DAY EIGHTEEN of MySexLifeInParis

Day One With My Friend Butch

Butch and I go back a long time… a time when we were two young kids without job and education, but with lot of dreams. Years passed, we changed: I lost my teen kilos, he lost hair, we got bitter and believe it a proof of our maturity, though people still accuse us for being kids; our education was beautiful, but inappropriate as a premise for a job we want and the dreams.. yes they are the same.. as if to remind us daily that nothing really changed.

A part from OurSexLifeInParis what we want the most in the world is to work. But it is hard. You hear often successful people lament for not having collage education, people going back to school to get diploma in order to go ahead with their carrier. We mourn over having a diploma: if we could of just invested all those years starting at the bottom and than slowly building up just as every other ignorant person, if we just were not so skilled and intelligent in general what perspectives would open in front of us.

But, we are so God dam superior that you just have to live with it. And as a number one losers we pass time scheming new wining moves for the victory. For example it never happens to us not to be even invited for the job interview. To own the truth before failing we succeed: we make three to four interviews – with the human resources, with the department’s manager, with the financial manager and a phone call interview of we are sorry we don’t need your services, but we’ll have you in mind as soon as some vacancy opens in our cleaning and garbage department.

Butch recently made all these interviews in top magazines and top TV channels and it is decided that in shortage of any real work experience in his CV there will be one page of full description of all the interviews he made it to: '- No, I never worked as TV producer, but I made four interviews for the position of second assistant to the assistant of one very important TV producer. - So, you got the job? - No, but I went to four interviews.'

You are kindly invited to comment on the pros and cons of this strategy. Thanks. P.S. We are anyway going to do it.

When we are not dreaming about super great jobs we go to visit museums. This time it was the turn of the Museum of the embankment Branly. What can you expect from a museum that is named after its address? A bunch of objects looking the same, meaning the same: against the rain, for the rain, against the devil, for the good spirit.... So, it is a museum of the arts of primitive people. But they’ve also put things of not so primitive people. It is so difficult to decide who is primitive and who is not, so that at the end the definition of the museum is geographical: the museum of the extra European art.

Luckily the architecture is beautiful. As soon as we arrived we visited the restaurant at the open that looked great and also presented couple of interesting male subjects that we could not but admire, so that the actual visit of the place was continuously postponed for the later hour. I still remember one of the finest examples of the human male gender with whom we even entered in conversation, but that left just because Butch did not made it crystal clear that he is not my boyfriend. Later we went to the shop and bought him a silk scarf to underline the obvious and open the road to our mutual multiply conquests.

The thing that knocked us both at this museum was the most amazing theatre venue. I breathe hard and my tong tangles as I think of it. The following pictures will not really help you to
understand and feel it. You just have to believe us.



So, in this museums a part from the 1004884 thousand wood masks you can also see:

Smiley penises much more to the point and cuter than the Obelisks.

Grand Fishermen

Copt Ethiopian middle ages frescos that are something special in their kind.

The Arab theater of the shadows: this theatre practice has been taken from India and became very popular in the 16^th century Turkey with a repertoire featuring a new cast of characters. It was often used as a means of social and political satire.

In the evening we went to the ‘exotic’ area of Paris, visited some strange clubs, saw a lot of interesting things and it is a real shame that I forgot my camera at home and can’t share that experience with the rest of you.