My day at the foreign police

[I'd originally thought of this headline for a post I had intended on writing about spending the day at the foreign police, keeping Camp Chris company while his visa was approved. We had had a great time, despite the 9-hour wait, as we drooled over all the hot, butch Ukrainians, and chatted with a young, [...]

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My living room gets a new sofa

Flickr Photo Download: P1020742.JPG I woke up the other morning to find some new furniture in my house. It had probably been there when I stumbled in the dark to go to sleep but it still surprised me when I woke up. There’s some graffiti on it: The park where I sleep is often full [...]

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home again

I’m about as excited to be back in Prague as I would be going to a Presbyterian prayer meeting. Maybe even less so. At least in the prayer meeting I’d get a chance to worship, something, anything, on my knees. Let’s see, when’s the last time I had sex? Oh yeah, Sasha. 5 weeks ago. [...]

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What I learned on summer vacation

While in Karlovy Vary for the film festival, I learned, or was reminded that: 1. Fleece is a wonder fabric. It keeps you warm, even when wet. It’s light as air. It dries quickly. You can use it as a towel in a pinch or a seat cushion for torturous wooden seats. Tesco zip-up fleece [...]

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story fragments – poetic tweets, gypsy activists, and makeshift dildos

Two nights ago I tweeted from my campsite: My ghost park is cool, and full up with lovers. A concert was letting out as I was going “home,” and nearly every bench and every dark corner contained a hetero couple or two. Drinking beer and smoking, or smooching. Slipping inside my sleeping bag, I had [...]

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Adopting Sasha

Sasha gave me a lost-puppy look yesterday as I left him outside the station in the rain. I had hoped that I would run into him and give him biznis. At the very least I wanted to buy him a baguette and take him to Rudolfa for a couple beers. Instead, as he stumbled up [...]

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today’s story fragments

I woke up the other morning to find a slug stuck to a lens of my glasses. *********** I told Marek the other day at the station about my being homeless again. I wasn’t going to bring it up but he had already asked me if he could sleep with me that night, a question [...]

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homeless homo video diary, days 4 & 5

Instead of taking a tram into town every morning, I’ve started walking from Stromovka, up and over into Letna park, down the hill to the river, across Cechov Most and into Old Town and then through Old Town to either hlavní nádraží or the KFC on Vodickova, where I use their free wi-fi. Maybe I’ll [...]

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homeless again, naturally

[ The code that generates the movie was instigating irreconcilable differences with the rest of the post, which I didn't notice until someone else did. So, I've removed it. WordPress 2.3 is great but doesn't play well with tags. The movie is here on flickr. ] I could have waited until the end of the [...]

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Material Boy

I took him because he was hairy. All over a thin, sinewy 18-year old body. Because when I dug into his abdominals, I could pinch off a square of hard meat and my fingertips sunk deep into the center cleft. Because he was sweet and affectionate with me in Monty Bar. Because he turned bright [...]

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