to afrika

it is so hot in florence. I cant believe I spent a month here. and I cant believe how much money I have spent. the next two months will be really really tight. I am flying to tunis tonight, kinda nervous. I am a bit burnt out. I miss caroline.

sònar

Since I came back from barcelona I have been taking it easy, eating, sleeping and watching arabic tv. so I thought that right after I come back I can head south where I can take a ferry to tunisia from salerno, however, it runs every 3 days not everyday and the next one is on the 23, then 26th of june. with this recent change of plan and marcelo convincing me to stay for a really hot party this weekend in milan again I have chosen to leave on monday by plane from milan to tunis and skip the whole boat thing. kinda feel like I fucked up since I really wanted to spend a couple of days in malta and do the whole boat thing again, plus I am loosing a couple days that should have been in tunis not still in italy. so tough. so tunis will only be 10-11 days and I cant wait.

sonar was one of the most rediculous experiences in my life and I want to go back, im buying my tickets, flight and hotel for next year as soon as the dates are out. I was in shock of how such an event exists. I felt right at home. no pretentcious assholes buying their way with cute dresses to feel like they a hip, or stupid bitches with nothing positive to say but to please themselves. NO! only really chill authentic people who really love this music and the people who lsten to it. again I forgot alot but I remember dancing in the rain under a thunderstorm on the first day, smoking and drinking with complete strangers like we have been friends for years. fuck its so refreshing. teh music was amazing, the best in advanced music anywhere, they had multiple stages for the sonar day with exhibitions inside the cccb and macba, a record fair with lots of free stuff.. I can go on. sonar by night was on friday and saturday and to get there the thousands of sonar goers line up to take the sonar bus which took us to the venue outside the city and wow, its fucking huge. I couldnt believe how big this was, 5 gigantic stages with supersized lights and screens and soundsystem. I split up with giacomo since we wanted to listen to different things, and I met some other really cool people who were all sharing the goods!! so I got kinda chill by two and had already bought my own supply of mdma and was waiting for tiga to go on at 3:15 in the sonar lab.. wow he was so rediculous, I never danced like that in my life and totally lost myself, I was a fucking superstar, I didnt care about anyone, dancing and kissed and danced and and and (btw there were alot of irish and english people) and danced until the music stopped at 8:30 and I opened my eyes to see the sun spinning over my head. I was a piece of heaven until the ringing in my ears started and the high wouldnt stop, I had burned every ounce of fat on my body and I was glowing like a fucking flourecent red light... the rest until the next night better be skipped but it included a quick visit to hospital del mar, vomitting, a bus ride with a group of english boys and girls who wanted to have a vomitting contest and a big KFC meal..

OH MY FAVORITE (A TOUCH OF CLASS) were at SONAR


after a nap for couple of hours, I went back to sonar by day then sonar by night and did it all over again (miss kittin was pretty fucking good too!)

Goldfrappppp (night #2)


Miss Kittin (beach party)


THE KNIFE


scissor sisters !!


Post Sonar Beach Party (the morning after the night before!!!!!!)


TIGA!!!!

sea sonar & sun

the day after the night before

I just had the hardest time eating a shawerma wrap.. the inside of my lips and cheeeks are all bittin up (most are self inflicted) and I am feeling totally sick. o so much to tell from the past few days but I forgot some things, somethings are better forgotten.



Eddie and Marko from zurich are here with Eddie's parents, sister and cousin who are all gayish and are in europe for the first time from brazil. so they came to see florence and ofcourse marcelo offered his place for them to stay. ok so it was alot of fun to be surrounded by portugese speaking brazilians and loud carnival music with wine and champaign constantly running into my glass but my fucking god my head was gonna explode. this went on for hours and hours until about 3. then we went to sleep in armando's house since marcelo offered his for 6 people to stay. the guy is crazy. the next day I went to the gym for a couple of hours, did some pilates, tried to pick up a guy in the sauna and was totally exhasted by the time I went back to Marcelo's only to discover that the night before was about to be recreated for yet another time. more eating, drinking, smoking, coughing, laughing, and talking, I was totally out of it. I forgot to mention that for the first night's dinner, marcelo who is a vegan cooked a big piece of meat for the brazilians. it was so strange watching this totally animal sensitive non-meat eating person stab a big block of meat to get the sauces all inside. ok back to this night.. after a repeat performance by marcelo with his guests it was again 3 am and time to go to sleep in armando's but marcelo is feeling horney or something and decides he wants to go for a drink. I say whatever just one drink. we arrive in tabasco at like 4 its kinda full but nothing to interesting really, marcelo gets frisky and all he wants is to pop some popers or something , totally strange behavior. we left at like 5 and he still wants to go have a sandwich.. try finding a vegan sandwich in florence at 5 in the morning. eventually we go to armandos after the sun has been out for some time already and here is the best part.-.... I am totally dead so I go to bed, marcelo goes to say hello to armando before he comes to bed.. next thing I hear is moaning and banging.. and wow, marcelo is totally fucking armando! at this point I just passed out, but I really would have loved to watch.

its now saturday and we ahve planned to go back to billy but I as I went back to marcelo's at about 5 in the afternoon, he was cooking dinner for the brazilians one last time and time seemed a bit tight.. eventually we made it on the last train to milano.

at billy things were nice and fun as usual, and I got some happy little faces to eat later, we sat outside, chated, roled cigarellos, etc ,etc,I was only hoping not to see marko which happily didnt happen. before I know it it was time to go to La Messa (the mass, its sunday morning at this point), marcelo and I went with Massimo who is just a sweet little fat italian boy, I love him. on the way he picked up some power pills and some beers and we arrived in La Messa at about 6 am just as the service was begining... I do remember seeing a very angry transvestite who was not allowed to enter and I think she hurt herself somehow, cuz I remember her bleeding or soemthng.. things just get really wierd from here.. for me the after party is really the fun part. the music here to so mean, its pretty incredible, this place is literally a church underground with huge vaults totally covered in speakers with tabernacles around the walls with freaks dancing inside .. so crazy. I was so gone , I remember dancing alot, kissing alot but thats it. oh and I had my first tranny experience (the closest to one) .. somehow in the middle of this madness I was kissing francesco who is the big deal dj from billy! I didnt know who he was but aparently he told marcelo who was keep an eye on me that he is taking me home with him.. which is what happened as soon as La Messa was over by noon. two italians took me and francesco to his fancy little place in the very center of town, things got steamy but wow, I kinda feel like shit at this point, so tiered, my stomach hurts and my eyes are like covered with I donno what, maybe puss! who knows.. eventually the two italians leave and francesco and I have a one on one .. blah blah blah..

wedding and other items

I just got back from Marcelo's wedding in the palazzo vecchio.. he just married his freind Jackie who is an american lesbian with a girlfriend here in florence.. I had an active part in this act of deception, as I was the photographer and the ring guy. so strange, everyone there was gay or lesbian, but after the "ceremony" the judge guy was talking to marcelo and jackie about having kids, etc... if he only knew.

last night, marcelo being as generous as usual and knowing that I am in need of a particular kinda love.. tried to set me up with his cop friend francesco who joined us for another home cooked dinner. francesco is a big man good looking and appeared to be masculine and able to satisfy certain kinds of needs!.. things got steamy under the table. marcelo went to sleep and I was disappointed to find out that francesco was more interested in a certain member that isnt in need of any more attention at the moment. I really do think the man I am looking for doesnt exist.

Eddie and his boyfriend Marko from Zurich are coming tomorrow for two days, should be fun. but what I'm really looking forward to is another saturday night at Billy, then we will go to logano across the border for sunday and monday. Giacomo is gonna come stay here in florence on tuesday and we leave early morning on wednesday for sonar!!! so exciting www.sonar.es

here are a random 11 songs from my current playlist:
+Autobahn Music box - cut copy
+dmx krew, you cant hide your love, hidden love mix - aphex twin
+Another day - Air
+Sudden stars - stereolab
+Hide and seek - Imogen heap
+Alone in Kyoto - Air
+Last dance - The cure
+Love tried to welcome me - madonna
+bellevue bridge - cul de sac
+to love somebody - billy corgan
+lonely nights - chris isaak

now i go to the gym (very nice .. with a hot showers (and im not talking about the water temprature))

italians don't do it better

Ryan air from london to Milan was interesting, I was the last one to check in and just made it on the plane, which was actually a real plane not a toy .. i was shoked since it only cost €30 to go from london to milan. I eventually make it to the train station to meet Marcelo, and leave my bag in the station and we went directly to Billy.. crazyness.. maybe.. Billy means shirtless dancing, belly moving, and uncontrolled making out with strangers in addition to a wide range of recreational you know what.. ofcourse marco (my love from christmas, who also told me he wouldnt be able to see me this time, then changed his mind and told me that he will be there, but I was like "it would be nice to see you but if not I will survive") he spots me at Billy and comes to say hello, i wanna be all over him/stay away.. it was strange. it was a good night, didnt see him again for the rest of the night then after, marcelo, lorenzo and sara (a transexual in transition) made our way to the usual after party which starts at 6ish, and that was just rediculous cuz I cant remember much. la messa (mass) is a rediculous after party that takes place every saturday with lots of crazyies and tranies and all you can imagine with some of the best music to dance to. but by the end I think I was drooling with my head hanging on my chest.. so fucking tiered and still had to go back to the train station to take my back and take the 3 hour train to florence where I will finally sleep ... serious!


the next few days were relaxed.. I just took it easy to finally recover from MIT stress and overdancing the weekend. everyday I went to see one or two things that I havent seen before: library, medici chapel, borgello, etc...

thursday night I had a date with marco back in milano, so I took the late train to meet him and again went directly to this party that was happening that night (friday was a holiday). It was the best I have seen, just looked amazing and I met sooo many people, which kept marco away.. we have wierd dynamics at this point and said fuck it, i just wanna have fun, if not with him then with someone else. So I proceeded on my kissing fest and dancing and the usual (what the fuck am I doing and who the fuck do I think I am kinda of thing) .. I was really close to a couple of guys but my eyes were on one of the bouncers.. hmm. I sobered up really quick and went to look for marco. I found him.. in his car... recieving a little service.. very nice to see, but funny/strange at the same time. I didnt want to interrupt but the servicer wanted to stop and go back to the party.. so we did, the sun has been out for a few hours already but the party inside kept going.. marco and I have really wierd dynamics at this point and eventually we go home and sleep very tightly (a good sign I thought) but no, the next couple of days just got more and more strange.
just relaxed and tanned the next couple of days and saturday went back to Billy for more of the same + this time I made way too many friends on the dancefloor!! and tried a little something called GHB?
I think Marco was disappointed that I moved on (or appeared to move on) so quickly and so our friendship hit a wall and the next day we hardly said goodbye as I left. but I know he was watching me sleep (pretend to sleep) that last morning after billy. but for me it ended when Marcelo told me that marco called him after I left and asked him if he can see him (get some from him!!) thats quick, dont you say?
I gotta eat... baci.

I wanted to do this more often but This is my first since I left. not much travel stuff but alot of personal stuff since I am in italy around people who just adore dramatic living. so I arrived in London on Friday aften enjoying a o so strange flight on air indea with this scandanavian girl who studies music in ohio. I really liked the flight but if felt like I was in the 80s, it just didnt feel so updated but I like that. the windows on the outside where painted with an indian style window frame with pointed red arches.. very strange. the food was good: we got some mixed dish with indian food, an italian salad and a piece of bread that is probably more french than indian.. wierd. Elin, the girl I sat with , was as up beat about things as I was so the trip was just fucking beautiful. we lost each other after leaving the plane but then I ran into this fucking queen from chelsea who decided it was ok to rub my shoulders as we talked just because I knew where chelsea is! he was nice, but in a (david clurman) kinda way, a bit creepy. I told him I was going to the Ghetto that night if he wants a good party with good music. he never showed (GOOD!) but The Cock (the name of the friday night party at the ghetto) was really fun as usual. I was there with Piper and Melissa. gorgous lesbians and we danced all night in a better then studio 54 atmosphere. ofcourse I did the usual dancing routine where I pay no attention to men until the music stops and by then all the good ones are gone! then continues my walk of shame alone to the hotel as the party ended at about 7, thinking why the fuck did I enjoy myself so much when I could have found myself a hot fuck (much needed after a stressful few weeks at MIT).. anyway.
Next day I flew to Milan where I was to meet marcello at the train station, leave my bags there and go directly to BILLY for more dancing.. I gotta go Ill finish this later.


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