Monday, August 18, 2008
Walk outside and you are covered in sweat. The grit of the city rubs right off onto your clothes. Women hold hands with other women who might actually be men that have recently removed certain parts. Smells of raw fish, fresh spices, car exhaust and lotus flowers. Colors blindingly bright. Devour foods that are so spicy that you cry and sweat, but, this particular sweat cools you off. It's never felt so good and so raw to feel so fucking hot. Sweet smiles from beautiful women, looks of fear from white men who have just bedded those same women for money. Buy a fresh squeezed watermelon juice from a street vendor, the vendor touches you gently and tells you how absolutely beautiful you are. Some people have Paris, I've got Bangkok.