Lesbian hairstylist Tabatha Coffey made a smooth transition from being a contestant on Shear Genius to hosting her own reality TV show on Bravo, Tabatha's Salon Takeover. The show was a hit, and the network has announced its renewal for 2009, along with three other shows, including The Rachel Zoe Project.

Noticeably absent, still, is any word on the return of Work Out. Rumors have swirled since the end of season 3, and we can only imagine what's going on behind-the-scenes, but I have to say that I hope Jackie Warner and her abs will grace my screen again in the near future.

Bravo, I plead my case: Jackie is a profitable business owner, sometimes controversial and always scandalous. She even makes suburban straight women rethink their sexuality. How can this not be gay good enough for TV? … continue reading

The holidays are just around the corner, and we all know what that means. Halloween brings those little chocolate bars and candy corn, Thanksgiving means heaps of stuffing and mashed potatoes, and December heralds a nonstop parade of candied yams, cookies and fruitcake. (And by "fruitcake," I mean Clay Aiken's Christmas album.)

If you're one of the many people likely to put on a few pounds this winter, Jackie Warner, personal trainer, gym owner and star of Bravo TV's Work Out, wants you. Her website is now accepting applications for next year's boot camp, SkyLab. The price tag? Six thousand dollars.

Even if you don't lose any weight, your wallet will be much, much lighter.

SkyLab, Jackie's patented, all-inclusive boot camp, runs from Jan. 10-17, 2009. If you're serious about getting in shape, be forewarned: There's a good chance you'll be surrounded by straight housewives from Ohio who are only there because they're crushing hard on Jackie.

And why wouldn't they? Fitness celesbian Jackie Warner is telegenic, tight and totally ready to make out with you outside the nearest bathroom.

Sorry, Rebecca, I couldn't resist. Will you ever live that down? Apparently not. … continue reading

The other day I bumped into a friend of mine from high school whom I had not seen since she wrote the letters “K.I.T.” in my yearbook. After our awkward hug hello, the immediate question to follow was, “So what have you been up to?”

In the course of 10 minutes standing on a busy street corner, we summed up our lives, CliffsNotes style. She immediately tells me she is married with kids, and she is working at some law firm with three last names that I couldn’t possibly ever recall. The conversation then turns to me, and I have the always-awesome task of coming out — again. I tell my former classmate where I am working and that I am now living with my girlfriend of three years. I then wait for an awkward and befuddled face, and on cue, it arrives. After the momentary shock settles in, she becomes more intrigued than anything, and thus more conversation ensues:

“How’d you meet her?”

“I thought you might be gay in high school!"

“Did you like anyone in our grade?”

And then the dialogue I wasn’t expecting:

Former classmate: What kind of lesbian is your girlfriend?
Lesbian: Um, I’m sorry. What?
Former Classmate: You know, is she like an Ellen-type person, or more like a Portia de Rossi? Or is she like k.d. Lang or like that woman on Bravo with the gym?
Lesbian: Jackie Warner.
Former Classmate: Yes! Jackie Warner. See, you know!

While I could understand the curiosity surrounding her questions, I found it remarkable that she asked them. I mean, she told me she was married, and I didn’t launch into a litany of male celebrities: “So what’s your husband like? Is he a sloppy-sweatshirt-wearing kind of guy like Adam Sandler? Is he a baldy like Bruce Willis? Or does he have a full head like that McDreamy fellow?”

I guess as much as I was shocked by her candor, I couldn’t be offended by what she asked me because I admittedly have asked those sorts of questions of my own friends. How many times have you had to describe your ideal woman to someone using words like femme, butch, boi, androgynous, chapstick, lipstick or sporty?

Perhaps now, in place of those terms, it is easier just to use celebrity equivalents. So instead of saying something like, “I am attracted to femmes who are a little sporty,” you could say, “I’m looking for a Bette Porter with a splash of Dana." There you have a perfect visual and you know who you are getting. (And good for you, I might add.)

I know some of you may be getting mad at me and want to remind me that we are all individuals and very unique and shouldn’t succumb to any pigeonholes or stereotypes — and I totally agree with you. I understand that no one wants to be put in a box (they are cramped and often uncomfortable), but boxes can aid in describing the general style a person has, which is helpful in the art of attraction. You aren’t defined by this box; you are just painting a broad-spectrum image of yourself.

Given that some people (like my former classmate) wouldn’t know who Dana or Bette are, but would know who Ellen is, I was curious if any of you could describe yourself to someone using an out lesbian celebrity.

Let’s put it to the test. Which of these celesbians best describe you and your style? … continue reading