I came back to France for a month. On my return night, I was way too knackered, but the day after, I organised a JFK at Les Souffleurs and put a bindi on all my friends' forehead, it was great. So many people I like who came for me, it was so good. I squatted at friends' (thank you Marion, Romain and Guillaume, thank you Ywen for giving me your flat during your Mexican holidays !) and I went out a lot, sorted out a few things... I am very lucky to have all these friends.
I gave a lot of presents, to family, to friends...
I went very briefly to London to give Ada and Peter their presents.
I saw my shrink again. And then I left without even thinking.
I'm gonna put this blog on hiatus indefinitely.
I spent a few days in Spain to meet up with Ray, just like that, on a whim.
The best piece of advice he gave me has been:
Stop talking about it, just do it.
Something I had already been told before but that I always forget.
It pushes me to tidy things up and prioritise. My blog takes a lot of time to maintain, all the more as it is bilingual. I've been feeding it with news, gossip and shit for the past 5 years and I think I got enough out of it. Plus I'm already neglecting it. I think I'll get back to feeding it when I go travelling again.
Anyway, thanks to everybody who has been following it so far (minus all the spams, there aren't many people left!!). I could meet some nice people thanks to this blog. Speak to you next time!
So Josette and I took the plane to see our best friend from high school getting married in Warsaw.
It was classy, we took a boat that went down the Vistula and where we could drink loads and loads of vodka. Our greatest pride came from the compliments the Poles gave us for our vodka tolerance.
The morning after, we toured the city with a guide, quickly, I find this town beautiful despite its history. We could even go by the Memorial for the Warsaw Ghetto.
We ended up eating in a communist restaurant, with portraits of Mao and Lenin... Very typical!!
And then we had to go because we have a job and a life, you know. To fight my fear of flying, I had Lexomil... and wine!
I saw the Midnight Juggernauts for the fourth time.
Of course they've been good.
Even my mate Julie who didn't know them had a great time.
after the gig, we got some sandwiches in the little shop beside the venue. We chatted with the waiter for some time and I saw the Midnight Juggernauts, outisde the Bataclan venue. I said to myself I shoul go and tell them something sort of interesting... But they were surrounded with underage hipsters and it put me off.
Since I can now speak some Spanish, I've decided to take part in the El Quijote project, which aims at making the reading of Cervantes' Don Quijote de la Mancha with as many people as possible on YouTube. Here's my humble contribution, with my little peruvian hat, my very french accent and my random pronunciation.
I love speaking Spanish, rolling Rs and insisting on Ss...
- 24 October 2010 at 19:39
The other day, I was coming back from a night out to take the metro when I saw these 2 young, very young drag queens being controlled by cops. They were probably 20 at most and they were with two girls. They had long, beautiful hair, one had purple-dyed hair. They were very fit and also looked loaded.
As a gay man, so a queer, I immediately thought that if the cops were controlling them, it was only due to the fact that they were drag queens. Out of solidarity, I waited just besides, just in case something goes wrong. A train came but since the cops wouldn't go, I stayed and waited for the next one. After 10 minutes, the cops left. The drag queens moved a bit to the side and I was busy surfing the Internet on my phone. 3 Brits came and waited for the metro just beside me.
Then the two drag queens decided to have a ball and starting turning around me, litterally. I started laughing and I raised my arms screaming "yoohoo". The drag queens moved away laughing as well. One of the Brits turned around and, I didn't see, but he must have had an expression on his face that didn't please the drag queens at all. They started insulting him by calling him a slag and a bitch.
We got all together on the metro and the drag queens kept on piling on the Brits. I must say they were good at it, they even told of them to fuck their mate. I was trying to contain my laugh, all the more as I was imagining myself instead of the Brits and I was thinking they must have been very disappointed of their trip to Paris, poor guys. And the drag queens were giving a very bad image of themselves. But then again, I could understand. They had just been checked in a very arbitrary way by the police, the Brit had a bad look towards them and that was it. It doesn't make up for incivility though.
France is so going down.
Last month, I spent the weekend in Lyon with Erwanébruno. I will never have said it enough: they are so cute!
Lyon is a gorgeous city, big but very pleasant. I could be a tourist again just like in Latin America...
The last evening, we all went to the MiddleGender party, which reminded me of the alternative gay scene in London. I missed it so much. I was very quickly drunk and I started kissing a lot of guys until I ended up kissing a girl. When I realised, I understood how much alcohol numbed my mind, or maybe that was more general... Anyway, I had no great revelation: I really am a faggot. To make it, I then kissed a straight guy (who was consentant).
I had a great weekend, thanks to Erwanébruno!!!
- 21 October 2010 at 14:27
- Are you boring?
- Are you scared?
- Are you ugly?
- Are you a failure?
Bonus: Are you sure?
- 12 October 2010 at 23:08
Looks like he's doing a magic trick.
- 05 October 2010 at 08:39
I mean, that's true, how come the first gay homo sapiens thought "Hey, I desire him so much, I'll just take him this way"?! I know some other animals are gay as well but how come Man had the idea, the concept, the notion? And then, straight people do it that end as well, but they have the choice.