Newest articles on The Sacramento Press tagged as "sex"

Dirt Nasty at Ace of Spades

2011-11-28T05:15:20Z

If you don't know Dirt Nasty (aka ex-MTV VJ Simon Rex), take a look at some of his song titles and you'll know what you're getting into: "Suck My D***," "Baby D***" and "F*** Me I'm Famous."

It was all about the lowest common denominator at Ace of Spades on Saturday, as Nasty rapped for a crowd that was about half full. In addition to genitalia and sex, he also covered themes like cocaine use ("1980") and bestiality ("Animal Lover").

But that’s his shtick, so you were either there for the juvenile party raps or maybe to catch a glimpse of the actor who was in “Scary Movie 4” and an episode of “MTV Cribs.”

"He's hot! I don't even know his music. I came for him!" said Melissa Renee, 19.

Nasty had a lot of interaction with the crowd; making reference to the different drinking sections at Ace of Spades, talking about how drunk he was ("If I throw up on stage don't judge me!") and praising the quality of the females in Sacramento: "There's something in the water. Sacramento's got the hottest women ever. Why y'all have to have the hottest women in the Bay?”

Leaving the stage after a short 30-minute set with his DJ, Killer Cam, Nasty came back for a quick two-song encore, bringing a bunch of guys and girls on stage to dance and finish with the appropriately titled song "My D***."

Opening for Dirt Nasty were DJ Fedi, Status Goes, Richard the Rockstar and Rock & Rhyme.

Photos by Steven Chea

Ace of Spades gets "Jane Fonda" lesson

2011-06-20T04:33:02Z

Hollywood sleaze-rapper Mickey Avalon performed for a huge crowd of die-hard fans at Ace of Spades Friday night, whipping the young crowd into a lustful frenzy with his provocative sing-along raps.

Folsom rap duo Ill Effect kicked the show off with some tight rhymes and beats, sounding the best as they flowed over B.o.B's well-known hit "Airplanes," featuring Hayley Williams of Paramore.

After a 30-minute delay that had everyone wondering what exactly was going on, rapper Ty$ (Ty Dolla Sign) took the stage. Unfortunately there was nothing spectacular in his short set that made up for the long wait. Highlights included some call-and-response about which side of the crowd was louder and boasting about how one of his songs was "everywhere" (it's not).

Next up was L.A. hip-hop/pop group The Divine, who put forward the effort but didn't quite hit the mark for the Sac crowd, getting booed and inciting chants of "Mickey! Mickey!" in between songs.

"His voice was too high,” Folsom resident Andrea Wilson said of vocalist Shane Gelinas. “It sounded like Backstreet Boys behind a beat.”

With a seedy backstory straight off an “E! True Hollywood Story” episode – former male prostitute, ex-junkie and teen pot dealer – Avalon has a lot of interesting experiences to draw from for his rhymes.

He ran through several of his super catchy party raps: "So Rich, So Pretty," "Jane Fonda,” "Mr. Right" and "My Dick," accompanied on stage by his scantily clad dancer, Jillian, who turned out to be extremely flexible.

In addition to his filthy sex appeal, Avalon's strong points are his unique flow, hooky beats and sing-along lyrics: "One, two, three, four/ Get your booty on the dance floor/ Work it out, shake it, little mama/ Let me see you do the Jane Fonda."

Drugs, booze, sex – it's all there. Shirtless and sometimes chugging a bottle of wine, Avalon oozed sexuality as he slinked his way across the stage, using his salacious glances and pelvic gyrations to start a bra collection on stage.

"I like his raw style,” said Frank Cornwall, who traveled to the show from Grass Valley with some family and friends. “He's one of those guys who sings what he wants to sing and doesn't care who he pisses off. He's like a combination of Eminem and Snoop Dogg: smooth and rude."

And for all his bawdy raps, Avalon is actually a soft-spoken, friendly guy and loves his fans. After the show, he stayed until every last person could get a picture taken with him or get their breasts signed.

It's no wonder why they love him back.

Photos by Steven Chea

Home Sweet. . . . Sacramento?

2010-02-24T18:48:19Z

"You moved where?"

"Sacramento"

"Why?"

Sacramento is not thought of very highly by a lot of Bay Area-ites. I'm not entirely sure why. I suppose many cannot separate the town from the stink wafting up from the State Assembly and Capital. Politics as a whole is repugnant to your average person, and California's is especially loathsome. It's an unfortunate metonymy, "Sacramento" for the sludge that leaks out of the State Assembly, but it is to be expected. When one considers "Washington DC", its a rare soul who thinks of the Smithsonian first and the politics second. I grew up in Menlo Park, decidedly Bay Area-centric. In the circles I came of age in, Sacramento wasn't thought of negatively so much as it wasn't thought of at all. To many, it was simply a road marker, signaling the halfway point to the slopes or the lake house. That may sound snobbish and condescending, but so is Menlo Park.

Up until a week ago I was living in Menlo Park. I had moved back in with my folks in November. The plan was to help them finish an addition that my stepdad has been building since the mid 1990's so that they could sell and enjoy their retirement in the peace and tranquility of the midwest. My stepfather, Pieter, was born in Holland and grew up in South Africa. He moved to the States when he was 15, lied about his age in order to join the Marine Corps just after his 17th birthday. He is a veteran of two tours in Viet Nam. He was involved in Operation Phoenix and the Tet Offensive. He lived in Hell's Kitchen in the '70's. When we met him, in '86, he was an inpatient at the Menlo Park Veterans Hospital. . . the setting for Kesey's "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest". Books could be written about the crazy crap that he has done and seen in his life, but that isn't the point right now. The point is, he is a hard man. . . a good man. . . .but a hard man. I love him, he loves me, but we have had more than our share of problems in the last 20 odd years. And a week ago one such problem reached a boiling point. The living situation became untenable. I had to leave. Sacramento was my port in a storm. I left the next day.

Sacramento , despite living just 2 hours away for most of my life, is a place that I had visited exactly twice. The first time was for a Phish show at Cal Expo in '95. (http://http.phantasytour.com/phish/shows.cgi?showID=1006) I enjoyed the hell out of this visit, but Sacramento had very little to do with it. The second visit was this past november, when I spent a day and a night visiting an ex-girlfriend in LandPark. (The ex, Jess, is the reason I moved here this week, we are giving it another shot). I had a nice time, we had a lovely dinner at her aunt and uncles who spoke very highly of their adopted home. Second Saturday was brought up more than once. The next morning, Jess and I went to breakfast at Tower, then wandered around Old Town for a bit. I ate a chocolate covered cricket at one of the candy stores. Then I left.

Thats it. Until one week ago today, when I packed up my crap and moved here. . . . Sacramento. . . . . Midtown. . . my new home. I've decided to document and share my upheaval and subsequent discoveries, with all of you lovely people. It's a unique situation I find myself in, had you told me 2 weeks ago that I would be here today I would have scoffed at the notion, and yet here I am, with an open mind and open heart. Alright Sac. . . . show me what you've got.

Texting Affairs Can Kill a Relationship

2009-03-06T01:46:10Z

Lately we have all been hearing about the dangers of cell phone texting while driving. People have been killed or seriously injured because of drivers’ distraction from the road. In fact a new law in California prohibits texting while driving because of such accidents. I for one have been guilty of this now criminal offense in the past, and must be very careful not to even think about doing it while I am behind the wheel.

Recently, I have become aware of a new danger inherent to texting. That danger occurs when a person finds out that his or her significant other, husband, wife, partner, or fiancé, has been texting someone else secretly.

Singer Chris Brown apparently had received a text from a woman he had a sexual relationship with when his girlfriend, singer Rihanna, who was also in the car with him, saw the text and hurtful words and violence began flying in the car. Texting while you drive can be very dangerous, but even more dangerous when your partner reads a text from another lover. Love letters are a thing of the past now that text messaging can be sent immediately to another person, even to someone in a relationship with someone else.

A friend of mine, whom I will call Larry for this article, shared with me the heartache he recently endured when he discovered that his steady girlfriend of two years was having some sort of texting relationship with another man in Arizona. Larry shared with me how this whole thing came to light and the trust issues it has raised in his mind and heart. I told him that I would write an article for the readers at Sacramento Press and then have those who read the story share their thoughts and maybe their "text affair" stories as well.

His relationship with this woman started just about two years ago when he signed up on Match.com. It wasn’t long after he joined that the woman in question “winked” at him through the Match website. Winking at someone on Match.com is a very casual way to start the ball rolling. When you get a wink you can either reply back and say, “Thank you but I am not interested,” or wink back, or even email.

So they began their relationship through this online dating service, which in my opinion is a great way to learn about someone before making any plans to spend any significant time together on a real date, which can sometimes become the longest minutes of your life.

Everything was going pretty good for Larry and his Match.com connection. About ten months after they first met, his girlfriend was talking about changing cell phone providers because of cost, and Larry mentioned to her that he could add a line to his service and that would be the most economical way for her to do so.

So they added a line for her on his service. Every month the bill came, Larry paid it and his girlfriend would pay her share. It was all good. Larry never looked at the bill because he knew approximately how much it would be even before it came in the mail.

Then on February 13th, the day before Valentine’s Day, Larry and his gal were together; it was about 9:30 p.m. or so and a text came over on her phone. Larry jokingly asked, “Who is texting you this time of night?” His gal looked at the cell phone and said, almost defensively, “It is probably one of my girlfriends replying to my Happy Valentine’s text to them.” No big deal, Larry believed her, and why not? Isn’t that what women do with each other? Anyways, he didn’t have any reason not to believe her.

About a week later, the newest phone bill arrived in the mail. It was a little higher than Larry expected it to be so he very carefully went over it. As he went down the bill in the section that covered his girlfriend’s calls and text messaging, he noticed a number appeared that was from the Phoenix area. Again, not a big deal -- until that same number appeared as a text that came in on February 13th at 9:30pm. Not just once, but a series of texting back and forth, to and from that Phoenix number.

So Larry did a little Internet homework to find out if the number was from someone he knew, as he was aware of most of his girlfriend’s friends and business partners because he and his girlfriend talked all the time, and there was little unknown between the two of them.
His search came up with a business in Phoenix, Arizona. Larry determined that whoever owned the business was also the owner of the cell phone that was texting his girlfriend. Not only that, but after looking at the bill, his girlfriend never texted any of her friends on February 13th, and none of her friends texted her either. Something was not coming up straight.

Larry began to get a sinking feeling in his stomach. He was beginning to wonder who is this person that texted his girlfriend, and why was she so secretive about it that night?

So Larry began pulling up old cell phone bills online, and sure enough, this person in Phoenix was in constant contact with his girlfriend and she was in contact with this person as well. The whole time she had been on Larry’s phone bills there were calls and text messages made to and from Phoenix.

Larry decided he was going to ask his girlfriend about this number. He told her the truth how he saw that the phone bill was higher than normal and he saw that there were many calls and text to and from this mystery number and that this mystery number was the person who had texted her on February 13th at 9:30pm. She blew it off that this was a business acquaintance of hers, no big deal.
When Larry mentioned that the phone bill did not show any text to and from her friends that night, she stated that she said she had emailed them or something like that.

Larry then asked her who it was in Phoenix that was texting and what was this person’s name? She said she wasn’t going to tell him the person’s name and asked him to drop the subject. It was just a "business deal that had gone bad" she said, and she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Larry didn’t want to create a jealous argument over something that might have been nothing, so he let it go. In the back of his mind he began replaying the incident of the first text on February 13th, and the excuse his girlfriend made up and the fact that she didn’t want to talk about it.

Then it occurred to him that his girlfriend made a business trip to Phoenix about a year and a half ago and that he never saw any business come from that trip.

Larry also mentioned to me that about that same time he had received a text from his girlfriend that seemed random, it said “yum yum”. That is all it said. He hadn’t even sent her a text prior to it. Even at that time he wondered who was this text meant for, because it was just too random. He called his girlfriend and asked her what that text meant, and she just said “just yum yum.” That was odd, Larry thought.

Today, he is in a quandary. He loves this woman. He has invested a lot of time, energy and money into this relationship and does not want to jeopardize it for the sake of his own runaway imagination or false accusations.

I don’t blame him. But on the same note, he feels that there were too many calls and text messages to just ignore. He doesn’t want to continue to invest in this relationship only to find out down the road that his girl has been having some sort of fling all along.
What does Larry do? I am usually pretty good at giving relationship advice and I have my ideas about this situation, but my thoughts are coming from a man’s point of view. I am hoping that women who read this will respond from a woman’s point of view and give Larry some insights.
Please help Larry sort this out and make a wise decision.