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That’s the Spirit.


The spirit is to never give up.
The spirit is to never back down.
The spirit is to always breathe slow when there’s no way out.

The spirit is to fall and get back up again.
The spirit is to smile even though you feel like hell.

The spirit is to rise even though you feel like fading.
The spirit is to show yourself even though you feel like hiding.

The spirit is to never say never.
The spirit is to always remember.
The spirit is to tell yourself how beautiful you are…
…even thought they may tell you you’re not.

The spirit is to fail and lose.
The spirit is to live and bruise.

The spirit is to cry and let it go.
The spirit is to see what life has given to you.

The spirit is to fall and get back up again.
The spirit is to smile even though they give you hell.

That is the spirit.
That is who you are.
A dreamer.
A fighter.

XOXO

Mr.StrictlyIntimate

[written by Mr.StrictlyIntimate]

Designing a Happy Home [Part II]


Update of: On the Hunt (for the Perfect Apartment) [Part I]

Life doesn’t prepare us for most of the things we have to face throughout growing up and becoming an educated, distinguished, stylish, self-confident, reliable and independent adult. Not just to fit into this society where we have to find our special place but also to satisfy a feeling deep inside of us. The feeling of searching for who you really are and developing this special character and of course, relationship to oneself as well as proving to ourselves that we can stand alone, make it all by ourselves and be great at everything we do. Because if you live this life with grace, class and attitude you can rock it! And that is what I tend to do – keep on rocking this life and living it with all my heart and love and dedication.

the perfect couch

So I sit here with my dinner, a glass of red wine (haven’t had a glass of wine in three months!), Sex and the City: The Movie 2 being deeply occupied with thoughts of furniture and decorating. I am moving next week – well not moving but starting to by decorating the apartment I am renting starting Monday. I am getting the vibe of a lot of different emotions right now – there is a part of great excitement and curiosity as well as a bit of a weird feeling for knowing that starting on Monday it will be just me wherever I look. BUT the deepest and most frightening thought is related to my furniture if I can speak honestly. And let’s face it – this is my blog and here I fucking do what I want. That is why you love me, don’t you?

Sex and the City Bed

Today I went furniture pre-shopping hunting for the perfect couch to be the center space of my living room and the perfect bed which is going to be the heart piece of my bedroom. So there I was at Leiner GmbH looking all over the place for something architectural, classy, sophisticated, pure and highly geometrical. I read in a very good book (Designs for a Happy Home by Matthew Reynolds) that ‘a sofa can be a bit like a boat. […] You can curl up in it and drift away: reading, or talking to someone who is also curled up in it, or simply dozing off to sleep.’ Throughout my phases of growing up trying to find my place (which I still haven’t quite figured out to be purely sincere with you) I have always been moving around but this time it will be the very first time to have a place just for myself where I have the say in all the furniture, where I pay the rent and the gas bills, where I do the grocery shopping (okay – I will try to trade Burberry shopping for grocery shopping. That is all I can do. Try.) and where I can come home and somedays just do not have to talk to someone and be quietly listening to music, or sitting down keeping on working, or enjoying a glass of Bombay Sapphire Gin with ice and a slice of lemon.

Couch

At least that is what I am looking for but from signing the rental contract on Monday to pre-purchasing (the sequel) on Wednesday and purchasing furniture on Friday and/or Saturday and moving in are entire Gucci collections. So all I have to do is work myself through leather pants and Gucci blouses until I finally have the perfect couch and perfect bed to work around the decoration act.

Wish me luck. And you should know, there is definitely a part III to come upon you. Be prepared.

XOXO

Mr.StrictlyIntimate

Happy Birthday to ME!


the 3rd Birthday

Yeah, that’s right – two birthday posts in a row. How sweet is that my dear, dear readers? Yesterday R turned 25 and today Mr.StrictlyIntimate turns three years. You got it right… this blog is three years old and bigger, better and bolder than ever.

I have grown so much throughout this three years – I became a better me and this blog became a better version of itself every single month. So, here’s to three more years. Or maybe even thirty more years. One never knows. Let’s memorize what has been but celebrate what will come – sex stories published, hearts broken, reputations ruined, lives destroyed, secrets told, tears shed, phenomenal fashion worn and love stories developed. There is so much to come and so much to look forward to. But, here’s a promise – no matter what happens to this blog or me I will always be thankful for those three years where you and me laughed over Martinis, cried over boys (and girls), celebrated friendships and ate late dinners after partying hard. You, my dear reader, and me, fabulously glittery gay Mr.StrictlyIntimate, we are a united front against bad taste; men who act like assholes; women who act like bitches and all those lame damn liars out there who try to take us down.

I am there for you as well as you were there for me.
Always and unconditionally.
Thank you for three fabulous years – I could not be honored more to have YOU as a reader.

XOXO

Mr.StrictlyIntimate

Tableaux Vivant.


Checking my mails. Going through my work mails, my private ones and my Mr.StrictlyIntimate mails – 6 mails accounts. The good news – I always appear to be busy because mails just float it. The bad news – it is hard to concentrate on private mails when work occupies me to 98 percent of my time.

21st of March. Mr.StrictlyIntimate’s mail account. An invitation to an event that sounds very intriguing since I am quite an art fan. Tableaux Vivant – a fabulous set by Lukas Gansterer & Pigeon Disco; an extraordinary night by Bombay Sapphire at WUK/Kunsthalle Exnergasse (Währingerstraße 59, 1090 Vienna, Austria).

What exactly is Tableaux Vivant one might ask oneself? Well, relatively easily explained Tableaux Vivant denotes the portrayal of an opus of paintings and sculptures through living figures. The official founder of this particular niche is Madame de Genlis who was the governess of the children of Duke of Orleans.

At the event I attended on March 28th Viennese artists, designers and musicians (protagonists were: Anna Aichinger, Peter Garmusch, Natascha Hochenegg, Markus Jagersberger, Mato Johannik, Laura Karasinski, Mario Neugebauer, Rade Petrasevic, Nicholas Platzer, G. Rizo, Jimmy Zurek, Hanna Putz) were arranged in a vivid picture supported by a fabulous bar hosted by Bombay Sapphire (in my opinion the best Gin existing – and the most beautiful bottle actually. Note to myself: Buy two bottles for decoration!) The whole scene was being put into the perfect light by photographer Lukas Gansterer and the legendary Styling-Duo Pigeon Disco.

When I entered the whole scene I was one of the first to arrive so I had the chance of observing minutes of preparation and people entering and filling the loft like space one shiny pair of shoes at a time. I was sitting with wonderfully looking Lena on a very comfortable black leathered couch looking at the photographer, the stylists and the whole setting of people vividly moving and having a lot of fun. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to stay through the whole scenery but what I saw was amazing and very enjoyable – not just the inspiring artistic process but also all the people eagerly ready to participate in what was a very fresh and new thing for Vienna and its artistic scene.

I sincerely and dearly hope that Vienna keeps moving forward like this because there are a lot of things still missing in this country. This was one good step from Paris to here, so keep it up and keep the art events coming.

XOXO

Mr.StrictlyIntimate

Berlin, Berlin…you are so wonderful Berlin – can I come back to you again and will you embrace me then? [Season Finale]


Happening right now: I am sitting at Starbucks while it is raining in the streets of Vienna – drinking my usual triple shot latte macchiato with soy milk – extra hot and typing this lines in remembrance of a wonderful vacation and a hard’n’heavy road trip that made a lot of fun… so here is what everyone has been waiting for since I have started writing the journey… the End.

Sunday 17th – 4:35 pm

I sit here at the airport waiting for the boarding of my flight back to my home country Vienna… it was an adventurous trip in Berlin…three days… and above all I forgot my fucking ID…the one thing everyone actually needs when traveling out of the boarders of their home country. I really wonder how I could have been that silly because everyone who knows me perfectly well is aware of the fact that I never forget anything if it is important. But well as it seems even I have my little flaws. Or some big issues as well as it turned out when K and I were talking more intimate than ever before on Thursday – the night before ‘road trip’-ing to Berlin, but please, let me start at the beginning of these three days.

Thursday – night. 11.30 pm (actually right after coming home from cinema watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II). The house of K and her mother C. The night before traveling to Berlin.

We sat in the garden with a glass of wine and some salad her mother made for our journey. I knew that this talk would be more deep from the moment on K said ‘Hey, I think we have to have a little talk – I need to tell you some things’. As it turns out this was more like some kind of therapy lesson for me as well as for her for I told her everything about me. Things no one ever made me tell. Things that were hidden as deeply as they hurt for they nevertheless were past and therefore and something I actually mostly try to forget or just forgive from time to time. It was something , I have never told anyone before for I did never believe that theses secrets would matter anyhow at any given point of time. But as it turned out they mattered more than I even dared to believe myself.
Non the less I will not talk about this stuff here and now because it is pre-self-respective-me-time and pre-self-conscious-mrstrictlyintimate. This blog is a future forward, new age thinking diary for me, a platform where I talk about everything that happens here and now or maybe even in some time ahead but right now, it doesn’t really feel like being right to me to talk about private past stuff. Maybe in a book one day. I do believe this would be the perfect material for a book about the hidden depths of a human psyche.

As I sat there with K talking my heart and my soul out I wondered if I should stick to my usual motto – if two can keep a secret then one of them is dead – but I decide that I couldn’t trust K any more than I already do so I just talk and talk and talk. And it somehow feels really good.

Friday 6:00 am – the early bird catches the worm – the early Mr.StrictlyIntimate catches everything AFTER he got his seven cups of coffee and wears a glittering and glamorous outfit.

C brings us to the train to Regensburg where we will meet up with someone who is a complete stranger to the both of us found by K on a website called mitfahrgelegenheit.de but as it turns out this is the kind of stuff everyone does in our society. Several people told me about this site and I have to admit that it felt weird to wait for someone you do not know at all driving you to a destination without making you a slave or a prostitute. It is actually quite refreshing that there still are somewhat trustworthy people out there.

We arrived in Berlin with a few stops and well we were alive and our driver actually has been a pretty nice guy – so no complaint just pure joy we actually made it to Berlin. Once we got out of the car and said goodbye to Fritz (yeah right – some joking automatically aroused because of the name and a certain Austrian guy everyone around the world knows by know starting with Fritz and ending with -l…but I do not give any hints here who it actually is.)

Annemarie (thank God we met Annemarie – a wonderful, sparkling, bright and so fashionable young woman) picked us up to bring me save to her home (in Potsdam – so beautiful!) and to give me the opportunity to get rig of clothes and jumping into a new pair of Levi’s Jeans, a white Diesel T-Shirt, my gray Zara cardigan and my black satin Petar Petrov Jacket adding my Swarovski crystal necklace and my Boxfresh sneakers to complete the outfit. I looked good and I was ready to be taken to a fantastic, open minded and entertaining party – a student party! The best I have ever had but that could have been the shot of adrenaline being produced by the thought of me finally being in Berlin – whole, alive and all dressed up in hot couture.

Saturday: 4.15 am – on the way home. Well, hers not mine. Of course.

Though I have been up for almost 24 hours I have to say that I do not feel any kind of exhaustion yet but just the thrill of what is coming up to us on the next day of visiting Berlin.
Once we entered the Berlin scenario of living and eating and breathing and dressing I happened to meet a point where I inadequately realized that everything is more fashionable in Berlin – that everything rocks and everyone glams and everthing else just had a fucking awesome attitude. I felt great and I felt so at home (though realizing I forgot something actually very important for my way back home to Vienna – my fucking passport where I look like a fucking overdressed Nazi – though I actually do not quite know why, but with the bold head and the jacket that looks like a bomber jacket on the picture one could actually mistake me for someone that I am absolutely not – above all… why do they had to put the Austrian stamp right over my bright pink tie?! I believe this tie would have saved everything bringing me back to the all gay – all good – all harmless spotlight!).

As we sat in a restaurant for dinner K, AM and her friend tried to enlighten my mood which swung from overwhelmingly lucky being in Berlin to calling my self a fucking idiot for forgetting something as essential as my passport – it did not help, though I felt calmer and better after talking to the embassy and the police – who both ensured me that I will somehow make it to Vienna (even if they had to hid me in a Burberry Suitcase – well it is not what they said, but that is what I have heard and imagined from their words!).

Saturday: 9.00 pm – ready to party the gay way? Well, no. Not quite.

As we decided, when I arrived in Berlin, that we definitely had to pay a visit to the gay scene, we were all as keen as mustard to check out the hot guys. But then, in the end we did not because we decided that we should use the last night in Berlin to order Pizza, talk about stuff like fashion, makeup and weird friends that were just being made and born for our own amusement. And so we sat and laugh and ate the grossest Pizza I have ever heard of that turned out to be the best one I have ever had in my mouth… guys. Still talking about pizza here and it was a hot dog pizza – Pizza base with sausage, onions, cocktail gherkin and mustard. Damn that was delicious.

Sunday: 1.30 am – still wide awake. Just me. But anyhow being awake doesn’t change its status just because I was all by myself though one might have been able to call it a single night in bed – just like every night seems to be but who complains?

Sunday: 12.00 pm – Brunch with Phil Meinwelt, AM and Richard. So funny, so entertaining and so delicious. I believe the four of us had the nicest brunch one could have. I definitely have to point out that AM is the funniest girl I have ever met in my entire life. She is a born entertainer.
After eating and after a big fauxpas made by the waiter… when we paid he really looked at me and seriously asked ‘do you pay lonesome’ – I looked at him unsure of either to slap him or to say ‘honey, in the evenings my bed never is lonesome!’ … but I went for – I pay on my own because I am able to afford everything I want since I am a hard working single gay guy waiting for anyone to show up trying to show him that love isn’t just a fucking made up myth created by Walt Disney to keep us entertained while struggling with life so NO I do not pay lonesome I pay fucking happy SINGLEISH! Well, I did not say that either. But in my head I did. And my friends saw this in my eyes. I paid. We left. For good.

Sunday 3.10 pm – saying goodbye with a heavy hard. It is time for me to say goodbye to little K and her wonderful friend Lilly! AM and I go to the airport, me breathing hard not being sure if I make it through to the gate because of my missing passport but as it turns out the guy at the check in doesn’t give a fucking fuck about my missing passport and is perfectly satisfied with seeing my driving license letting me take my flight back to Vienna.

And there I am now. Vienna. Back again. But not for long I guess. I do believe.

XOXO

Mr.StrictlyIntimate

P.S. Knowledge of the Day (no not that day but today): Never forget your umbrella at home…you might get wet surprise. XO

Introduction: the Diary of the Traveling Burberry [Pilot]


Spotted: Mr.StrictlyIntimate packing his bags to go on a trip – all that Burberry, all that Prada and all that Givenchy packed up to explore Germany for one week – various train stops, various car stops and a lot of adventures! What will happen? What will come up? What will be the most shocking scandal – will there be any at all? Will there be sex and drugs and rock’n’roll? Will there be dates and some more Burberry?

Whatever it is that I am about to see on my trip I will for sure keep you posted! So stay with me in a week full of adventures and interesting happenings… the next week will be called ‘the Diary of the Traveling Burberry’ – so stay tuned and follow me on an adventurous trip!

XOXO

Mr.StrictlyIntimate

Happy Birthday – the 2nd!


Well – it is Tuesday and I have to apologize for not writing on the weekend but it was one full of birthdays actually. First R celebrated his 24th and then Mr.StrictlyIntimate turned two years – yeah, that is right… I am now writing for two years for you my dear readers and I have to say thank you, thank you, thank you for staying with me throughout these eventful, successful, sentimental, melancholy, painful, funny, sad and above all adventurous two years.

You have watched me grow and you have watched me fail. You have watched me moving on with life after falling but you have also watched me thinking back on easy times while I was crying and hurt and sad… You know all my flaws and all my good sides by heart.

You are all I wanted – ever! Thanks for never judging me and for judging me and telling me straight to my face! That is what I have always expected and that is what you will always get from me – honesty!

I love you!

XOXO

Mr.StrictlyIntimate

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