Booty Fat
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 01/05/2010 - 16:05

After the holidays, people usually put on a few pounds. All that turkey, pernil and coquito has to go somewhere! This is great for me since I'm of the opinion that my booty needs a little more padding. More padding usually means I receive much more attention from my flavor of choice—Latinos!

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By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 12/31/2009 - 12:00

Tomorrow ushers in a new year and my romantic life has already started off with a bang. And by bang I mean an explosion of weirdness. To start off with, a bald, 50-something year old man totally hit on me while I was visiting my aunt in the ICU. As doctors were running numerous tests on my tia, he turned to me and said, "You look good! Real good!" What a sin verguenza!

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First Gay Marriage in Latin America Takes Place in Argentina
By Mariela Rosario | 12/29/2009 - 11:11

For the first time, a gay couple has married in Latin America. After pursuing a legal battle earlier this year, a court in Buenos Aires, ruled in favor of Alex Freyre and Jose Maria di Bello, deeming a ban on same-sex marriage illegal and ordering proper authorities to grant the couple a marriage license. But on the night before what was supposed to be their Dec. 1st wedding day, another court filed an injunction, halting the marriage process for the couple.

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Dolores dice...Blushing Bride
By Dolores | 12/28/2009 - 15:48

Dear Dolores:

I’m 23 years old and I’m getting married in two months, but I’m really scared because I’m a virgin. I have no experience whatsoever. Maybe it was wrong to hold on to my virginity this long, but I’m old- fashioned (that’s why I never had sexual relations with my novio). What should I do to get rid of my fears?

—Novia Temblorosa Online

Dear Novia:

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Dolores dice...Come Out and Play
By Dolores | 12/25/2009 - 11:00

Dear Dolores:

I’ve been married for just about eight months, and my husband wants to go out sometimes to hang out with his friends. My question is, should I let him go once in a while? He’s Caucasian and thinks its okay for husbands and wives to do things on their own. As a Latina, I was taught differently. According to my father, I should not let my husband go out because he might leave me for another mujer.

—Que Digo in CA

Dear Que Digo:

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One Day My Prince Will Come
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 12/25/2009 - 09:00

The holiday season can make me feel a little blah. I love spending time with my family, drinking coquito, eating pernil, and dancing to a good merengue ripao—but when its time for gift-giving my single status hits me like a ton of Santa’s coal. Watching my sister, brother and mother trade gifts with their significant others doesn’t give me the warmest feeling. I’m happy for them but in that moment I just want to pout and scream, “When is it my turn?!”

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By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 12/22/2009 - 13:49

Since returning to the dating game, I've noticed that men just don't put in as much effort as they used to. The art of courtship has boiled down to texting, emailing and hooking up. Good night phone calls and sweet talk at dawn are long gone.

The Performer was one of the few men who'd actually picked up the phone to call. The fact that he'd dialed my number felt like a Godsend, but then he never called again to ask me out on an official date. And Funny Guy? I hadn't received any sort of communication from him in days.

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Dolores dice...40 Going on 13
By Dolores | 12/21/2009 - 15:24

Dear Dolores:

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Dolores dice...How Now, Brownnose?
By Dolores | 12/18/2009 - 11:31

Dear Dolores:

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Cloud Nine
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 12/17/2009 - 12:32

Since planting a kiss on The Performer, I was on cloud nine. Not because I was fantasizing about my future wedding and mini-Sujeirys. On the contrary, I hadn't had a single dreamy thought. But because I was loving the new me! Then came a test. My phone rang. I didn't recognize the number but picked up anyway.

"Its Shaquan. What up gurl?!" He responded in a high-pitched voice. I laughed and shook my head, immediately aware that it was The Performer.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked.

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