Oh My God, I had mosquito attack for the last two nights, my skin is pealing all over my back and I can't believe the Smashing Pumpkins CD comes out next week but I probably wont be able to hear it until I'm back in the US!!
Thank God I am only in Florence for one week, unlike last year when I stayed a month. Marcelo is officially the most single track mind I've ever encountered. The guy thinks about his next fuck while he is fucking ( not with me, we are only friends) but seriously he is such a sex addict.. a bit of an alocoholic by my standards, in the tradition that we have, on my first night in florence with him we drink wine and catch up and of course I vomit.
I thought Florence was going to be relaxing after the action in Barcelona but NO. I did hook up with Marcelo (very unusual, since we really are only friends and the last time we had sex was the first time we met four years ago), then there was this really nice guy Rocco, he was something!! he had all the features I look for: beard, wide shoulders, big eyes and amazing kissing. marcelo had to spend the night on the sofa. and then I spend sunday with Marco, a friend of Marcelo's, and his boyfriend of 14 years who in all their 14 years together only had 4 threesomes.. they just had their 5th on Sunday. it was a very cultural day for me, I spoke lots of italian.
marcelo on the other hand is rediculous, me him and marco went to the beach on saturday and then stayed for the beach parties when at 5 in the morning he gives me his car keys to drive myself back to florence since he met a boy he wants to fuck, ofcourse the boy has an older boyfriend who only agreed to the deal if he gets some too! there was no way I will drive after a long night of drinking and dancing for the first time on a road in tuscany for one hour, so I went back with Marco, hence my sunday.
oh my god, gay people in italy gross me out. its like new jersey circa 1995 and as if nothing has happened in the music, fashion or whatever else for the last 12 years. people still actually have blonde tips on their hair, wear tight stretchy shirts and well, undermine their masculinity as much as possible. what a contrast with Barcelona. when I got into florence last week it was after 1 am and it was relatively quiet, then a car passed with a bunch of probably straight italian dudes blasting terrible music, thats when it hit me that I am back in italy, where the guys dress terribly and everybody listens to the worst music possible.
last night went to a Verdi opera and marcelo and his guests joined. so Friday Marcelo's freind Antonella (35ish) and her husband (65ish, with a ZZtop/Gandolf the white look) and their two friends from California arrived and they were to stay at Marcelo's of course. thats why for the last two nights I've been staying at Armando's where I have been attacked by mosquitos. anyway, the California 4 are a very nice group, very interesting for me though, I never actually met anyone who actually does the whole Renaissance Fair business, meaning they live in trailers and travel to fairs where they sell stuff. AMAZING! who would have thought I would finally get to meet such people in Florence, home of the Renaissance. needless to say their company was very pleasant... I learned alot. :)
The video here is from one of my last nights in Barcelona, very tense. Me, Yanis and Freddy hung out all day at the post Sonar beach parties, then were met with two of Freddy's freinds, two older guys. anyway, we finally go to Freddy's Friend's apartment, also an architect like me and Freddy, so its naturally very nice, but the guy seems to be sexually frustrated, the other guy however just keeps smiling at me hoping I would give him some.. anyway, the who night passes and nother sexual happens (thank God) since I would have wanted it to only involve Freddy, Yanis and me not the other two. the video I think captures the tense and strange atmosphere at like 5:30 am at this point, slightly high.
I'm off to Malta in a few hours, really excited.
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