Market Days and Market Nights
'Tis the secon day of the second high holy holiday of the year. Market Days always feels like the festival of the beginning of the end of summer except for this year it feels more like summer at its zenith. Highs in the low 90s and 50% humidity. Add copious amounts of alcohol, high levels of sexual tension, and stir. A drunken twink staggers down the street in a rage because his boyfriend didn't remember to buy him a cocktail. Two trucker dykes squaring off for a fight because one of them was a bit too bold with the others girlfriend. Fun for the whole family. Squeeze all of us into Berlin for that last ditch effort for a hook up, threesome, golden shower, or whatever else happens to fit the bill, until we're all vomitted back onto the streets at the break of dawn, either to lick our wounds or wonder this person is next to us in our bed. I can hardly wait for next year to come.
'Tis the secon day of the second high holy holiday of the year. Market Days always feels like the festival of the beginning of the end of summer except for this year it feels more like summer at its zenith. Highs in the low 90s and 50% humidity. Add copious amounts of alcohol, high levels of sexual tension, and stir. A drunken twink staggers down the street in a rage because his boyfriend didn't remember to buy him a cocktail. Two trucker dykes squaring off for a fight because one of them was a bit too bold with the others girlfriend. Fun for the whole family. Squeeze all of us into Berlin for that last ditch effort for a hook up, threesome, golden shower, or whatever else happens to fit the bill, until we're all vomitted back onto the streets at the break of dawn, either to lick our wounds or wonder this person is next to us in our bed. I can hardly wait for next year to come.