German Daydreamz

I was just sitting here thinking about my lack of leather and my excess of pleather and then I started doing some phone time with google and all of a sudden I found myself standing in the backyard covered in something that resembled cumin with seven hooded boygirls and a whole lot of tulle.

Needless to say it's just another Monday night of PBS acryllix & Anita Berber really knew how to rock a head tilt (I have so many good things to say about head tilts.)

(FACT! Did you know that in the twenties in Berlin it was a common fetish to eat a hot omelette off a naked prostitute? I think they called it egging or something. Such perverts.)

MONDAY DRAG MOMENT!
Two chix who ALWAYS deliver your German wet dreamz are our loving dreamers



Laura & Kindra, crushes from heaven~~~

If life were a stage they'd be this girl to the pope. And if you're lucky they'll play with your hair. Don't be too jealous either, they're really good at sharing! Now accepting don8ions of flights to Berlin for 2012. What's a New Years without some sinning.

(FACT! All of Western Europe loves the colour dark green.)

Cat Connexion

As we head 2 werk with RAYN, we've all got love on the brain. If you happen to be moved by this girl or her devout love of cats feel free to reach out to her with ur own tearful vid of joy. If only she wasn't so blond we'd be all up in this recruit.

New Colour Scheme

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GOAL LOOK.

Another N Another

(((and the revewes poored in,,,

FROM THE INSIDE
i cannot say enough about my time at [H]OM[o]/e . . . I went in with the intention of helping others to connect at a higher level and help them transition from a bottom to a top (chakra) but found that I myself was the one who connected the most deeply, most often, with so many, again and again and again . . . you're welcome for the experience [H]OM[o]/e!!!

-Erinboo, partner tantric yoga

&THE OUTSIDE

\My friend Hans was in town visiting from Germany and I asked him what he wanted to do or see on our Sunday afternoon. I suggested lunch and he requested something familiar to him as he was sick of "all the fucking pizza and shitty 'beer'" we had consumed thus far. He's German, so I scoped out places on Yelp for a sausage fest that weekend. One result came up called [H]OM[o]/e; this place was all the way over in the Shwick but I figured I owed him a good meal and the only comment for the place was: "Mmmmmm, so good."

Alright, so we show up at the address which looked to be somebody's house, but I've been to stranger bars, so we knocked. This guy opens the door and says, "Yes, hello, can I helps you?" Dude was clearly off the boat from Eastern Europe so Hans said emphatically, "Are you having the sausage fest today?!" His comrade was like, "Noooo, we don't have zee sausages . . . but we do have zee enlightenment. Please comes in and joins us." We both looked at each other, shrugged and followed him inside.

Best. Choice. Ever.

This place is baller. Enlightenment like you wouldn't believe; I'm talkin' zen buddha realizing yourself type shit. For five bucks we got meditation, yoga, affirmations, urine analysis (I'm a 2 on the color chart), artistic expression, immaculate conception and an overall new self. Seriously, you can't even get a slice and a lager for $5.

Turns out Mr. Euroman is actually a doctor (and an awesome one at that) so all of the procedures are totally eastern based instead of our usual pharmaceutical based bullshit western treatments. Yeah, Dr. Dixieboo held it down.

Hans and I spent over two hours there and it was more than worth it. After we wrapped up our little harmony session I could feel my new self sprouting. Fuck yeah.

Your welcome [H]OM[o]/e!

-Anonymous disciple