All Is Fair in Love & War
Under the Mercer was a little club, and in this little club used to spin the heavily tattooed, pretty dismal but hideously attractive DJ I was obsessed with for months and months and weeks and weeks, coast to coast LA to Chicago etc. We go listen to him one more time, and this really hot Italian boy manages to distract me from my primary target. A couple of vodka tonics later I realize I'm deep in pleasurable conversation with a fascist. A real one. This is the new breed of perfectly camouflaged 30something hipsters, who reject anti-semitism and are really well read. My indignant communist heart beats faster. The barricades go up, the rhetorical molotovs fly. He admits: I never thought I could be into a leftist chick. I confess: I never imagined I could like a fucking fascist. Our kiss is electrifying, the sex even more so. Before returning to our fatherland he leaves me 1. a huge bruise on my thigh, so I’ll think of him when it aches 2. all his info and 3. an invitation to spend the summer on his boat. I hate to say this, but I actually missed him.
11 comments:
Tendrías que haberlo matado mientras dormía.
la mata hari que llevo adentro lo consideró
pero era tan lindo....
Si la mata hari se dejo convencer, tendria que haberlo hecho la roja furiosa.
Ojo que la próxima parada es Charlotte Rampling en "Portero de noche".
barban es el único que me entiende...es MI PELI FAVORITA
every woman adores a fascist:
the boot in the face, the brute
brute heart of a brute like you...
hail sylvia/stef xoxoxox
Emocionante. Pasión y cuestión de clase.
me imaginé que ibas a apreciar este post Chirac...
bueh, tampoco creas que soy así de previsible.
PS: También me encantan las fotos de tu depto.
Chirac
cuando te decidis para el canje humanitario te mando más fotos ....es enorme....très très grand.....
te aseguro que si fuese un poquito mas facil esto de arreglarse la vida para hacer paris-ba, ya estaba alla cerrando nuestro contrato de canje humanitario, sea primavera, verano, otonio o invierno (aunque lo que mejor le viene a Paris es mayo-junio).
PS: estos teclados sin enies...
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