Once a month I take a two-hour bus to São Paulo, to spend the weekend with friends. I arrive Friday morning and return Monday lunch time. I always return rejuvenated.
My friend Bia has kindly given me a copy of her flat’s key. I let myself in and relax until she returns from work. Sometimes we cook dinner; sometimes we go out.
Saturdays, we sit outside bars drinking beer and eating pasteis or we go to the cinema.
On Sundays, we go dancing at a queer club that plays Brazilian music. Last time, three boys asked me for a kiss.
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