A real epiphany last night and again on Wednesday when everything reminded me of Wien Westbahnhof. We grow beautiful out of our longing

November 19, 2017 § Leave a comment

A real epiphany last night, and again on Wednesday, when everything reminded me of Wien Westbahnhof. We grow beautiful out of our longing. The greatest highs of my life have been those midnight trams in Vienna around the Gurtel to get to ML Revue, or those walks from the Intercity to Atlantic City, or those walks from the Berlin Plaza to the Berlin Erotic Centre or Sarah Young, or that midnight tram from the Gare du Midi up to the Gare du Nord and trying again to find the right exit. Lust suddenly suffuses my whole body. I become so nervous and so excited. In Europe you have dirty experiences. The ONLY time I get close to that in London is when I go to Sunset Cinema, and some man comes in with a girl, and that is so exciting, and then when I am ready, I leave there with my swollen cock rolling in my trousers from side to side like a ship in a storm, just around the corner to Demi or to Pamela. That always feels so dirty. Once September comes I will allow myself this again. As the nights get dark so early. Save my money for October, once the clocks go back! That is why I call November 1st Volcanic Night! I do not think I find Simon Boccanegra interesting enough as an opera to go all the way to Hamburg to see Prokina in it. I’d rather spend all that money the train would cost on sex in Berlin. I would like to see Urmana in the Mort de Cleopatra though. What to do, Munich & Vienna first, or Brussels & Berlin? NOTHING THAT HAPPENS AT WORK CAN POSSIBLY AFFECT ME. I LIVE FOR WRITING AND FOR TRAVELLING. I AM LIKE A GHOST AT WORK. THUNDER! A dirty, black, thundery, raining evening.
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What would I do in Munich? I would be bored out of my brain during the days and coming home so frustrated at nights

November 15, 2017 § Leave a comment

What would I do in Munich? I would be bored out of my brain during the days, and coming home so frustrated at nights, after desultory dancing in Atlantic City, no more coming on breasts like with Patricia, and nothing else from all those awful expensive clubs where you cannot even touch. No wonder they are always empty. Does that not explain it? No wonder Vienna’s Gurtel bars are always empty. Who would pay 60 euros to buy a girl a cocktail or 150 Euros to f–k her? In Munich I would drink my minibar in the morning, before getting the tram to Lamm’s for my Augustiner & Rostbraten, go up to New Pin for Die Sünde and all those white bandage pictures….oh but it was only so recent! And…what else? Boring Atlantic City at night. The great thing, and the great advantage of having a train pass, is that when a place bores you, and the well runs dry, you can just pack up and head off to the next place, off to Nuremberg for a night, and then off to Vienna for two or three nights. I don’t even feel much compulsion to go back to Venice or Budapest. I would try the Radisson SAS in Wien to be close to the Seilerstätte three strip clubs, before going back to Dorint to be close to the Manhattan and Pour Platin. Then bored so soon, I will head off to Berlin. I am bored of Munich and Vienna, and frustrated by their overpriced whores, before I even get back there. And for that I would give up the treasure of my little nest? Let us imagine in November, I do give up the flat, and move back home, staying in a B&B just from Sunday to Wednesday. Then I go to the Barbican or Wigmore, meet a girl, and want to take her home with me. To my mother’s house?

The stage at Atlantic City is really incredibly dark. The girls dance in almost pitch blackness

November 7, 2016 § Leave a comment

The stage at Atlantic City is really incredibly dark. The girls dance in almost pitch blackness. This too, with the clear, pounding, incessant music, gives it its attraction. My insights all come in strip clubs, and brothels, puffs, tingel-tangels, go go bars, call them what you will. They are where I live. I can be alive nowhere else. Whenever anyone attacks you for your shameful life, you bloom and blossom. The attacks are the vital prerequisite for blooming and blossoming. Our enemies are our greatest friends, they give us the essential rain that fertilises us. I have never been angry at an attacker; I smile and laugh and love them. They do not realise they are my catalysts.

Yet I offer my own bad example. I spent about four hours in Atlantic City on Monday night

November 6, 2016 § Leave a comment

Yet I offer my own bad example. I spent about four hours in Atlantic City on Monday night, and four hours again on Tuesday night, spending a fortune on alcohol both times, and succumbing to a €50 private dance all over & done with in 5 minutes as well. They got a massive amount of money out of me even though it was so completely boring and unfulfilling, because there was nowhere else for me to go that offers anything better, so I stay all night. I do now crave a return to Berlin though. Having said that, Atlantic City has the best collection of girls I have seen in any strip club, beaten only by the Flying Scotsman in days gone by on a very good day—Romanians Amalia and Claudia, one brunette, one blonde, both with nice large bosoms, not huge but nice, are two of the best dancers I have ever seen. Blonde Claudia, in particular, goes into my top three of favourites ever, I think. The splitting image of the blonde girl from Abba, but she shakes her booty in the Brazilian style, and is completely addictive. “Are you sleeping?” the Ukrainian girl next to me said when I was watching her; sleeping, no, I just could not blink, or move or breathe, so fixated was I on the way Claudia shook that incredible booty. Even the skinny Romanians they have there are incredibly cute and pretty. The music is loud, brilliantly clear, pounding and incessant, which makes a great atmosphere, which Sexyland in the next street, Goethestraβe, mysteriously completely fails to match. Why Sexyland is so bad and Atlantic City is so good, when to all intents and purposes they are pretty identical, is another mystery that defies exegesis. I almost look forward to getting back to London. London suddenly doesn’t seem so bad and boring after all.

Going up and down Schillerstraβe & Goethestraβe all the places that I visited back in 2003 & 2004 are all still there

October 28, 2016 § Leave a comment

Going up and down Schillerstraβe & Goethestraβe, all the places that I visited back in 2003 & 2004 are all still there. So how have they survived when the Berlin bars have been decimated, and Stuttgarter Platz almost completely wiped out? It doesn’t make sense. It is counter-intuitive. There is basically no sex in Munich. Private dances cost a prohibitively expensive €50 and come with no extras (compared to the €25 I spent back in 2003 with Patricia, complete with handjob over her beautiful Brazilian breasts). If you want to spend more time with a girl it is €180-200 for a separée, but still she may be naked but you cannot be. So, surely, all the clubs in Munich should have closed down for lack of business shouldn’t they? But they survive, seemingly unchanged since 8 years ago. In Berlin, the clubs in the Stuttgarter Platz hub, Hanky Panky, Stutti Frutti, Chocolat, Starlight, Blue Bananas, Golden Gate and Mon Cheri with its awesome black, dark James Pryde bedrooms and four-poster canopied beds, which may I remind you offered not just drinks with the girls but full sex (in as many positions as you want) for a mere €50-60, are gone. These places should be absolutely packed out and thriving, shouldn’t they? But no, they were always empty even 8 years ago and now are all gone. I have never found where the men go in Berlin—do men in Berlin not like bosoms and buttocks? Yet here in Munich, where there is no sex, not even a cheeky handjob, just ridiculously expensive and boring private dances for €50, the places survive and are always quite busy. I think men in Munich are so frustrated by the lack of sex on offer that they willingly pay for €50 dances and €200 for separées, because they are so desperate for something. You stay all night drinking because there is absolutely nothing else to do. In Berlin, you can come, shoot and leave very quickly. Munich is so boring, yet I spent a fortune in Atlantic City on alcohol, because there was nowhere else to go. In Berlin I might buy one beer, spend €60 on the girl, then be gone. In Munich the men stay all night drinking because there is nothing else to do, so perhaps that’s why the clubs can survive. Despite my logical ideas why Munich survives and Berlin dies, I am still baffled why every club in Berlin is always empty, why I am the only one there every time, and why they therefore die. Keep the men frustrated, don’t give them what they want, and they will stay all night and keep coming back? Give them what they want, they will eat, shoot and leave, and not come back? But where do Berlin men go? Do they not crave naked women the way Munich men do? Are places that offer everything, all the way, always going to be empty because the act is over very quickly? The places that offer almost nothing, keep you frustrated and hanging on all night? It is the cry of my life, where do all the Berlin men go?

Atlantic City, Munich

October 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

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Wherever you go in Munich (and this pretty much means Schillerstraβe apart from Sexyland in Goethestraβe) it is pretty much the same

October 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

Wherever you go in Munich (and this pretty much means Schillerstraβe, apart from Sexyland in Goethestraβe), it is pretty much the same. Private dances are €50, they are close and personal but no extras. If you want to go to a separée it will be €180-200. She will get naked but you cannot. You can spend a lot of money going from club to club, finding many buxom beauties, but you won’t even be allowed to get your member out at any time, let alone have it touched! Atlantic City has two great dancers in Romanians Amalia and Claudia, Claudia looking like a voluptuous blonde Agnetha from Abba and she shakes her booty like no one I have ever seen on a stage. It is Brazilian booty shaking; maybe she is Brazilian. The stunning Melani was behind the bar again, quite the most beautiful sexy girl there, a busty blonde Laura Orsolya lookalike. In the old days (2003-4) you could get a private dance for €25 and if lucky get a handjob over the breasts as well, but it seems those days have gone. €50 is too much for a private dance, so usually the girls do not even bother to ask, which gives you a very peaceful undisturbed time. They leave it up to you to catch their eye, a perfect arrangement. If only every club was like this! I did not bother to see the Sexyland dancers; from previous experience they are never as good as Atlantic City. If you want an Esmeralda to go to your hotel, you are looking at around €400! Munich is not the town for Esmeraldas! But I quite like this about it! Atlantic City is my favourite strip club I have ever been to apart from the Scotsman. In Amalia, Claudia and Angel they have three great dancers. All in all though it left me wishing I was back in London! Private dances for £15-£20, they will touch you, Esmeraldas in Soho rooms for £20. I thought about getting the train to Berlin to salve my frustration, but it is an 8-hour journey, so I stay in Rechthaler Hof instead, drinking Spaten beer and reading my newspaper.

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