Had a nice long over due visit with the Art Forum writer and novelist Travis Jeppesen who I was surprised to learn is now 35 years old. I’ve known Travis since he was a teenager writing me letters and sending me his self produced chapbooks. We didn’t meet in the fleshy flesh till I moved to Berlin in 2006. Travis also relocated to Berlin that year from Prague. Because of our letter writing exchanges over the years I felt like I had already known him forever so we easily floated into a nice comfort zone with each other. This last year has been one of triumph and tragedy for Travis as he was singled out in the Whitney Biennial but also lost his best friend and muse Baby Brian Tennessee Claflin of Pork@Ficken3000. Luckily Mr. Jeppesen has had several months of reflection and he seems to be ready to re-emerge cleansed from his mortal storms. I was happy I was there to just provide a listening ear and broad ladylike shoulders for him to unleash a puddle of tear ducting from his steel blue eyes.
Another blaster from the paster came in the form of Baby Diaper Joel Gibb of the indie rock Canadian band Hidden Cameras who I thought had decided to move back to greater Canuckia. Well the diaper is still in Berlin at least technically as he hasn’t given up his sumpteous Rixdorf flat, but plans to spend most of the harsh winter months in Los Angeles where his good pal and music supershtar Peaches already resides. Well the handsome baby diaper was busy being all diapery with a plethora of steamy love affairs that included a romp with a mega hunky Canadian actor/supermodel and the well endowed German TV presenter from Celebrity Big brother Jochen Schropp among others all wrapped up in the house of the diaper. Its hard to keep up with his sterling love life.
The young Spanish male Three Graces or Escuelita’s as I like to call them invaded the London Broil Palast last weekend with their rock hard pectoral cavities, taunt stomachs and marble astrovars sending the place into a frazzled Alfred HitchCOCKian frenzy. Usually these kind of men tend to cock block each other preventing their girlfriends from getting their proverbial gnut. But wisely they would break rank when one or the other needed to satisfy a particular itchypoo. Our crack celebutant voyeurist Itsy Molyneaux was on hand to document each encounter of this particular sex beat. The most beautiful of the Spaniards took as his first temporary husband a tall salty dog of a teutonic with dinosaur genitalia. Their marriage lasted less then five minutes as the second the older man gave him his first pelvic thrust, Miss Espana exploded in orgasmic couplets of much force and grandeur. Before they began to fornicate though another less fortunate voyeur was caught peeking over the cabine walls and was sucker punched by crusty German. Some convenient boiler pipes blocked Itsy from being discovered so she was able to watch the hunger games transaction unchallenged. The other two ‘Lita’s got involved in a threegy with a Tom of Finland look and hung-a-like regular of the Palast. This particular man Itsy has seen for years stomping around lust pavillions throughout the city state of Brandenbergertor. You can tell that 20 years ago he was beyond compare in body, face and big dick arrogance. He is still quite handsome, and muscular with a few layers of fat attached. But the Esquelitas were only concerned with that formidable goucho groin and could sniff out a mighty morphin power ranger from a distance of a tri-state nucleii. The two Spanish damsels were so greedy that they almost bit off the prized member of their conquest, maybe because of this action one of them was exiled. The woman left was still fellating the sex giant with too much AustroHungarian aggression resorting to the man yelling, “take it easy” in English being their common language as the hulk was an ethnic Berliner. After the German man had his fill of garden salad he was ready to mount the beauty and his mad skillz in this area were impressive. He sent the youngwomanmanthingy into Judy Garlandlike histrionics as he bucked, moaned and grunted with schrill delight. When the elder man was finished he removed his worn and dairy filled condiment delicately placing it in the trash receptacle like it was a totem item of significant religious worship and supplication.
Had a nice Sunday breakfast reunion with the underground film maestro Wilhelm Hein and his art photographer girlfriend Annette Frick. We haven’t seen each since the Berlinale as both our schedules have been insane. Wilhelm has had some major international successes at large venues like The Pompadoo in Paris and he will also be venturing to the States soon for a big end-of-the-year spectacular. Both Wilhelm and I have had some trying bouts with illness and I hope he will be able to recouperate properly and get his old color back in his cheeks. We need our legends now more then ever.