Closing the Tour in a Crisscrossing Night.

Yeah, in 2008, I have indeed come full circle, and back in drag to see what´s on the slab... was ready to make it here, in Berlin, for one first and last time, and one time only, in the place that started it all. Six years crisscrossing borders, five continents, 24 frames per second and a couple of broken hearts later, including mine, back at the Schwuz in Berlin to pack it all into one evening only!

A show to break the surface and fathom the depths of Océan.... Beyond every horizon, the ebb and flow between the poles. Creation and destruction. Serenity and ferociousness. Male and female. Fluidity embodied. Abandon all borders, you who enter, and be ready to be swept away... Refuse to be contained. Stretch your comfort zone!

All the acts which had travelled around the globe with me plus all roles, all characters, all genders, all the best in a flamboyant CrissCrossing night with family & friends, and YEAH they were nearly all here at the Schwuz, came from Brussels, Hanover, London, Paris, Sao Paolo, for one night or one week. Oh gosh guys you made my day, well my night, so thank you so much for that celebration over the all borders!

Amaury came to help me remember these moments... Thank you so much, amor! ;-)

Getting ready... for the first show above one full hour!

First part was all about love...

.. premiering "Slow" on my skin...

... the second part was completely between the genders...

... and the third part was going far beyond the borders!

... nearly burnt the Schwuz down with La Bombe Humaine...

... to complete the show by fucking lookism!!!!!!!!!

Bayangkan hiduplo... @ Q! Indonesia ;-)

What a welcome. It remembered me of Zurich Airport, warmly welcoming the French - for whatever reason -.. it is the first time in the tour the first words I read are: DEATH PENALTY. I have to think about the questionnaire I had to complete before entering the Indonesian territory: are you carrying film material? are you importing pornographic items to the country? Well. Is a stuffer pornographic? A dildo? A harnass? Is a multimedia show burnt on DVD a film? Shall I cross yes or no? I let you guess :-) at any case: I managed to get in easier than in Israel!!

Jakarta is a HUGE traffic jam in a pre-national-day fever... I thought I knew what it means to drive like mad after my experience in Sri Lanka, but there is obviously always a possibility for improvement on this earth.. :-) It is stricly speaking possible to go by foot, but practically impossible. At any case: any transportation from A to B necessitates half an hour at least, wherever you go, better: one hour. For sure if I write a song on Jakarta, it will be about the traffic...

Actually, no! it will be about the LADIES'FLOOR of the fully booked hotel. I tried to explain to the receptionnist that it might be quite a hassle to have a room on a floor where no man is allowed, with a female security guard taking care of any unwelcomed visitor with a beard and an obviously masculine outfit - there is no other possibility for me than to ask for a specific escort to go to my room on the 15th floor. Every night!!! The Ladies' Floor :-) Do I look like a Lady? The security Guard decides than NO, pretty much like everybody here adressing me as a man, if I wear a beard or none - this is not a relevant indicator any more here. Or not a sufficient one ;-)

But still, quite a lot of participants have been enrolling for the king's workshop. Concentrated faces. Humourous questions. Excellent mood. Serious work. Guys, you really made my eve on that day!

Before leaving for Bali and more fun, more screenings, more parties, a huge party has been organized to close the Java part of the Q! Festival... I was too glad to make the first Drag King Show on the Island that evening, in the most beautiful location on the Beach, the Segara... before we all drunk too much of that interesting cocktail and went crazy on the dance floor under the fireworks, the moon... and the fog.