Back home in gay Zurich – where it all started

Cows here and cows there, on the road again

By Suzy Size, gay Zurich

So Suzy Size your restless heroine is finally on the road again and thus her eternal Gay World Friendship Tour could be revived after an agreeable and mostly fun hibernation period in good old Pattaya. Miss Size said goodbye to her many precious plants in the garden and the cow on the other side of the fence that looked so enviously at her grass, shook hands with each and every fish in her pond and shed a tear or two whilst wandering through the luscious gardens which surround her somewhat pretentious Castelgandolfo estate.

Khun Amorn, the boyfriend of so many years, had driven her to the Savaranbhumi airport in no time since he was speeding as usual. Your heroine has given up on him ever changing his bad driving habits and did not scold him once.

Before checking in your heroine took this masterpiece of a photography which might bring her even more fame than she enjoys already up to now. There are often banal reasons which lead to masterpieces: And artist needs to eat therefore he climbs down to his cellar in haste, quickly paints a masterpiece – preferably a nude young man with godly features – and sells that thing for a million bucks. Maybe the model even falls in love with the old tart (or his newly found riches) and they live together for ever and a day.

The reasons behind that photographic masterpiece of a seemingly simple suitcase are even more banal: It is brand new and your semi senile heroine just took a shot in case it would get lost on her way to Zurich and she had to describe it to the fellow at lost and found or for the more plausible case: It would go through, but Miss Size had forgotten how it looked and could not identify it.

Look, gay reader of this never ending and nightmarish travelogue around the world, the suitcase arrived without delay in Zurich. Suzy Size recognized it right away. And it passed customs without further delay. Future generations – probably not so aware about the secret reasons that lead to this quick but historic shot – might wonder, why your Suzy took it at all? There may be many books written by diligent scholars about this riddle in the field of masterpiece photography and a many brilliant essays published, but you (alone) really know the truth.

Wanderlust in gay Zurich kept your heroine running around in her beautiful hometown during her two days visit. The weather – in February – was brilliant and masses of people took to the streets, even though your tropical heroine almost froze to death despite her pullover, the leather jacket and the horrible socks (Suzy hates wearing socks, one of the main reasons she moved to Thailand). They were sitting outsides in the Cafes and restaurants as they normally do in July. Elegant men and women in very expensive clothes, Suzy looked poor, so poor. Look, gay user of the Sticky Rice Gay Guide Asia and Gay Guide World, as in the past, you can always contribute to this unique task, to travel and describe the whole fucking world from a gay perspective, by donating through this link: XXXXXLLLLLLL.

By the way, Hans Fritschi is in charge of controlling, he will make absolutely sure, your heroine is not stealing any of those expected millions and there is a trickledown effect to the poor young men of the globe.

Suzy Size took the train from her sister`s house in Dietlikon to Wallisellen. There she boarded the newly built Glatttaalbahn to Stettbach. Then she rode tram number 7 to Central and walked through Zaehringerstrasse, passing Carrousel Bar where she met brilliant young men in the past who offer their priceless services for an adequate amount of money. Actually, Suzy Size walked through Zaehringerstrasse twice that afternoon, hoping to see (by chance) a good looking hustler there and spend a so called hour (most often 15 minutes) with him in his nearby quarters. There was one there, indeed, but he looked so sinister and dangerous, your heroine did not take that risk.

Walking through Zaehringerstrasse Suzy saw Pjotr Kraska from far, a former writer who thinks for probably 25 years now he is the king of Zurich or even Switzerland. He is getting fatter every time Suzy sees him, quite a strange guy.

Your heroine passed by Paragonya suna twice too and could have entered it for 35 Francs and gotten laid for another 100 Francs by one their Brazilian hunks. But out of stinginess or due to the absurdity of such an expensive undertaking in Zurich of all places, Suzy remained chaste that fir day: For that total amount of money she can have four or five scholars at Paradise for Men in Sao Paulo where she will go after Istanbul, looking amongst others for her one and only Bruno.

During all past visits in her hometown Suzy always met many ghosts from the past whilst wandering through the old part of town, but not this time. She only saw three persons she knew in the past (including that silly self crowned king) and felt the very first time estranged from her native place. Your heroine has spent now twenty years in Thailand, she will mark the anniversary with a party in October. Will you be available, Eduard, for some Gruyere?

This picture – another masterpiece – shows the place where young Suzy enjoyed sex for the very first time. Just for the future Suzy Size scholars, it is located in Obere Zaeune and her then partner for many years later changed sides completely, has just recently mastered another child with yet another woman and seems to be as happy as he could get with that condition.

No, Eduard, it is not the fault of Suzy Size that he changed sides, it is laid in his nature, probably his (bad) genes.

This blog now becomes more like a road movie with short comments by your traveling heroine. Look at that strange fellow at the facade of an old building called ”Zum Wilden Mann” (to the wild man).

The ring makers of Zurich have discovered the gay market.

The empty churches have discovered the gay market.

A nice Zurich guy, hopefully gay.

The short visit ended with Raclette (melted cheese) at the house of Regula and Roger: Thanks again you two angels wrongly born in human bodies. For a short time (drink only, dirty cows out there) remarkable Michi joined. Suzy read his entire book during one of her following flights and has exchanged emails (only mails, dirty cows) with him since. The regular readers of this blog will probably hear more of Michi later in life: Your heroine was very impressed and hopes this encounter was the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship.