Das uns Mädels immer wieder vermeintlich wohl wollend unterstellt wird, dass wir im Gegensatz zu Männern keine animalischen Drecksluder sind und wir - wenn wir uns aber so darstellen - dies nur aus verzweifeltem Anerkennungswunsch tun find ich anmaßend und anstrengend. Wir sind also nicht auch böse, schlecht, triebgesteuert, egoistisch, impulsiv, manipulativ, vergnügungssüchtig, kurzdenkend & laut? Wow. What high expectations to live up to.
I just met The Happy Dancer.
I met The Happy Dancer first on stripper-web, the virtual place I like to hang most besides facebook and youporn. She replied to some old post of mine that said ‘German dancer looking for travelbuddy’. She had just moved to Berlin and asked if I wanted to catch up sometime. Always keen to meet girls who share my interest in sleazy career paths I said “Yes, sure!”. I say “Yes, sure!” a lot, knowing I will most likely not commit to it. But this time I did.
Arrogantly assuming that a tourist would be fine with just any place, I suggested a bar just around the corner from where I live. I get so comfortable these days. I hate it. Another reason to take off again soon. “You will be recognizing me wearing green shorts and a blue bag” she said in her last message. “And you will spot me from my leo-leggings”, I replied.
I didn’t immediately spot Amanda. I saw a girl sitting a few tables away, all by herself and looking towards the entrance of the bar. She had long blonde hair and did carry a blueish woolen bag. But she seemed way too innocent and normal to be a girl that bends down naked for single dollar-bills. Surely she was just waiting for her boyfriend to return from the bathroom. Or maybe he went in to ask for the address of some popular Berlin sight they planned on checking out after their coffee. Eastside Gallery or this cool Karaoke event in this Park everyone talks about. But her boyfriend didn’t come back. Instead she shyly attempted a smile when she saw me looking at her. I smiled back. She got up and came towards me. I got up too. “Is it You?” I asked . “Yes, hi!” She smiled in a way only a happy dancer could and we hugged. And now I also could see those green shorts.
To be continued? Yes, sure.
I am just having my ITunes playlist on shuffle, wiggling and buzzing around the house, as I am hearing some un-identifiable girly chitchat which clearly isn’t part of a music track. It takes me quite a while to realize that it is a voice memo I must have accidentally taken during my last Paris Striptrip and it is hilarious! Here is an excerpt of something that must have made sense at the time:
Stripper 1: I want to find a guy
Stripper 2: Yeah but you know, it was Cicciolina the Ungarian porn star who had the sex with a horse
Stripper 3: Yeah last time I say to a guy and he says I have a horse and I really have sex
Stripper 1: There is a big scandal in the UK right now where they eat horses.
This weekend I had a performance during the 48h Neukölln Art Festival in Berlin. While I danced on a rooftop of an apartment block by the canal - dressed in nothing, gold and pink - the audience was watching from a balcony on the other side of the water. While we were separated by water, space and height I could still hear and feel their reactions which was exciting and fun.
Here is an article about the event:
And a video below.