My Marcel Dettmann man crush

Really, I'm not gay. I do things you might consider gay. I eat lots of bananas and stuff. But I'm very hetero. I pee testosterone concentrate. But lately I've been a little worried about this Marcel Dettmann thing. You know, that handsome Berlin DJ and pro-juicer?

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They met at Berghain

Her pink cheeks and red mouth were the last parts he saw as she stepped into the cab and out of the cold morning air. He knew he would never see her again. Not in Berlin. Not in London. The streetlights flickered as they turned on. He stood on the curb and watched the cab take her toward a hostel in Mitte. He put his right palm in the air; half-saluting.

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Planning

techno. saturday.

while omar and myself were in london, we were lucky enough to check out berghain's marcel dettman at an ostgut ton night.. much of the evenings proceedings passed in an intoxicated blur, but what i do remember is dettman's cold visage gazing out over the crowd whilst droves of pounding, no nonsense german techno stirred the crowd to frenzy. "planning" (a cut from his "translations" ep from last month) perfectly illustrates what we were faced with that night. fantastic:

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