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EXBERLINER Issue 153, October 2016

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COLUMN— The Gay Berliner<br />

Letter to<br />

gay Touris<br />

Walter Crasshole empties his fag bag and vents<br />

on the issues of the day. This month: queer<br />

tourist do’s and don’ts.<br />

Summer has officially drawn to a close and with it, the end of<br />

tourist hook-up season. In some ways, I’ll be sad. And in a<br />

lot of ways, I’m shitting rainbows of happiness at all the stuff<br />

I won’t have to put up with for at least the next six months. Like<br />

that message on Grindr from “English visitor” I got in early September:<br />

“I want you to breed me,” with an accompanying picture<br />

of his asshole. That’s often a not-so-subtle code for chemsex: fucking<br />

on drugs like crystal meth or GHB without a rubber. “I don’t do<br />

drugs,” I told him – which is a lie, but I knew where this was going.<br />

And subsequent messages proved me right. I’m not the judgmental<br />

type – if that’s your thing, that’s your thing. But the truth is,<br />

I rarely get that kind of message in Berlin unless it’s high tourist<br />

season. Seems that visitors get the wrong impression from reading<br />

too much of the “gay sex mecca” hype! So on that note, here’s an<br />

open letter to next summer’s batch of Touris.<br />

Dear gay tourist: Welcome to our city. You make it brighter and<br />

more diverse, and are the lifeblood of much of our economy. Many<br />

of you don’t remain tourists for very long and decide to stay, contributing<br />

to the colourful shimmery fabric that makes Berlin different.<br />

On a gayer note, you fill up my Grindr grid so it’s not just the<br />

same 12 guys at Kottbusser Tor every night. That said, you’re not a<br />

Berliner yet, and it wouldn’t kill you to keep a few things in mind...<br />

Germans, and by extension Berliners, are a punctual folk. Assimilate<br />

a little and instead of trying to make a sex date for between<br />

6-9pm (or am!): commit, damn it. We’re not waiting on an IKEA<br />

desk delivery.<br />

I expect that you have a job back home, so why don’t you expect<br />

we have one here? I know it’s a common myth that we don’t work,<br />

but we do. So just because we were up until dawn Saturday night/<br />

Sunday morning, don’t get butthurt that I can’t meet at 2am<br />

Wednesday night.<br />

Be upfront about leaving the next day. Berliners may be hard,<br />

and its gays nonchalant about dating, but this isn’t just a petting<br />

zoo. Letting me know that you have a plane to catch in 18 hours<br />

informs how we play the game.<br />

Our lives don’t revolve around Berghain. Do you really need to<br />

spend all your time in the world’s most famous darkroom? How<br />

about a walk down Engeldamm? Even if romance isn’t in the cards,<br />

we can always duck into a bush.<br />

And chemsex: I’ve seen the documentary. I’m for whatever<br />

substances you indulge in, but at the same time, I’ve no desire to<br />

see Berlin turn into London. Otherwise I’d live in London, being<br />

a banker during the week and slamming tina come Friday. Berlin’s<br />

got its own kind of hedonism. Luckily, it seems our two cities have<br />

different ideas about being “open-minded” (another strangely<br />

ironic code for chemsex).<br />

And I’ve got an open mind for you, kids. Come, play, socialise<br />

and fraternise, build new communities and enjoy our city. Just<br />

don’t be an asshole. Or send me any more snapshots of yours. ■<br />

Learning<br />

german!<br />

goethe.de/berlin<br />

OCTOBER <strong>2016</strong><br />

Sprache. Kultur. Deutschland.

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