gah!

gah...

india

gah blows my fucking mind on a daily basis - especially when the villagers think that its ok to throw green powder on me - no wait, i mean when they think its ok to smear green powder all over my person, yeah and then they thought dousing me in colored water would be an acceptable follow up.

what the fuck?

or when you are told the whole time that sexuality is taboo in india and that there is no casual sex, no premarital whopee or no out of wedlock getting it on and then this group of indians show up at the ashram you are living at with bottles of beer and wine and one of them is drop dead gorgeous with a light purple sash, over thin cotton pants, tied around her hips and bleached blond roots of dark brown hair, and a tattoo and you think fuck - or more accurately you start drooling cause you havent touched anything warm and responsive to caress in two months - and then it turns out that there is casual sex and you get to watch the sun rise after an evening of brown meets white.

the fuck indeed.

things are going well here, the third paper is done and then the independent study gets bumping which means that i can do whatever the fuck i want for two weeks; research sex workers and thier autonomous organizations fighting for rights, livelihood, and self respect. or i can spend it with wendy as we explore the boundaries of non verbal cross cultural communication.

ok kid - my head is about to roll. id better go drink some tea.

shaking those pom poms
demetrius