juggles, chuggles, snuggles

so there's a cultural gathering every sunday in a nearby park.
fouad's childhood friend brian invited us to go frolic,
and frolic we did: drumming, juggling and dance to boot.


you know the party is good when a sassy five-year-old
wearing matching bright red shades and booty pants
sits nearby and blows bubbles to the beat. cute!


these heavenly hunnies were doing the african equivalent
of the macarena, which let me tell you only looks good
in still form. their jiggle and shake were nice though.


feel the beat? fouad and i tried out the drums for the first time,
and i at least realized pretty quickly how difficult it was.
gotta pick up an instrument and practice, practice, practice.


we also realized the conditioned response of the juggling stare:
that glazed over, unfocused but extremely concentrated look
of managing 3 balls in the air instead of just 2.
i hope to continue learning!

lean, wien, fat-inducing grilling machine

vienna. it's much better than i remember,
especially now with the ability to communicate completely in german.
the language barrier feels less here, without so much criticism.
also my relatives are unbelievably hospitable and crazy good!


everything just feels a little more in sync with my ideals here.
it makes complete sense, what with my dad and all,
but it nonetheless feels like a second home to me.
i drank a lot of beer and ate 3 chicken döners in one day again.


(the photo above is my latest self-portrait)


reasons why austria > germany :
- every döner here is a chicken döner
- almdudler is found at every restaurant and supermarket
- there are black people here
- an amusement park is open every day, no cost for entrance
- water and toilet usage are both absolutely free
- my relatives live here

rosebuds

despite the drama the good times continue.
christopher street day featured some ridiculous characters,
packs of gays eying one another, sometimes sneaking into
the bushes to exchange favors in one way or another.


most importantly: i saw a prolapsed asshole for the first time,
a tattooed one none the less, surrounded by assless leather chaps.
the owner was bending over, helping someone puke.
talk about lucky opportunities! sadly no photo of said gaping hole.


will the rainbow ever be replaced?
does eating skittles show one's gay pride?
would tattooing a rainbow around one's rosebud be a good thing?


i can't help but think of freddy j. gonzales when i look at this.
i told his legend recently, and it reminded me how wild my life used to be.
(used to?)


next year i want to get dressed up. no angel wings though.
too cliche. a nice puffy something or other would make a better costume :)

superheroes pt2

jessica and i walked down the streets of cologne the other week
and found these gems of people coalesced on the clearing.
if i could do anything nearly as physically amazing as these people
i would be asking for a lot more than people's spare change.
more amazement below!