I have a fixation for foreigners. Beautifully bizarre, authentically weird; it's so stimulating to be within the presence of something else. I crave new concepts, new cinema, new cuisine, new culture. I should tattoo the word "xenocentric" on one of my ribs.
Let's make love upside-down
Let's dance to music without a melody
Let's wear something strange
My love/lust for the unknown is driven by the discovery of similarities. In spite of our cultural and aesthetic differences, its amazing to find things that draws us together. So many things remind me that we all can be traced back to Pangaea.
Laughter pervades language
Smiling can be severely involuntary
We're all pink and throbbing on the inside