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Tuesday, December 27, 2016

aller Anfang ist schwer

With the recent death of pop mariquita George Michael I was reminded of when I use to hang out with Kathy Jeung who was Michaels beard in the 1980s. Kathy was a fashion stylist with the Cloutier Agency and also did a club in the MacArthur Park area of Los Angeles called Flaming Colossos with these two very sexy French boys who I think were brothers, whose names I forget. The Frenchies were extremely delicious. Later in the late 80s or early 90s they opened up a chic restaurant in West Hollywood on Santa Monica Blvd that was the “It” place for a New York Secunda. Kathy and the French Brothers were somewhat infatuated with me and Glen Meadmore for a spell, and one time I was in her entourage along with Mz. Michael at a birthday celebration at Mario Tomayo's restaurant Cha Cha Cha. I also was invited for pampering at the Beverly Hills Health and Fitness Spa in Koreatown on Beverly Blvd. Why the place has Beverly Hills in the title I don't understand as Korea Town is located nowhere near Bev Hills. The spa is on top of a natural hot spring. I had heard of the place for years as a celebrity haunt but of course being that I wasn't ever gainfully employed in those days I could never afford to go there, but after performing many times at Flaming Colossos for free, Kathy and the French Bros. took pity on me and treated me. I think Kathy was related to the owners or perhaps Michele Lamy paid for it. Michele could be extremely generous, but anyway I got the royal red carpt that particular day, and thats more then a ghetto freeloader like myself can ever expect. The spa is divided by the sexes and for some unexplicable reason I was able to pass as a boy, so I went to that section with the French Bros and Mz. Michael. It was divoon getting my first massage from a handsome and perfectly musculed Korean masseuse named Hans who had me floating on air. I also got a kiwi facial, but would have loved it if Hans had given me a facial with his man milk.
In the dry sauna I watched the pop Princepessa Gorgeous George boldly pick out a swarthy hairy chested hunk and just get down on his knees and begin servicing the studkin in front of everyone. He was completely fearless and shameless, and this was years before he publically came out. La Michael hardly said a word to me during the few times we were in each others company. He wasn't rude, he just was indifferent. He didn't find me attractive so I didn't serve any purpose. He was that matter-of-fact, and I was strangely not put out by it and didn't feel dissed. I just wasn't his type of queen and that was that.
Well getting back to the BJ. GM must have had a velvet mouth because it didn't take long after he was bobbing on the giant peter and tweeking the mans bullet nips that the sexy gorgon was about to ejaculate and GM very casually and efficiently gulped down the seminal emissions making sure that the man was sufficiently drained, he then got up and went into the cold water pool followed by the wet sauna. This place is not a gay bathhouse but a place frequented by very upscale gays and straights, but nobody seemed to mind the celebrity spectacle that was performed so publically.
Years later Lenny of the Parlour Club treated me to this spa for my birthday and I saw John Travolta cruising around the joint, but the men were running away from him.
Afterwards we all regrouped and went out to Helenas or Paillette or some other trendy nitespot of the moment, and GM never mentioned what he had done, and I don't believe I even talked about it either at the time, which is strange as I am the ultimate gossipeuse and junior walking billboard.

All thiss twiss reminds me of a a very sexually captivating boy I use to know from the early 1980s named Mardell Lombar. Mardell was a hilljack from Ohio, meaning he was a dirt poor white kid from the mountain country region. He was around 5'10'' tall with light brown wavy hair, lean musculurture that was a combination dancer/swimmer bod though he didn't do any of these things. He had greyish blue eyes and full pillow lips that looked like he was wearing lipstick, but he wasn't. He had the flattest stomach I have ever seen, and big calves and thighs that looked like he could pull a mack truck with. His feet were big, thick and peasanty like Barney Rubble but were perfectly formed and manly. He also had huge hands like a baseball mitt. The weird thing about him is that even though he was so goodlooking he didn't photograph well.
I met him at the teen disco The Odyssey on Beverly Blvd and LaCienega. He worked part-time at the cafe on 3rd Street that was connected to the notorious gay bathhouse the 8709. He lived in the Hollywood Hills with a 60 year old man who worked in the entertainment industry who was slavishly in love with him,but pretty much left him to his own devices. All Mardell had to do was occasionally fuck the old dude, so it wasn't such a bad trade off. Mardell was such a good natured boy, not na├»ve but just wildly free spirited and free wheeling. Through Mardell I could get into the 8709 and other bathhouses for free. I loved going to this famous bathhouse as it had some of the most spectacular pieces of male flesh on display. I had never seen such gigantic penises before and the level of sex play was seismic. Bathhouses are dull today in comparison to the 8709 and MACS(Mens Action Center) which was on Hyperion Avenue in Silverlake. This was in the early 1980s, so I was glad I got to experience them before they were all closed by the LA Health Department. Mardell was what is known as "the worlds type" and loved that I was a big voyeur and he got a kick out of showing off for me. 8709 had an area that was filled with bunk beds and mattresses that was out in the open and he would pick a lucky boy and go to town on the guy and of course would attract a huge crowd of men who wanted to watch and touch him and his trick. Mardell let any and all grab a feel of him. Some got carried away and started to munch on his butt, legs and feet and also chow down on his peen as it would occasionally plop out of his bottom. These sessions would just turn into a natural free-for-all with everyone giving Mardell complete utter worship. Its common for good looking well built young men to be utter assholes, but not Mardell who was very generous with his body though he knew his worth on the open market. Mardell was also unpredictably wild and a bit perverse. I saw him fuck many an olde queen just for the heck of it. Mardell's penis was large, thick and bulbous with apricot sized testicals that would slap the ass of his paramours causing a richochet sound that would quake through the sauna.  The closest I ever came to being intimate with Mardell was when he sucked my nipples once as more of a joke, as I played with his  dinosaur dick.  Once he gave me a deep soul kiss that almost caused me to faint.  He was that sexually electric. 
After 8709 and the cafe attached closed Mardell left his sugar daddy and moved back to Ohio and wound up getting married to a woman of all things. He was a most excellent pen pal and wrote to me about the many madcap sexual misadventures with his wife and the hillbilly antics of his small hometown. The last time I heard from him was in 1994 when he sent me a letter with pictures of him with his twin boys. He was in his late 30s by then but still attractive and trim.
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The last Rising Stars, Falling Stars for the troubled year of 2016 at silent green KulturQuartier was a fantastical success. Everyone needed a good hearty belly laugh and the Four Marx Brothers Groucho, Chico, Harpo and the gay one Zeppo eagerly provided the gaity with the 1931pre-code film Monkey Business.
Our program was also an early celebration of Chanukah, so appropriately I sang an old Chanukah song in Aramaic with a little bit of yiddish thrown in. Strange how this ancient ditty sounded so similar to one of my own original Cholita the Female Menudo songs, “Chinga Tu Madre”

I also told the crowd that The Four Marx Bros are the younger siblings of Karl Marx, and that Marx and Frederic Engels were lovers. Caught up in the Marxian madrigal Arsenal Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus, Markus Ruff, Clarisse Mehring, Stefan Ehrens and posse, Marcuse Siegelstein, Susanne Sachsse, Trixie Schonherr aka: Beatrice Curdua,the divine Miss Jutta, a Berlin native who lived for many years in Paris who is one lovely and fashionable fan of our film series, Brazilian filmmaker and style icon Melissa Dullius, Johanna Schaffer, a new Berliner and Austrian queer-feminist scholar who teaches theorie und praxis for der visuellen kommunikation at Kunsthochschule Kassel, with 
her American translator pal Rik Mayda, both also work with RSFS's Daniel Hendrickson, the Jewish Muslim as part of the NSU tribunal 
translation project. Check out the website at: nsu-tribunal.de for more info on this very important organization that is keeping check on structural racism in Germany,sexy young David Schoeler who is an art student at UdK who use to work at Arsenal who came with a bevvy of beautiful ladies, B.J. Novak the nebishy American TV star of The Office, handsome violin virtuoso Charlie Siem, Piero Bellomo and exotic film actor Riz Ahmed. Special shoutout to silent green staffers. Nadine&Linda, the Moos Restaurant kids, Katrin the guardian of the gate and expert Arsenal projectionist BoDo.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Die perlen der Cleopatra

Was at the Arsenal for the Frank Capra retrospektacle seeing his prophetic 1948 film State of the Union starring Spencer Tracy, Katherine Hepburn, an incredible Angela Lansbury only 22 but looking and acting 42, Margaret Hamilton (Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of Oz)and Adolphe Menjou. Its the only film Capra did distributed by MGM and it used mainly Metro stock players. You got to give a film its due when it begins with a suicide.
After I left Kino Arsenal I noticed the S-bahn was strangely packed with people which is odd for a Monday night at 10:30pm. Everyone at this time of year has gone back home to mama&papa for the holidays.
Received a frantic text message from my assistant Julian Scherer from when I was a guest professor at Goethe Universitaet asking me if I was at the Xmas Market. Being outdoors drinking cheap sweet warm wine in the winter chill is not exactly aesthetically pleasing to me.
I also received several emails and international phone calls asking if I was ok. It wasn't until I got back to the flat and turned on the radio to NPR Berlin that I found out about the horror that had actually occurred at The Gedaechtnis Kirche.




Der Fisch stinkt vom Kopf her

Monday, December 12, 2016

Knapp daneben ist ach vorbei

Forgot to mention that when I was at Music & Frieden seeing The Hidden Cameras ran into my olde Tenderloin kolleg Felix Knoke the journalist with Der Spiegel Online, who is now the proud papa of a five month old bouncy baby boy named Carlo Ponti.
Felix sent me a link to the lovesexxxy video of Teutonic Tom aka: Tom Wuehr or Tom Wu the happy-go-lovely Hidden Cameras drummer. The video is very polymorpheously perverse and I think you will get a kick out of it, i sure did:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYquF68nrQk

Went to Arsenal for their salute to legendary film director Frank Capra. Was so glad to see the film Lady for a Day starring 75 year old Australian actress May Robson who was nominated for an Oscar for her performance. Ms. Robson's portrayal is so fragile and tender. Also saw the 1961 remake called Pocketfull of Miracles starring Bette Davis, Glenn Ford and Hope Lange. Its not very good except for Peter Falk and for being the movie debut of Ann-Margret.
Thanks to all the well wishers who sent me congrats for having the Whitney Museum of Art in New York City buy pieces from my latest solo show “Come on Daughter Save Me” that was at Invisible-Exports Gallery last year at this time. Now I am just waiting to hopefully get paid$. Seems like I am always waiting for moula. Well thats the state of the world these days. Beggarinos can't be choosey. Was just talking about poor relations in an email exchange recently with the great Justin Vivian Bond. My relatives in the States have been gentrified out of South Central Los Angeles because of reverse white flight back into the inner city. My nephew and his two children ages 11 and 15 live in Lancaster in the mountains above LA and my niece and her 5 kids live in the high desert. If I didnt send them money every month they would be destitute and join yet another array of homeless families on the city streets. My great nephew who is 15 is doing very well in school. He goes to a prep school in Lancaster and made the Dean's list. My older sister emugs me that he is just like I was in my teenage years a complete bookworm living at the library.



Saturday, December 10, 2016

Nicht jede Kuh laesst sich melken

When I was giving Hollywood film reviews a few columns back I neglected to mention that the wonderous actress Jeannie Berlin is featured in Woody Allen's latest flicker Cafe Society. What a grossepoint oversight that was on my part. Ms. Berlin is the daughter of comedienne and film director Elaine May, and Jeannie starred in May's brilliant 1972 film The Heartbreak Kid along with Charles Grodin and Cybil Shephard. Another one of her 1970s films Sheila Levine is Dead and Living in New York directed by Sidney J. Furie is a hoot of the period. She took a long repreive from acting but I am glad to welcome her back on the big screen.
Also forgot to give my womanly take on the latest Meryl Streep film Florence Foster Jenkins about the New York society maven and klipklack soprano. I have never been a part of the Streep cult. The only thing of hers that I've ever liked was a PBS film version of Wendy Wasserstein's Uncommon Women & Others from the late 1970s. Her co-star Hugh Grant continues to play his greatest role as Divine Browns bewildered Sloan Ranger sex partner. The real breakthrough in this film is dweeby Simon Helberg who was one of my former students ages ago, and is really divoon here. Mr. Helberg is already the ensemble star of some longrunning TV situation comedy where his talents are wasted in dumb TVland shtick. In Jenkins his prissy mannerisms convey everything of a proper fagula of the 1940s—think Billy DeWolfe crossed with Taylor Mead with an expressive protean Wally Cox facecal.
Baby Diaper Joel Gibb of the Hidden Cameras invited me to his latest concert at Music & Frieden in the Wrangle Kiez. He was debuting his brilliantine new album Home on Native Land which is of the Lonesome Dove style thematically. His band members were also appropriately dressed matching Mr. Gibb in his Nudie rodeo tailored goldenen suit. The Honky Tonk Bisquit Queen, My Darling Clementine, She Wore a Yellow Ribbon spirit was permeating the venue and the Berlin audience a notoriously tough crowd were sighing and swooning to Gibbs Cimarron paced shit kicking hoedown.
Mr. Gibb was in fine voice,looking high wide and handsome in the matinee idol spotlight. I was very impressed with his banjo player a new arrival to Berlin from Nashville, and his high holy drummer Teutonic Tomas who is the most talented dynamic skin pounder on the seven planets with a radiant personality, a mighty sweet smelling bubble buttkiss, powerful muscles throbbing from his fingertips down to those sexy feet and twinkle toes.


Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Erst kommt das fressen, dann die moral

My darlings,
Was invited to the fabelshaft table of La Susanne Sachssee for one of her early winter feasts of the Magi. This one being in honor of sexy and ultra sophisticated Shai Heredia the filmmaker and festival director of the highly lauded Experimenta Festival of Bangalore. The gorgeous Ms. Heredia was in Berlin with her handsome ultra cool and sleek partner of the silky voice, the electronic musician Yashas Shetty. Also in attendance Daniel Hendrickson the Jewish Muzlim warrior translator to the shtars, Max Brauer the cute and cuddly Andy Kaufmanesque darsteller and bon vivant who will host his own eclectic evening at the Volksbuhner's Roter Salon, and everyone's rad party favourite Bruce“Judy”LaBruce who was in good form spilling all the proverbial “T” thats way too fart for the faint of heart. I love me some Canadian farmgirl lil Judy LaBruce.Yowza!
The next evening it was the return of CHEAP Funk on Reboot FM the radio program hosted by the amazing Diana McCarty. Joining CHEAP was Yashas Shetty as special guest who weaved his mercurial electronic musical magic live on the air. The night turned all non-sequitur with discussions and readings from and about Werner Schroeter via Susi Sachsse from Schroeter's nachruf fuer Maria Callas plus the dying diva propentittaly of Dalida,John Cage,Glen Meadmore and Kembra Phahler and her Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black album Black Date. And if that wasn't enough there was vissi d'arte and moi je vais mourir sur sce'ne.
I've been getting lots of email requests asking for more about the CHEAP PianoBar in Prague. Well below is the formal description of the piece we did as part of the Mezipatra Queer Film Festival.
Piano Bars are mainstays of gay and lesbian culture, historical places of musical refuge from a hostile outside world. They are like regular queer bars, but with an added bonus for the show-tunes-inclined among us: the chance to sing along to and distort popular songs with lovers, friends and intimate strangers all gathered together around the piano. CHEAP will distort not only songs, but the piano and the piano bar atmosphere itself, in this one night only performance and installation on the staircase in the smoker's area of the festival cafe. Come hang out with us. Drown your sorrows about queer culture in a glass of whiskey while humming along. Maybe we'll even play something you like. Probably not, but who cares, as long as we're kind of together. CHEAP art collective from Berlin has been making queer performances, installations, music, clubs, festivals, parties, videos and stuff for the past fifteen years. CHEAP Piano Bar will feature Vaginal Davis, Daniel Hendrickson, Susanne Sachsse and Marc Siegel.
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Looking forward to: of poetry / John Willie / Matt Keegan / Baseera Khan / Dash Snow / Pauline Boudry and Renate Lorenz / Glendalys Medina / Damien Echols and Jen DeNike / G.B. Jones and Paul P. / Narcissister / Lyle Ashton Harris


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Was able to spend a little girl-on-girl time with one of my oldest lady friends and collaborateurs the Mad Ms. Glen Meadmore. She was in Germany for two surprise shows in Liepzig and Berlin where she wowed the Burlesque frantic audience with her cowpunk antics at White Trash.
I love and adore this woman who at 6'8'' in her stalking feet is even taller then little womanly me who is miniscule at 6'6''. Ms. Meadmore's dayjob in LA is the limo driver to all the Hollywood Stars who love her and request her as their number one companion and driver of choice.
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Had a nice reunion recently with rocker dude Rasp Thorne. Mr. Thorne is an American musician who is now a British citizen and just moved to Berlin a few weeks ago. Before that he was living in London and was married to the famed Jewess Tatooess Marisa Karnisky.
That Canuckian wonder of big titty hasculinity Baby Diaper Joel Gibb and his band The Hidden Cameras will perform Wednesday Dec 7th at 8pm at Music&Frieden in Berlin at: Falckensteiner Strasse 48
10997 in support of their new LP Home on Native Land. The big peniled Mr. Gibb is embracing his Home on the Range roots. I heard a preview of this material in the summer along with Alice Bag and its indeed impressive. Go to www.hiddencameras.com for more information.


Thursday, December 01, 2016

Alles hat ein Ende nur die Wurst hat zwei


So sorry I have not kept up with the latest moving pictures coming out of LaDeeDaahland, but the Autumn is always my busiest season so I havent had time to go to many of the free screenings provided to me. Here is my truncated report on the films I did see:  Arrival starring dull Amy Adams, duller Jeremy ”Prone to Nuclear Mudslides” Renner and a lethargic Forrest Whittaker. I sure would like to get with one off those Heptapods and their tree trunk eggplants. Imagine exxxtraterrestrials who write in fancy Butcher Holler style caligraphy and speak with a Hippo, dub progressive house accent.
The Harry Potter franchise has gotten a wee bit more interesting with their new series Strange Beauties and Fickle Admirers which features a troubled queer teen played by lovely Ezra Miller whose tight little booty hole keeps getting teased and fingered by power top Colin Farrell. Manipulative Alpha Mr. Farrell, just wont plow the lovesick puppy which causes him to go homo-cidal deathrock. The main storyline featuring lesbianic cutiepie Eddie Redmayne is less interesting, but I sure got pleasure out of seeing actress Samantha Morton. Just wish they gave her more to do.
Woody Allen's Cafe Society starring pigeon chested hunchback beauty Jesse Eisenberg, and saaphic hotsy totsy Kirsten Stewart almost does a pop goes the weazel. Next time take young precious Mr. Eisenberg and plop him in the lead of an adaptation of Bud Schulberg's What Makes Sammy Run?
Got a chance to see my beautiful child of high art, the gifted and talented New York based artiste Jonathan Berger who was traveling through Europa with his wonderful parents.  Red hot Jons treated Fearless Leader of CHEAP Susanne Sachsse and I to a brilliant luncheon at Mokkabar in the Bergman Kiez of Kreuzberg. 
One of my dearest girlfriends, the insanely divine musical genius Glen Meadmore is doing some surprise shows in Germany. Thursday December 1st he will be in Leipzig at the Felsen Keller and Friday at White Trash in Berlin. You know what to do.
Also on Thursday there is a record release party at Monster Ronsons 7-11pm for the late Brian Tennessee Claflin of Pork fame and Snax. The EP consists of several tracks they recorded together. Baby Brian's musical persona was known as Prix. Its a hand painted limited edition release by curmudeony Slovakian designer Mario Drzilla. Bruce “Judy” La Bruce and novelist Travis Jeppesen will be some of the celebrity guest DJ's.

I didnt grow up celebrating Christmas, that Christian adopted Pagan holiday thats only purpose is to propel danger capitalism, but a lot of my fans enjoy sending me presents during the holidays and I love accepting them. I adore books, so feel free to send me any and all you come across. On my wish list is Party of the Century by Deborah Davis about Truman Capote's Black and White Masked Ball at the Plaza Hotel in 1966. With my LA hotspot Bricktops at the ParlourClub I did a riff off of The Black&White Masked Ball for New Year's Eve 2003 that was quite a major success featuring performances by Brian Grillo and his Grillo Follies with special guest star Mink Stole, the John Waters legend. The tribal media loons have started camping out in front of the CHEAP offices thinking its where I live.  Some American website trying to create a fake scandal wrote about my relationship with movie director Brett Ratner. Of coure this was years ago when he was just a nebishy Jewish horndog sniffing about my panties at Club Sucker at the Garage my Sunday afternoon punk rock beer bust/performance salaon.  It seems that Brett's business partner a rich Australian dude named James Packer is somehow connected to the new Trump administration.  Where i figure into it i have no ideal.  One thing i can say is that I predict the VP Elect Mike Pense will have Trump assassinated so that he can get all the power.  Mr. Pense is more evil then Dick Chaney.  Mark my words. Remember Vaginal Davis in Swahili means she who cannot lie and is always right.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Ideen Visualisieren


Before jetting of on Swiss Air to Zurich Switzerland to teach a series of Performance Art Workshops under the banner Framing The Freakazoid: Doing-By-Doing at the ZhdK – The Zurich University of the Arts I went to the fabelshaft birthday dinner party of decorative artist Michael Dute the Konig von Wilmersdorf with Fearless Leader of CHEAP Susi Su, Marcuse Siegelstein and Bruce”Judy”LaBruce. The liquor and food was forever flowing and the atmosphere divoon. Herr Dute divides his time between San Francisco and Berlin and his glorious flat is a testicular testament to his skills as an artiste extroidinaire. Walking through his exalted threshold you enter the majick of ancient China, Pompeii or eighteenth-century France. The apartment is a joy to behold with luscious murals and glam rococo-inspired wall panels. Michael's home also serves as a Gertrude Stein style salon to some of the most fascinating habitues of Berlin high society. I was enthralled with his lovesexy and sophisticated lady friends and dapper gentlemen callers. Scene and heard: DL Alvarez who is the old San Francisco buddy of Michael Dute', Brian McBride(Michael's boyfriend) Marc, Michael's friend and flat mate, Christoph a famed historian, Ida Mullerr the famed set & costume designer and performer, Jens the charming old school tante from Braunschweig who lives in Michael's building and works at Mr. B., Marta the LA born Berlin based artist who comes from Mexican film producing royalty and studied at Art Center with Buckminster Fuller and a the famed Hashish Baeckerin to the shtars known for her excellent psychedlic cakes and brownies.

Joining me in Switzerland was the Love Camel Andrea Novarin. I had taught several times before in the 1990s and early 2000s at the ZhdK. Of course then it was at a different location and under a different name. The school merged in 2008 or so with the School of Art and Design and the School of Music Drama and Dance, and is affiliated with the Museum of Design. Rosina Kuhn the famous portraiturist whose son Cyril Kuhn was one of my students when I tag team taught at California Institute of the Arts with Ron Athey had first brought me to the school when I was doing some gigs in Milano, Turin and Bologna in the mid 1990s. Its during this time I first met Love Camel. Another one of my former students from Cal Arts Bea Schlingelhoff who is now in charge of the art program at ZhdK, and would like me to come back next year and teach a performance art seminar. On this trip I was invited by dimunitive British scholar Ian Rodney Wooldridge who was fascilitating an MA Symposium that I took part in. Also invited was the Canuckian artist Steve Reinke, the beautiful young Brit James Richards who lives in Berlin, and reminds me of Mike Skinner of The Streets, the gorgeous soft spoken Tibisi artist Ramaya Tegegne, Paul Pieroni, Brigitte Daetwyler, and Hannah Black. I was shocked and surprised that there were so many people at my artist talk. Lots of cute young kids came up to me to ask questions during the wine reception after the talk. One 20 year old boy a juicy mulatto mix of Dominican and Austrian had a spectacular mane of light brown curly hair.
Love Camel and I were housed at the Rothaus Hotel a former bordello in the red light district. Its surprising that there is still a funky area in such a boutique city as Zurich. Back in 2007 when CHEAP Blacky played at the Gessner Allee Theatre we stayed at the Rothaus. The wonderful secretaire of the MA department Miss Claudia remembered me when Rosina Kuhn had brought me to the school back in the 90s. The tech director of the department was a hunky American fellow named Philip Matesic exuding dinosaur dicque energy and looked like a younger, more muscular version of the writer James Fry.

I was taken to a fab dinner of traditional Swiss food at the atmospheric Alpenrose boite. Ian, Steve and some of my male students were all going to an underwear party at some gay bar, but I was way too exhausted to join them.