Cotton Candy Troll

I have always been somewhat expressive in my choice of hair do. Two years ago I had this Iroquese phase (which is still one of my favorite hair cuts ever) and during that phase I went to Montevideo, Uruguay, for 2 months. So far there goes nothing beyond the kind of looks I got there from the people. Utter incomprehension with pure disgust. A weekend trip to Buenos Aires felt like a two week vacation.
These days I switched to the league of the Cotton Candy trolls. The Zurichians are not the most expressive dressers, but they are used to a variety of different styles. Still I get these “what kind of weird are you”-looks which I reply with a “50 shades of cotton candy weird”-smile. They mostly look hastily to the very interesting floor.
Today a guy thought he recognized me from some Utopia party in Kloten. I just googled the event. It’s a fetish party. Dress code for the next event is Latex – Lack – Leder – Gummi – Fantasy – Kinky – Schoolgirls – Bitches – Gothic – Bizarre Elegance, etc… 
Oh boy.

One Wish

I remember this day one year ago quite nicely. I was on Ko Samui, Thailand, doing a 200 hrs Yoga Teacher Training with Obi Van (no that’s not his real name) and Manuela. It was warm, and sunny, and the hole day was packed with Yoga. I got lots of hugs, a new asana (Viparita Dandasana), prostrations, a swim in the sea, good food, and even a birthday cake.

Which reminds me that my Sai Sin Sacred bracelet is now over a year old. I got it back then from a rather grumpy looking buddhist monk. The thing is a pure fashion item. In neon yellow and neon pink in undestroyable nylon. I would love it if the thing would naturally rot off… But I guess this will take another year. At least.
Anyway. Yesterday I placed a wish onto the thing. Nothing to fancy. Nothing to big. Let’s see.