"I Love L.A.": A review of a television series about ladies in L.A. It keeps getting censored, so I'm afraid to describe it further.

 

Link to the not fully clothed dudes

The 11 years I lived in Los Angeles were the best of my life.  Imagine  having a job interview at Paramount Studios.  Driving down Sunset Boulevard, past Chateau Marmont and the Comedy Store, on the way to work.  Running into John Amos at the gym and Richard Dreyfuss at the Bodhi Tree.  Living two blocks from Mickey's and the Different Light.  Buying groceries at the West Hollywood Safeway, where everyone is g*y.  So of course I'm going to watch a tv show called I Love LA., even though it's about  ladies with influencer problems.

Plus, it stars Josh Hutcherson (left) and Jordan Firstman (who showed his stuff in Rotting in the Sun) as a g*y friend. In an era where g*y starring characters on tv suddenly turn straight (Dr. Who, Klaus in The Umbrella Academy, Will Byers on Stranger Things) or their shows are cancelled after one season, maybe secondary character will have staying power.

This review has been censored twice.  I can't figure out why.   I put asterisks in everything referring to the human physical form, bedroom things, orientations, un-aliving people, and the words your Mom didn't like for you to say, until the thing was more sanitized than Mother Goose and you couldn't even tell what it was about, but it was still censored.   So just follow the link to the NSFW version.