painting: stone hedwig

Hedi Mohr, march 2011

super moon

“The man with the strange hat finally reached me.

“Are you a tranny or is it just a costume?” I had a thought, just  for a minute.

“Neither… nor…!”

“ Oh I didn’t want to offend you in anyway.”

 I didn’t feel offended, just pissed by another stupid guy in this fucking amazing city called Berlin. He was actually in his midthirties, wearing strange hats. Well it was obviously a costume party. Nevertheless, I could swear he was also wearing it to grab some coffee at the bakery in the morning every day. I just came how I was, with my garter belt on and a nice black T-shirt-dress-thingy I designed myself when I felt bored at home. Not a costume at all, just a great outfit to go out and feel fabulous. So both of us didn’t wear costumes, I guess.

“I used to live in Hamburg near to the Reeperbahn. I know a few trannies and have no problem with this…”

Me neither, in fact. That was the moment a got my bag, my pelt and decided to just go to bed. Was I supposed to explain myself to some mad hatter, who wasn´t even cute or hot or my type and from whom I could not expect to take me to his flat and give me a blowjob? No, didn’t think so.

Actually I had this performance before, at the Gallery Studio ST.ST. The place to be. The underground art scene. A tranny – “hell & heaven” at the same time. Two rooms and a half of wisdom, fame, art, glitter and dust with the very famous host – Juwelia Soraya performing her well-known beauty dance in the window, thus attracting people from outside. When she is showing off her man-broobs, the crowd goes wild. Always remember Andy Warhol :“Three´s a crowd”.

7 o´clock. Juwelia stares out of the window. I´m having my first Gin Tonic singing “The man I love”. Which man? Who is going to kiss the boy with the garter belt? Nobody. Im sober and wanna drink as much as I can. Maybe then I could make out with another drunken jewish girl at the purim party tonight!

3 hours and two pink Sekts later we are still alone sitting on pink plush chairs. Actually the place really looks like a bad whorehouse. We so have to add a red light outsight, I proposed. Then finally guest entered. Our very own patients support group for outsiders and weirdoes has finally opened its doors. And a few minutes later the worst case entered the plush hell: Mr. C. – very drunk. Within a few minutes he had shown off his large penis and danced with the floor lamp. What a night.

After having my show with the piano and some Kurt Weill songs and some more drinks I found out that there was no tonic water left. So I mixed the Sekt with the Gin. Then I left with some American friends for the purim party.

I really enjoyed dancing in this rather small and crowded place but actually there was nobody, no man, paying attention to me.  So I went outsight having a cigarette watching the super moon. She, the moon, was closer than ever to the earth since twenty years. Sad enough, that I won´t have sex with anybody this special night. Smoke got in my eyes and glanced at the man with the strange hat.