! The CNN anchor tells Andrew Sullivan that by remaining silent, he looked like he was hiding something
Topics: Anderson Cooper, CNN, Love and Sex
Anderson Cooper, who has long been rumored to be gay — or whatever the word is for something that is past rumor, but not quite confirmed as fact — just came out this morning in a lovely, eloquent email to Andrew Sullivan.
Sullivan, who has been friends with Cooper for two decades, has asked Cooper’s opinion on a recent Entertainment Weekly cover story about “The New Art of Coming Out,” a trend piece on the growing number of casually, calmly, openly gay people in the entertainment business who came out of the closet with minimal fuss. (Think of Jim Parsons, who just came out in a throwaway sentence in a New York Times profile, or Zachary Quinto who did it in an interview, as well as Neil Patrick Harris, Jesse Tyler Ferguson, Jane Lynch and more.)
Continue Reading CloseWilla Paskin is Salon's staff TV writer. More Willa Paskin.
Remodeling will tear us apart
Months into our home renovation, my husband and I were barely speaking, and the contractor looked awfully cute
Topics: Coupling, Editor's Picks, Life stories, Love and Sex
A while ago, I was in the depths of the exhaustion that happens when one’s house is 17 weeks into a remodel, and one has perhaps stupidly decided to stay in that house. In the very back two rooms. Neither my husband nor I was able to bathe, or make ourselves a cup of tea, or figure out where anything was, starting with our winter coats and ending with postage stamps. Worse still, decision fatigue had ground our marital nerve endings into bloody stumps: Brushed stainless or shiny? Round drawer pulls or rectangular? A 10- or 11-inch counter overhang? We stopped bringing each other our morning toast, started snapping orders as we flew out the door to return tile samples or buy paint before starting our real jobs.
As I watched my husband walk away from the house one morning without having even said good morning, I said glumly to our contractor Charlie, “The only thing that will perk me up today is if you come out back at exactly 11:30 and bring me and my writing students chai tea.”
We laughed. It was a joke, after all. This is a guy with strong opinions on grout and hinges, who disappears his underperforming subcontractors overnight with Gadhafi-like efficiency and derives his daytime nutrition from Marlboro cigarettes. Asking Charlie to bring Indian tea to the building out back where I teach creative writing carried the same odds as asking Newt Gingrich to bring us cupcakes.
Continue Reading CloseLisa Jones lives and teaches creative writing in Boulder, Colorado. She is the author of "BROKEN: A Love Story," about her friendship with quadriplegic Northern Arapaho horse trainer and traditional healer Stanford Addison. More Lisa Jones.
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