BCN: Samuel and the park outside Sagrada Familia. (2007)

There is a park where he gets his kicks. A park of men, sweat and pubic hair; where jism lies on the tops of bushes made from meat and under the soil of adults. Any night of day he can enter this park where grown men wait in the jaws of shadows and size each other up for positive requests. Affirmative actions penetrate henceforth. Upon arrival one seeks a mate and they lead one another off – between bushes – to feel that certain fraternal glory found – between buttocks – discovered by a certain breed of male. All the while…these bushes, this park…spreads itself opposite the holiness of Sagrada Familia – a European artist’s Mecca, a Catholic’s eternal work-in-progress, a tourist’s photo opportunity. And any hour of night between the hands of strangers and fingers of loose gentlemen can Samuel park himself besides a shady nest and satisfy an often drunken stance where afterwards…one walks alone across the road, slightly beyond the park, back home.

Such simple, free pleasure does not appear to exist in the straight man’s world. Overground lust has its price, underground virtue is free. We pay for our ‘benefits,’ our swollen vices. We play a very deluded game of makeups and dilemmas. And in moments where plates are offered upon a very clear tray we pay for it later with a deteriorating guilt, unless you are wise, or stupid. All else is propaganda. Sex is death and death is fear and fear is sedation and sedation is a subtle form of torture and torture is a subtle form of sex.

Meanwhile…Samuel is tucked up in bed and sound asleep. Tomorrow morning he’ll be up and teaching students how to teach and the face he saw in the park will softly fade out into the crowd, as he’ll do the same in another fifteen hours. There are many voids in the earth where we get ourselves stuck in and caught in a directional vacuum. An era of granted desires. We may as well abuse the right once we have been given it, explore how dark and sinful we can truly get until we sicken ourself. Some places you will stay and become addicted to coke, watch women strip in cheap bars and fumble yourself on the bus ride home, and just as likely there are the other places where you will teach people the greatest things and they will teach you, where the whole village is your family and every day is biblical. There are places in the world where we can grow, blossom and become righteous. There are places where even the vilest maggot can evolve into a genuine Shaman and bless the locals with his holy touch.

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