1. The release date. The second season launches on Netflix on Friday, January 17, 2020.
2. The storylines. Per a Netflix rep, “In season two, as a late bloomer Otis must master his newly discovered sexual urges in order to progress with his girlfriend Ola whilst also dealing with his now strained relationship with Maeve. Meanwhile, Moordale Secondary is in the throes of a chlamydia outbreak, highlighting the need for better sex education at the school and new kids come to town who will challenge the status quo.”
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3. The entire cast will return. You heard that right. Otis, Maeve, Eric, and the whole gang. But in the final episode of the first season we saw bad boy Adam get shipped off to boarding school (right after hooking up with Eric…). Now that we know the whole cast is returning, does that mean he’ll be back in the halls of Moordale Secondary School? Only time will tell.
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4. There will be new relationships. Creator Laurie Nunn told Thrillist, “I love the idea of getting different characters together—if not together in a relationship, just together in the space. Like, I never thought those two characters would have a conversation, and there will be loads of opportunity for that.” But what does that mean for Maeve and Otis? The last we left them, Maeve was headed to Otis’ house to tell him she had feelings for him only to find him kissing Ola. While there haven’t been any official announcements on the fate of their relationship, it’s safe to say we’ll definitely be seeing more of them in season two.
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Sex Education season one is streaming now on Netflix.
Sex Dust also contains organic epimedium, AKA horny goat weed, the hilariously-named herb available in pill form that Bacon says “has been used for thousands of years to help balance hormones and bring warmth to the pelvic region.” Lusty!
So what exactly do you do with this suff? Bacon is a former chef, so Moon Juice’s site helpfully contains tons of recipes for making Sex Dust snacks (which I can only assume would make you the office hero). Being a low-maintenance (read: lazy) gal, I mixed a teaspoon into my morning coffee. It mixed pretty well and gave my coffee a toasty, slightly sweet chocolate flavor, with a mushroom-y musk to it. It was surprisingly pleasant.
A few sips in and I was no glowing Aphrodite. What gives?! But a couple hours later, I realized a proposal for a big copywriting project I was working on was suddenly flowing weirdly well. I sped on from that to phone interviews with potential assistants for my startup, a task I’d usually find draining as an introvert, but which left me oddly energized.
Now normally, after crossing two entire things off my to-do list, I’d treat myself to a “deserved” hour of aimless reading on the internet, or an Instagram hole, or honestly, I might just say “effit” and log off for the day. (Gotta love that freelance life.) Instead, I felt inspired to work on the creative direction for an upcoming photoshoot I’m producing. “I’M SCARED OF YOU,” my business partner texted me when I emailed her a meticulously-organized mood board, shot list, call sheet, and schedule at 2 a.m.
I went to bed that night after a 14-hour work day, feeling like I could have gone longer. Whomst am I, I wondered? Was it the Sex Dust igniting my creative energy?
For the next couple days, I downed Sex Dust coffee each morning, and worked more bizarrely productive 12- to 16-hour days, crossing a ton of crap off my permanently anxiety-inducing to-do list. As someone who is super-easily overwhelmed and would rather be napping at all times, I cannot stress how unusual it is for me to achieve this level of productivity at all, much less multiple days in a row.
By day four, I was thoroughly spooked by the unusual burst of focus and productivity I’d experienced—but below-the-brain benefits were harder to sense. I’d definitely noticed my mood felt lighter—perhaps the result of the cacao, which Bacon says “releases endorphins.” But I felt no libidinous effects, nor the “pelvic warming” or “juiciness” I’d been promised. So I decided to take the Sex Dust on the road, meeting up with a friend to go to on what she calls a “cutie run”—dinner and a trip to the bar to chill, look cute, dance, and maybe meet boys.
About an hour into our cutie run, she turned to me in frustration: “I feel invisible—like all the guys are smiling at you!” she yelled over the music. Not gonna lie, I noticed it too. The horny goat weed must be working! Of course it wasn’t every dude. But it definitely felt like people were, to put it scientifically, digging my vibe. Our waitress was unusually friendly. One guy waved from across the room. Another made a lame excuse to talk to me in the bathroom line. On the street, another literally said: “You’re nice, I like you.”
Of course, I can’t say for sure if my renewed mojo was the Sex Dust, or some other factor. Was I just in a good mood? Excited to see my friend? Were all the men on the Lower East Side slipped $20 and told to flirt with me? We may never know.
Aimee originally went to Otis for help because her boyfriend called her out for being performative in bed. Every time she had sex, she’d moan and pretend to enjoy what she thought she was supposed to like. “You wanna cum on my tits now?” she asks in the very first scene of the pilot. Her partner goes along with it, but only because she suggests it. That shows just how much porn is affecting women in the bedroom. Even if our partner has no interest in trying these moves, we’re sometimes initiating them because we assume that’s what they want. Or worse yet, what we should want.
The truth comes out that Aimee’s faking when she tries this on her new boyfriend, Steve (Chris Jenks). When she asks, “You wanna cum on my face?” in the middle of sex, he looks at her, confused. “But I like your face,” he replies. She’s not sure how to react, so she asks if he wants to cum on her chest instead. He stops what he’s doing and asks her point blank, “Do you really want me to do that stuff?” When she unconvincingly says she thinks so, he tells her that he thinks she’s performing for him. Then he dares to ask her something no one ever has before, “What do you want?”
She admits to Otis the next day that she doesn’t have a clue. When he suggests she masturbate to figure it out, she’s grossed out. I can relate to her resistance, as I didn’t get over this shame until my thirties. Per Otis’ instructions, Aimee goes all out, spending a whole day pleasuring herself. She humps pillows, uses a hair-dryer on her neck, and tries every position.
I realized I’d wasted nearly two decades of my sex life being silent, misinformed, miserable, and feeling like a failure.
Again, it’s not that we haven’t seen masturbation before—but it’s the way it’s portrayed and thoughtfully handled that’s so striking. In Sex and the City, for example, Samantha Jones is the queen of orgasms and self-pleasure, but by the end of the series’ run, she had become more of a caricature than a human being. Even Samantha never touched herself while having sex. She’d usually start to quiver with pleasure mere moments after a man entered her, which always made me think there was something wrong with me. Why don’t I? Only once did she use a vibrator during sex, which was treated as more of a joke than something women do quite regularly. In pop culture, vibrators are either ignored entirely, treated as a threat to or replacement for men, or as a joke.
None of the girls goes that far in Sex Education, but they might as well. It’s both shocking and inspiring to see Aimee eventually tell her boyfriend exactly what to do—where to touch, how hard, for how long, and at what speed, then tell him the precise moment to blow in her ear. I know women my age who still can’t be that bold with their partners. The only reason I am now is because I realized I’d wasted nearly two decades of my sex life being silent, misinformed, miserable, and feeling like a failure—then faulting men for being selfish, instead of myself for not demanding my pleasure be just as important as his. Now, though, I’ll gladly draw you a map if I have to.
Thanks to Sex Education, we should expect to see more shows follow suit, and I hope it educates both men and women instead of PornHub. Either way, the clit has been in the shadows for too long, but watch out world. Her moment may have finally arrived.
Chris Noth just put an end to the rumor that Mr. Big would’ve died in Sex and the City 3. That story, if you’re unfamiliar, came from the podcast Origins, which is currently doing a deep-dive into SATC. In one of the episodes, host James Andrew Miller reports people in Kim Cattrall’s inner circle were certain she’d never do a third movie, partially because of a reported storyline that has Mr. Big dying of a heart attack and Carrie Bradshaw grieving his loss.
“They pointed a fact that it calls for Mr. Big to die of a heart attack in the shower relatively early on in the film, making the remainder of the film more about how Carrie recovers from Big’s death than about the relationship between the four women,” Miller reports.
But this isn’t true, according to Noth. The actor told Page Six that Mr. Big would be alive and kicking if a third movie ever happened. “He wasn’t going to die,” Noth said. “There’s no way he was dying; that was all a lie.”
That being said, he insists there’s no drama within the Sex and the City community—though, at this point, the possibility of a third movie is unlikely. “There’s no drama, there’s no movie, there’s nothing going on with it, it’s over it’s gone,” Noth said.
To be honest, we’ll probably never know exactly what would have happened in Sex and the City 3. Sarah Jessica Parker says the script was “heartbreaking,” but that could mean anything. Maybe there was a death, or maybe all the women decide to move to Connecticut. Both would be heartbreaking. (Kidding, Connecticut is great!)
Sarah Jessica Parker just acknowledged a truth about Sex and the City—something that more than a fewthinkpieces and articles have addressed over the past couple of years. At the Deauville Film Festival in France on Friday, she said that the show would today seem “tone deaf” given the fact that the four women who comprise its leads are all white. “You couldn’t make it today because of the lack of diversity on screen,” Parker told The Hollywood Reporter. “I personally think it would feel bizarre.”
After all, we’ve seen a larger shift toward inclusion in television in 20 years. The small screen and all its streaming partners are bringing us stories that embrace greater representation for women of color—though there is still a long way to go.
Parker isn’t behind a reboot either, due in part to other changes that have shifted society in the two decades—and New York City—since 1998. 2018 is a vastly different world in terms of how people consider and give more nuanced attention to issues of sex and sexuality, dating, careers, feminism (and all its intersections) and family life. When all is said and done, she said, “I don’t know that you could do it with a different cast. I think that’s radical and interesting, but you can’t pretend it’s the same.”
“It wouldn’t be a reboot as I understand it,” she added. “If you came back and did six episodes, you’d have to acknowledge the city is not hospitable to those same ideas. You’d look like you were generationally removed from reality, but it would be certainly interesting to see four diverse women experiencing NYC their way. … It would be interesting and very worthwhile exploring, but it couldn’t be the same.”
“If you’re a successful saleswoman in this city, you have two choices: You can bang your head against the wall and try and find a relationship, or you can say screw it and just go out and have sex like a man.”
Those were Kim Cattrall’s first lines as Samantha Jones in Sex and the City, which premiered 20 years ago today. At the time, in 1998, it was revolutionary to see a woman onscreen be unapologetically single and sexually active—and not have it presented as a major character flaw. Actually, it’s still revolutionary.
And though the character would go on to have a handful of partners that went beyond one wild night—James (“and his teeny-tiny penis”), hotel-magnate Richard, fiery lesbian artist Maria, and sweet Smith—her every move remained groundbreaking throughout the franchise’s six seasons and two movie sequels. (Sadly, we’ll never know about the third.) After all, this is a woman over 40 choosing to be unmarried and childless, and it’s presented as a glamorous and enviable lifestyle. She makes her own money (and lots of it). She wears hats you can see from space and pulls it off. She beats cancer. And yes, she has sex “like a man.” Maybe even more than most men.
In fact, Sam’s no-fucks-given attitude is so necessary to the show’s DNA that it became a priority on set. “Every aspect of our scenes were essentially setups for Kim Cattrall to be Samantha—that campy, wildly humorous character,” Christopher Braden, who played Sam’s upstate lover Farmer Luke, tells Glamour.com. “It was a complete role reversal.”
So in celebration of Samantha Jones—and Cattrall’s portrayal, of course—we spoke to Barden and seven other actors about what it was like to play Samantha’s flings, work with Cattrall, and become a small but undeniably memorable part of TV history.
Farmer Luke
Played by Christopher Braden in season four, episode nine (“Sex and the Country”)
Samantha accompanies Carrie to Aidan’s cabin in Suffern, New York, where she spots Farmer Luke, a former NYC big shot who moved upstate, driving a tractor. “Who’s the farmer with the delts?” she asks. She heads to his barn, gets a lesson in milking cows, and rides Farmer Luke in his hayloft.
“I showed up to my audition at Silver Cup Studios as a rough-edged country gentleman, with old boots and a Ralph Lauren denim shirt on, and a navy blue handkerchief around my neck. I got the call that I booked it, [but] I had to be approved by Kim. So I go back to Silver Cup and I’m waiting in an office. The door opens and Kim sticks her head in; she looks at me, smiles, and says, ‘I’ll sleep with him.’ That’s the network version of what she actually said. And I was hired.
I didn’t really know the show, and I’m embarrassed to admit that, but I called my sister and said, ‘Listen, I just booked this job on a show called Sex and the City?’ And the phone drops.
We shot at a farm on the border of Queens and Long Island. It was an authentic, working farm, and I remember showing up and of course you go see hair and makeup first. Wardrobe had asked me to bring the oldest boots I had and they said, ‘OK, your boots are perfect. Throw on these overalls and lose the shirt.’ Ten minutes and I was ready to go.
So I meet the director, and the first thing he says is, ‘Chris, see that tractor over in that field? Guess what? You’ve gotta figure out how to drive it in an hour.’ [The man who ran the farm] was the real hero for the day because in one hour he taught me to drive that two-stick-shift tractor and how to milk a cow authentically. Milking that cow was my version of Stanislavski’s ‘Building a Character.’ That moment where Samantha gets hit in the face? It’d actually be impossible to do with the cow, so that was set-up with a production assistant and a baster.
The episode was one superlong day, close to 16 hours. We finished with the [sex scene] up in the hayloft. By that point, Kim was so generous to me—instead of disappearing to a trailer in between shots, she had two director’s chairs set up for the two of us, and she spoke to me, I’m not kidding, for 12 hours.
My mission in that scene was to be absolutely professional and respectful and let her take the lead. That’s exactly what happened. It was a closed set, because we didn’t have anything on except for modesty cloths. I asked her one thing before we started: Right before the cameras rolled, I looked up at her and said, ‘Kim, is it OK if I put my hands on your hips?’ She said, ‘Of course.’ And we were off to the races.
I ended up going to my agent’s apartment with my acting teacher [to watch the episode], and I felt like I was sitting there with my mother. That’s another thing: My mom called me afterward, and I said, ‘What’d you think?’ And she goes, ‘Oh, you were so good.’ I’m like, ‘Mom, that’s a really strange thing to say. I’m your son.’
I’m very discreet about what I’ve done in the past and I have a lot of humility, but I don’t think I’ve been on a single set where a PA doesn’t inevitably bring up the episode and then it spreads like wildfire. I have millennials walking up to me saying, ‘You’re Farmer Luke!’”
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The NYU Wrestling Coach
Played by Peter Onorati in season four, episode eight (“My Motherboard, My Self”)
Samantha loses her orgasm after Miranda’s mom dies and calls up the NYU wrestling coach she’s been dating for a little help. No matter how many elaborate (and comical) sex positions they try, Samantha just can’t seem to climax.
“[Writer-producer] Michael Patrick King called me and said, ‘You wanna do this?’ We’re old friends, and he knew that I had wrestled in high school, and there was one time where we were doing an advanced improv workshop and I picked him up and lifted him over my head. He never forgot that. So I think I was the first choice.
I’ve only done a sex scene like that, where I was close to or completely naked, three times in my career. This was five of them. Of course all my buddies from back home and college go, [in a macho voice], ‘Hey, what’s that like?’ And I say, ‘Listen, pal, as an American male, you’re raised to want to be in that spot from the time you’re aware of your sexuality. Once you’re there, even with a minimal crew, and your ass is hanging out, it’s no fun.’ It’s a lot harder than my old buddies from the neighborhood think.
Kim, because she’s the one who did all these scenes, had this little cup made for her men, almost fashioned like an athletic supporter. There was this little cup that protected all the junk, so to speak, and clear plastic strings so that you couldn’t see them when someone was on top of her. There was one point where we were kind of going at it and the cup actually popped in and popped out. And Kim said, ‘What…’ And I said, ‘That wasn’t me. That was the cup.’ And she said, ‘I don’t mind it.’ I said, ‘Well, I hope you don’t, because we’ve got five more hours of this.’
This particular episode was about how her problems in life were giving her problems climaxing, so I said to the director [Michael Engler], ‘Listen, why do we have to suggest intercourse? Can’t we suggest something oral? I could lift her up, you could shoot right from behind my head. I can hold her up.’ Kim went, ‘I really love that idea.’ But the director didn’t get it; he wasn’t going there.
He had a sheet of Kama Sutra positions that he could envision camera angles with, and I then adapted them with some wrestling moves, like elevating a leg or blocking an arm.
I think we were getting ready to do the last scene and Kim and I are sitting there in our robes, and she goes, ‘I really want to thank you for doing this.’ I said, ‘Kim, it’s my birthday, and I can’t think of anything better than to bang you five times on my birthday.’ She goes, ‘It’s your birthday?’ I go, ‘Yes, but don’t tell anybody, I don’t wanna hear any shit about it.’ And so we shoot the last scene and I went back to my dressing room, put my clothes on, and I got to my car, but before I left, she had one of PAs go out and get me a Carvel birthday cake.
She was a sweetheart. When shows like that run forever and personalities get in the way and stuff, you hear things about people that may or may not be true, but there’s definitely always some sort of strife within a cast. My first job in television was the last season of Kate & Allie, and Susan Saint James and Jane Curtin were best friends, but by that time they were sort of in different camps about who was running the show, what was funny and what wasn’t, and so I got a great lesson coming into a show that had been on for a while, that even the best of friends can end up in different camps—maybe not enemies but different camps, for sure.
[Kim and I] sort of kept in touch. We’d taken a Polaroid [on set] and my hometown wrestling team [in Boonton, New Jersey] was doing a benefit, so I reached out to her and said, ‘Kim, I blew up that Polaroid of the two of us. Can you sign it? Because it would make a lot of money for my hometown wrestling team.’ She did, and then she sent me a copy of her book with an inscription too. She’s just really beautiful and a wonderful person to be around.”
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Mr. Cocky
Played by John Enos III in season two, episode 18 (“Ex and the City”)
“You dated Mr. Big. I dated Mr. Too Big.” And so goes Samantha’s pun about the man she called Mr. Cocky. They met on Fifth Avenue and Samantha soon learned that his penis was so huge it was “like a wall of flesh” coming at her.
“I was in New York, walking down in the Village somewhere, and they had trucks set up for Sex and the City. I guess they were shooting, and I had some demo reels with me—they had the VHS ones back then—and I remember throwing [a copy] in one of production’s doors. I got a call a couple days later to go over to audition for the part with Michael Patrick King. I don’t know if it was because of the demo. They may have just thrown it away, it may have come through my agent—who knows?
I just remember auditioning and they were kind of laughing. I’m sure they saw quite a few people for that part, and it came down to, I don’t know…. His name’s Mr. Cocky and he was well endowed or whatever, but instead of him being cocky and being all flashy about it, I thought I would go the other way, where he was kind of embarrassed about it. He was insecure about it, which you wouldn’t think somebody would be, but it was a choice that I thought would be different than what everybody else would probably make. It took a lot for him to put it out there.
I haven’t seen the episode in ages, but every once in a while someone will post a clip on Facebook or Instagram. [People approach me about it] all the time. I just laugh and say, ‘Yup, sure, that was me.’ And not just girls—guys and girls. Everybody watches it. [They ask], ‘What are the girls like in real life? Are they all good friends?’
I remember it being fun. We played with [the sex scene] a bit. Samantha doing the breathing exercises, like she was doing Lamaze—we kinda tried one take like that, they liked it. Instead of her giving birth, she’s trying to fit me in. It was easygoing. It was just another job, a really quick, in-and-out shoot, so to speak.”
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Chivon Williams
Played by Asio Highsmith in season three, episode five (“No Ifs, Ands or Butts”)
Samantha starts dating Chivon, a powerful black record executive, after meeting him at his sister Adina’s new fusion restaurant. The relationship is complicated by the fact that Adina doesn’t want her brother dating a white woman. The episode has been criticized for fetishizing black men and stereotyping black women.
“I remember coming into my [modeling] agency one day and the talent manager was like, ‘Asio, I have an audition for you for Sex and the City.’ I was pretty new to the game, so I was like, ‘Oh my God!’ I was extremely excited. I had my own opinions about the girls before I was even thinking about auditioning for the show—I was a very opinionated viewer, in a good way. I loved it.
I met [Kim] on set and she was in her room, and I kind of walked in and she looked at me and said, [in a Samantha Jones voice] ‘Chivon,’ and she gave me a big hug. I was in awe and happy to be there, and she just tried to make me comfortable: ‘Are you good?’ Our first scene was the [bedroom] scene. So I literally went to the studio, met her, went to my room, and they ushered me to the bed.
The next day it was my birthday, and we shot the restaurant scene. By that point we were pretty much talking all day, the whole cast and crew, whether it was on set, off set, and we were shooting that scene, and they paused the scene and all four girls went back and came out with a cake and candles and sang me happy birthday. It was magical.
Over the years, it’s been 18 years, the weight of being one or two African Americans on the show [grows] on you heavier. It was very intimidating, because all of New York is watching and there were only a few African Americans on the show, so I felt like, Yeah, this is big.
I think that, first and foremost, a brother out there working, at that time, was just a huge accomplishment. I was in awe of having that platform. But I tried not to overstate it because this is Sex and the City. They only showed like a quarter of what New York women were really doing. [The show] was like peeking your head through—it wasn’t sticking the whole body in. I think that’s what people were frustrated with, because they had to wrap up a big topic in 30 minutes. So with some of their episodes they could touch and go on light topics that were kind of like one-night-stand topics; when they came to our topic, it wasn’t a one-night-stand topic; it was a social topic. It was dealing with social, not issues, but a social reality. It was going to make some people happy and some people upset.
I think that the African American community and the black community worldwide really felt or understood the cultural presence of the show and the different male stereotypes or archetypes that were being presented in each episode. Don’t forget, it’s 2000, so Jay-Z was big, Puffy was big, the music industry was big, hip-hop moguls were huge. There was sort of a stereotype in that era—that was all that was available for us to do.
That era of hip-hop and black entrepreneurship, I totally connected with that. It’s nice to strive to get to a point where a character like Chivon is in life, where things are good, you can meet people and they know who you are. Knowing you’ve worked, you’ve gotten somewhere, and you’re able to enjoy the fruits. That’s kind of how Chivon was.
Like I said, I was working on the biggest show in the world, and I was one of two or three black guys that’s ever had a relationship with those girls on the show. I feel honored. I still get approached from it. I wish I could get a dollar for every time someone said, ‘Great episode!’”
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Harvey Terkell
Played by James McCauley in season two, episode 10 (“The Caste System”)
Samantha is dating a real estate tycoon and isn’t comfortable with the fact that he has a “live-in servant,” Sum. Eventually, Sam finds out that Sum isn’t the subservient maid she (or Mr. Harvey) assumed.
“The sex scene was very interesting for me, only because I was naked and [Kim Cattrall] was not. [But] I was never shy about nudity. By then the show was a hit, so I was like, ‘Well, I’ll do it, whatever.’ There were a ton of crew people around, it was like, Yep, this is me. Welcome to me.
Those scenes under the sheets, there’s absolutely nothing sexual about them. It’s really positioning—‘you put your shoulder here’ and ‘give me a couple of thrusts’—and you’re done and everyone’s looking around waiting for the lunch break. ‘Give me two little pumps and you’re out,’ like a shot at Starbucks: ‘I’ll take a double pump of the macchiato.’
Kim was super nice. And, of course, [when we met] I had to mention Big Trouble in Little China,, because as a kid growing up I loved that movie. She had a ton of shit going on, because she was on a hit show, but she was extremely kind and giving and wonderful and caring.
I thought it was a great episode. It tackled the class system, which really, nobody talks about. I thought they tackled it with humor and a sense of importance that I didn’t necessarily see all the time on that show. The heavy lifting had to be done by the women, because I don’t think [Harvey] was too aware of what was going on with Sum. I can’t say he was dumb; he’s a big real estate broker and very wealthy and all that stuff, but he was more of a vehicle.
It’s a beloved show. If somebody’s asking for a résumé or if they mention the show I’ll go, ‘You know, I was on that.’ They go, ‘OH MY GOD.’ It’s that.”
Siddhartha
Played by Anthony DeSando in season one, episode 11 (“The Drought”)
Samantha lusts after her celibate yoga instructor, who tells her over green tea, “Imagine a three-year foreplay, where all that sexual energy is coursing through your body…. The only thing hotter than sex is not having sex.”
“When I went in for this part, I had been into yoga for years, and it was really catching on. I figured the character was probably, like, Sidney Hart—an ex-junkie from the East Village who saved himself with yoga. I went in and sat in full lotus and expounded on Mother Kundalini coiled at the base of the spine and all energy being sexual energy passing out to higher vortexes. I doubt another actor sat full lotus to audition.
So many men had to do embarrassing things on the show—I got off easy. I think the most embarrassing thing I had to do was wear a silver coat that [costume designer] Rebecca Weinberg threw on me at the last minute. My wife, who was my girlfriend at the time, had just come back from India, so I was wearing her clothes for the part, except for that silver coat and the orange outfit. All the white stuff was from India, they were her pajamas; she was a yoga instructor at the time.
[In the scene where Siddhartha has an erection] I was reading from a book called Sexual Energy by Elisabeth Haich. It was my own book that I had picked up because I had read a previous book of hers, and it just happened to be appropriate.
I’m actually a Thai yoga therapist in Pennsylvania [now], so I work at a couple of yoga centers, and no one ever recognizes me there. But [Siddhartha] was probably the most similar character to my personal self that I’ve ever played. I’m usually playing a fast-talking jerk of some kind—not what I aspire to. Siddhartha probably required the least amount of acting, but that didn’t limit how fun it was to be around all of those people whose work you really enjoy.
Kim Cattrall was and is an icon. She’s always been a sex symbol. She’s beautiful and funny and smart. She has tremendous versatility as an actor. It was really a thrill being in her proximity, let alone interacting with her. It wasn’t ‘She was the star and I was the guest’—she just was on the level, down-to-earth.”
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Chip Kil-Kenney
Played by Victor Webster in season six, episode one (“To Market, To Market”)
When a stockbroker named Chip moves into Samantha’s building, she welcomes him with a basket of cheese, prosciutto, condoms, and handcuffs. In return, he gives her a post-oral insider-trading tip. He’s handcuffed to the bed with Samantha faux slapping him when the FBI busts in to make an arrest.
“I never used to watch the show. I was more into action, guns, car chases, and there’s a big absence of that on Sex and the City. [But] I had an inclination [of what the role might entail] when I auditioned. I had a lot of girlfriends that would have viewing parties at their houses; when I told them, they were freaking out. ‘You’re gonna be one of Samantha’s boy toys!’
I was a stockbroker for years, so I could understand the mentality of [my character]. The majority of the guys I worked with were pretty crazy, spending a lot of money every weekend in Vegas, drinking—so that’s how I looked at this guy. He was just a guy who loved to experience life and didn’t have a filter on his mouth when he, um, was doing certain things.
Luckily, we shot the stuff on the street first and didn’t have to go straight into the sexy stuff. [On my second day of shooting] I have a bunch of tattoos, so I had a bunch of makeup to do. Then I showed up in a robe and slippers, and there’s 150 people walking around. Of course, for me, it’s like, ‘Oh, wow, these are all people I’m meeting for the first time.’ It’s embarrassing—I’ve gotta do this simulated sex scene, and I literally have a sock on my junk. For them it’s like, ‘Oh, another half-naked guy on the show.’ It’s nothing for them. I remember it being very cold on set, which probably didn’t help the situation.
[For my final scene] I was really handcuffed to the bed, with actual handcuffs. When you’re shooting scenes like this it’s 100 percent choreographed. Everybody has to position themselves so as not to cast a shadow on somebody else. So if it’s six inches too far this way, it’s too much—I’m now putting a shadow on her. If you move four inches forward, your shoulder blocks my face.
It’s always interesting when you meet somebody on the street and they’re like, ‘Oh! I know you from Sex and the City.’ And I’m like, ‘Well, you know a lot of me then.’ People always ask, ‘How was it working with Kim Cattrall? Is she as wild and crazy in real life as she is on TV?’ I can only answer one of those: She’s so easy to work with, really sweet, just a professional.”
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Tom Reymi
Played by Sam Robards in season three, episode 11 (“Running With Scissors”)
Samantha finally meets “Manhattan legend” Tom Reymi—a.k.a. “the male Samantha”—but he refuses to have sex with her until she gets tested for HIV. After her test comes back negative, they have sex in a swing until it falls from the ceiling.
“I’m pretty sure the swing scene was shot last. They showed it to us and we sat in it clothed and rehearsed how they wanted it to look, then we got undressed and put on our little triangles. We’re just wearing little triangular, flesh-colored pieces over our privates, Kim is right on top of me, and we’re swinging away. It’s like that [saying], I’m sorry if I get excited, and I’m sorry if I don’t—you never know if it’s going to happen, and with Kim pretty much naked…we’re bumping up against each other, and I’m thinking about potatoes. It can get, you know, a little embarrassing.
We shot [the scene] with a swing that was locked in there first. Then they fixed it somehow so they could cut it loose when they needed to, and, basically, there was a pad underneath us. The hardest thing for me was I needed to hold on to this bar that was above us and they said, ‘Just make sure when you fall, the bar doesn’t hit Kim on the head.’ When they cut it loose and we hit the pad, of course I was trying to hold it as hard as I could, but gravity is much stronger than I am so it sort of bopped her on the head. Nothing serious. And then I was like, ‘Great! Thanks for everything. Bye!’
I’ve had some people [approach me] like, ‘Oh my God, you’re the guy on the swing’—just randomly. And you’re like, ‘What?’ Mostly people are just like, ‘You went to school with my sister,’ and I’m like, ‘Yes, how is she?’ People think they know you from somewhere; they’re just not sure where.
One of the great things about [acting] is you get to do things that you wouldn’t maybe normally do, but you can do it and have fun with it. No harm, no foul. Believe me, I was so happy to get the gig. Even pretend sex is great.”
These interviews have been edited and condensed. Image credits: Getty Images, HBO, Jose Marquez Photography, courtesy of Christopher Braden, Lynn Shupp
