...Back at the hotel, he strips and I gobble two of my fortuitous codeine tablets. I know what my duty is. Whithin an hour, I'm in that sparkling night gallery made of little explosions of codeine. It blots out most sociological details surrounding our situation, leaves only his hard , shadowy body inexcplicably laid out for me, dappled by the streetlight piercing the gaps in the heavy curtains. This is a funereal, or should I say vampiric, scene. I fall to my knees in the darkness because I know that to worship his abjection is to drink at the fount of cultural doom and play at entangling my fate with his. He's a door out of of the repetitive banalities of North American capitalism.His penis plunges into my throat like an eel into inky water. ...

From "The Romanian" by Bruce Benedrson.

My Furry Sophie!!!

Я не владел тобой и вряд ли овладею...
Случайный бар, знакомство и вино.
И это все. Я, право, сожалею,
Что видеться нам больше не дано.
Но как чудесно, что воображенье,
Живя в душе избранников искусств,
Порой такое дарит наслажденье,
Такую остроту и свежесть чувств,
Что я вчера в распивочной дешевой,
Где хмель, густея, закипал в крови,
Тянул и мямлил, но, на все готовый.
Сходил с ума и бредил от любви.
Ты понял все... - не в этом дело!
Ведь полчаса, украдкой, словно тать,
Я видел губы, видел твое тело.
Дарованную
встречей благодать.

Caractéristiques du 43 rue Saint-Denis

Уж климакс близится а Германа всё нет.....( зто был последний репортаж перед отъездом обратно в америку с улицы сан дени)

middle age passions

Did you ever witness the gradual and horrifying developments of the middle age passions?
Those mature love-affairs where one partner goes onblowing hot
When the other has already started blowing cold,
Where age forces the amorous pair to indulge in Grandmotherly caresses and
in Grandfatherly embraces whose tenderness is not only restful but also gives rise, so to speak,
to interesting feelings of remorse about a vague sort of incest...

The 8 of March

The 8 of March

Tomorrow is The 8 of March - The Soviet Woman's Day!


I will never forget how Thierry Marignac, the self-appointed "expert" on everything Russian, particularly russian women, was explaining to Tim what kind of a holiday this is! Its when all Russian mooshiks that beat and treat their wives like shit all year long, remember all of a sudden that they are men and exactly on That Day, they take a shower, put on clean socks, run out to buy flowers and behave themselves.
I almost fell off my chair hearing this, since I know for a fact that our Russian boys are way more galant and a 100 times more fun that the frogs will ever be! Happy 8 of march!