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can’t spell love without the v, bb back for more shenanigans... catch you around, babes 😘 xoxo, holly
friday friday friday ... and momma has a bad case of telleraugen 👀 have a gorgeous weekend, babe 💋 xoxo, holly
6.12.2017 - Alles Gute zum Nikolaus! 🎄 Don’t rely on some old, white dude to get you something sweet today (unless you are into Daddies, then hey, today is your day in Deutschland🎅) Hope you treat yourselves to something nice today, I know I did 😇 xoxo, holly
2.12.17 k’blau, part 3
“I saw you do some rather impressive dancing just now,” he said with his cute German accent, nodding back to the wooden seats I had just come from.
“Oh, you know, I don’t say no to rides from strangers,” I hear myself say. What. Why did those words come out of my mouth. Anyway, roll with it…
“You been here long?” I ask, changing the subject.
“In line at the bar? Yes. I think Schröder was still Bundeskanzler when I first joined the queue here.” Outside, I laugh, but inside, I struggle to remember when anyone other than Angie was the chancellor. “Actually, let’s order for each other, who ever gets to the front first. You might have more luck than me,” he says, and takes a cheeky glance at my shirt. “I’m getting 3 Beck’s, what about you? One for you and your, äh, friend?”
2.12.17 k’blau, part 2
4 hours later
I’m back at the central hall of Katerblau, the main artery that connects the entrance, the two main club rooms and the outdoor patio. Here, I’m lounging on some wooden seats between the bar and the outside, taking a drag off a spliff some British laddies were kind enough to share with me.
“I fucking love Berlin, man!” one exclaims to the room at large, pupils large as saucers. The Brits do adore their party glitter, and with the amount he indulged in, I wonder if there is anything in the world he wouldn’t profess to love.
I’m waiting here for Dario, who went to the bathroom half an hour ago. Knowing that darling, he is probably on his knees in a dark corner, making some dashing acquaintance a very happy man indeed.
2.12.17 katerblau
I’m at the central bar at Katerblau, chill music emanating from the speakers. This area is the calm between the storm of the two main club rooms.
I shove a shot of Berliner Luft to my housemate, Dario. unwitting
“Oh, come on,” he says as he lifts the clear liquid to his nose, “is this mouthwash?”
“How have you been here six months and not had Berliner Luft? Well not to worry, my dove,” I assure him, “it’s Luft, it’s pure, gorgeous air, just for you.”
20.11.17 the south western side of Kottbusser Tor was twinkling with tea lights. I wandered over like a moth to the flames, and witnessed a touching performance in front of Südblock. Südblock and aquarium put together a poignant vigil for the Transgender Day of Remembrance. Honestly, it was only thanks to their loving event that I knew the day existed. Thank you. A vital reminder that we must all be allies to those who need us, and ensure empathy reaches yet farther and farther and farther to bring the world to a better place 💕 .
19.11.17 f’hainer monday blues
Woke up at Ebba’s place; she brought me a coffee and a kiss before leaving to work.
No idea how she managed to get up so early. My body aches from whatever manic moves my drunken self graced the dancefloor with last night, and whatever passions ensued thereafter.
I really must stop this soon—she’s one of my dearest friends, and we’ve gotten into the bad habit of ending up in bed together whenever we go out.
🍑 Occurred 16.11.17 - love you, magnificent darling 😘 xoxo, holly
11.11.17 fuck me already
FUCK IT
i think,
and i pour my lips onto his,
pull his body towards mine,
feel the sweat on the nape of his neck.
his body stiffens at first – did he not expect this move at all? did i misjudge everything? – but he smooths, melts beneath my palms, pure butter, and grabs my waist as if to keep from falling.