The Turk has always been an undercurrent in my life
September 11, 2016 § Leave a comment
The Turk has always been an undercurrent in my life: be it Thomas Rowlandson’s Sultan paintings, to the Pummerin in Vienna’s St Stephen’s, Das Entfuhrung aus dem Serail in Berlin, my favourite two female guests at the hotel, Confessions of an English Opium Eater where De Quincey is obsessed with the Turk, the blonde newsreader I was enjoying so much on TV last night, Ayeesha the Esmeralda in Soho who let me stay with her even though I had no more money, as we talked and talked. I wonder if the Turk will ever move centre stage in my life. Why is it so pleasurable to scratch an itch? For the whole journey to Cologne I have the urge to get my cock out. A young flaxen-haired girl has sat in our lounge after Aachen. I want to ——– all over her.