A Summer So Long

• As a seed in the bright-colored street I am saying so long To the I know of nothing, the nothing that knows not of me. On a high cushioned wingtip my bondage was loosed with a song Of seduction to come, a provoking, profane melody; The lean languid lusting of aimlessness, sloth, and despair,Continue reading “A Summer So Long”

A Brief History of Nollendorfplatz

In which I highlight a byte of queer Berlin One more Pride post to round out the month, the subject being something I simultaneously know quite a bit and hardly anything about—the city I’ve lived in for very nearly two years. Nollendorfplatz—“Nolle” or “Nolli” for short—is a neighborhood I passed through on the days IContinue reading “A Brief History of Nollendorfplatz”

A Love Letter to José Carioca, Rio de Janeiro

In which the past catches up with me My dear Joe, We met at least twenty years ago, so I’ve always considered you a friend, but it’s different now. Aside from the standard byproduct of aging that causes one to see the hallmarks of childhood in a new light and with a new appreciation, IContinue reading “A Love Letter to José Carioca, Rio de Janeiro”

Cathedral, Karneval, Köln

In which I contemplate a schism My time as a Berliner has given me to understand that Berlin is no more Germany than London is England. This past Friday and Saturday proved it. Or so I expected. What I found upon arriving was not a staunchly German counterpart to the capital city on the oppositeContinue reading “Cathedral, Karneval, Köln”

Liverpool, Remembered

In which I reminisce on one of the places I’ll remember all my life (though some have changed) A year ago I made a pilgrimage up from London, where I was living at the time, to the holy musical mecca that is Liverpool. This was a pilgrimage in the truest sense. Spiritual fulfillment for aContinue reading “Liverpool, Remembered”

A Few Choice Italian Words

In which I reflect on a recent viaggio with my parole preferite I spent last weekend in Florence with my sister, who is studying there, and my dad, who took a transatlantic getaway. A smaller city than I remembered, but hey, I’ve done some growing and traveling since my last visit. Over those 8½ yearsContinue reading “A Few Choice Italian Words”