Berlin-
Last night I dangled my feet over the edge of the Silver Future. A place I had only dreamed of. Where the menu apologizes for the capitolism of their business and pledges to kick out anyone who hinders the comfort of the queers between its bright pink walls. A place dripping with femmenine charm with its gender queer pin up calender, chandeliers, lace and shiney fabrics... not to mention the glitter on the tables. A sign above the bar reads `Congratulations you have just left the heteronormative sector´and to the right there is a print of Audre Hepburn to which someone has added a fuzzy mustache. Every night that I leave my house I go out searching for this place and never find it. Everyone is quirky and transitory but happy and snacks dangle on a pulley from the ceiling. The beer is cheap and the drinks are printed on unicorn paper in a children's book. A preface defines the word ´Zweigeschlechtlichkeit´(gender binary in German). The sign at the entrance of this collectively owned bar from my dreams, right here in Berlin reads- Welcome Kings and Queens and Queer Criminals.
Now if only they had dancing...
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