Berghain as a snow-enby

I’m glad to make friends in queue. They tell me that they like my vibe And they help me move from time to time. They say „How you present is up to you.“. A flirt, a smooch. I get called queer and cool. It’s all part of the process, the longing and waiting. I tell them about my hobbies, drag and ice skating. Here my skin doesn’t matter, my speckles of coal. We hit the door. A grim look musters my face. „What’re you here for?“ - „A mere dance, so to say.“ „Packing any drugs?“ - „Would beta-carotene pass?“ „Fine, have fun on the floor.“ - and so I slid into the night. Flashing lights equalize bodies. They all flow in shapelessness. Bass drums shake bones and snow crystals alike. Got lost in hotties, felt more, felt less, felt alive.