You have to learn to bark like a dog on your knees
before entering Medusa – the queer party of the town
while the reception guy holds the leash and bites your ear.
Inside the bar, everything glitters, teeth or genitals,
and a naked DJ leads the beat – psychedelic, techno,
or whatever tunes that make you wiggle your butts.
“If you want to go to Medusa, you have to know what to expect“
She is an ancient queen bitch that hurts !
Her gaze makes you hard as a rock!
Can you feel her pulsating in your blood?
“If you go to Medusa, you’ll be born anew”
Life is born in the boisterous universe
of a glory hole for boys in heels and leather.
and a badass girl wears a strap-on.
“If you don’t leave Medusa until late, you’ll know our pride“
The artistic mix of art, music, and sexuality where men exchange
mysterious body fluids. On the flyers that rain down
a proud daddy is fisting a turkey.
You have to learn to be a proper queen in Medusa, subverting
every norm in three hours, or four if you dare
and be dirty.
But the dawn comes with forces that melt the glitters.
(fake glitters that cling to the chest and burn through you)
Spent, you walk out into a nameless crowd.
Out there on a difference boulevard,
people brandished their truncheons on us,
we cried, we bled,
two of us arrested for violating the public order.
we had the rainbow in our hands.