Wanderlust, wandering, walking and getting lost and finding oneself on the way home 11:30 pm in front of a fuschia sign with a man/woman/tranny symbol reading "Same Place" the club where we were maybe going to meet a friend. Latin night at the Sex Club. Bed Booths with paper towels and big pump bottles of sanitizer or lube? Basement with two beautiful leather slings (we need one for Lez Com, ok?) vinyl beds, strange angled corner made into a cell, oh and a smoking room upstairs with a window to look in at the two men there (straight, sadly) wanking and smoking. The Sunday of each month was women's S/M but no longer? We were wishing it were more queer. I was wishing for a Girl Monster night hosted by Steiner. And back at home I fell asleep getting off while thinking about humiliating the guy who wouldn't leave me alone at the bar.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
London
Metz, France
Old, Old Hotel
phone in the toilet
mechanic shoe shining kiosk, i used it
After a show at a cafe that looked like open mic night
After a disaster soundcheck where our beats and bass were too much for the system
And a full sheet of sheet metal curled off the wall like a wave and knocked one of the speakers to the ground, narrowly missing Michael
phone in the toilet
mechanic shoe shining kiosk, i used it
After a show at a cafe that looked like open mic night
After a disaster soundcheck where our beats and bass were too much for the system
And a full sheet of sheet metal curled off the wall like a wave and knocked one of the speakers to the ground, narrowly missing Michael
Mülheim
Our show in Mülheim was at AZ Mülheim, an anarchist compound rented from the city, with a heavy queer contingent. We slept in a room filled with bunkbeds which led me to some serious fantasies, scouting the audience for possible players. No takers. It was just us, the band, in bunks. And see the below the bounty presented to us in the garden for breakfast. That's guacamole, salsa, fried tofu strips and sprouts, yes it is best breakfast thus far.
Got back the Leather Daddy cap, Mongolian boots--delivered from Lyon to Paris, and the Peace suspenders never lost. Some others replaced. Others, we are still waiting.
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