Lord of the Southern Fruitflies

[dotinthesky]

I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday (even underwear), my hair is matted, I smell of doggie sweat and there are tons of fruit flies hovering around me and trying to slide into my t-shirt.

I'm listening to the soundtrack to 'Morvern Callar', waiting for lunch to be served, and despairing at the giant fan over my head from ever cooling me down.

I received three phone calls yesterday:

1) Henrique, from São Paulo. He wanted to know when I was going to visit him, and if I wanted to go stay at his beach house. He has a giant scar that runs from one ear to the other, from an operation to remove part of his frontal lobe. He had an aneurism a few years ago. He is still the same person.

2) Ricardo, from São Paulo as well. He wanted to know if I would visit him in Curitiba (his home.) He will be flying into London in the beginning of April and I promised to take him out dancing with Silke and her friends. Popstarz or something just as gay.

3) Meire (roguejournal), from just around the corner. I asked if she wanted to come over for a cup of coffee but she was just about to enter the classroom. It was 8 o'clock at night. I'll be seeing her on Friday evening. She will take the Q magazine with Depeche Mode on the cover from my hands and hold it against her palpitating heart.



This morning, I saw two gay men in the park while I took Tete for a walk. Whenever I see da gays in Londrina, I feel a mixture of happiness and sadness. I'm happy because they exist here too, like myself; I'm sad because they look so drab, so incognito, as they try to disappear into the background and not get noticed. They were sitting on a table, clearly having just met. One of them was older, bald and smoked. The other was wearing a tight t-shirt (grand giveaway) and looking timid. I couldn't stay longer to watch them because Tete was too busy trying to catch the various cats that live in the park.

Now I'm off to take a shower. I have a couple of swimming pools to call this afternoon and find out whether I can get a temporary membership.

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[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

E, se como o Garotinho, eles querem o poder... vai ter perigo das coisas piorarem para o nosso lado.