I can’t do anything worthwhile till I’m in my 30s anyway in decadent Berlin with floozies in brothels

July 14, 2017 § Leave a comment

I can’t do anything worthwhile till I’m in my 30s anyway, in decadent Berlin, with floozies in brothels, my face is too young, so might as well make use of this pleasant waiting time to write my books telling my story up to now, reappraising, just typing up the backlog. This is like the timeless woman-filled warm paradise of 1 to 4 years old. This is the best time of my life. I can see now my life hasn’t even begun, nor should it till my late 30s. This is the warm paradise before the real action begins, and I arrive in Berlin of Europa Europa, Rosa Luxemburg floozies. Floozies are good! Wedekind, Toulouse-Lautrec, with flamboyant Mephistophelian luxurious swagger. It’s what you think about things, not the situation itself. It’s all positive interpretation. I’m very fortunate, writers get better, they don’t even start till their 40s. This is the delirious warm paradise before my real life begins! Filled with warm girls, floozies, sex-dancers, at Babushka, Shang-hai and Maxim’s! Even at the Post Office that was part of warm paradise.

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As you can see I am obsessed with those nights I spent in Vienna, Berlin and Munich

January 2, 2017 § Leave a comment

As you can see, I am obsessed with those nights I spent in Vienna, Berlin and Munich. It is like I am still living in them. I go back to experience them again but am disappointed. Those places have gone and I have changed too. The ice has retreated across Europe but the ice has retreated inside my heart, inside my soul, as well. Love is in my life now, and that has melted my great glaciers, my icy peaks, my icecaps. Now my rivers are starting to flow and surge, my empty valley beds are filling again, and my land is becoming green and lush, like Madeira. Yet still I keep thinking about those nights in Vienna, Berlin and Munich. I go back out of nostalgia, to see if there is anything at all of the old erotic breathless excitement I can squeeze out of them like a sponge. A few cold drops is all.

Now December is nearly here and the London air freezes my skin (-—- came in last night and was urging me to touch her freezing cold bottom and freezing cold breasts)

December 28, 2016 § Leave a comment

Now December is nearly here and the London air freezes my skin (-—- came in last night and was urging me to touch her freezing cold bottom and freezing cold breasts), of course I start to get the urge to travel again before Christmas. Berlin at Christmas is so beautiful.

Freezing cold air therefore turns me on. It brings back such strong memories of those nights in snowy Berlin, snowy Munich

December 28, 2016 § Leave a comment

Freezing cold air therefore turns me on. It brings back such strong memories of those nights in snowy Berlin, snowy Munich (the ‘night of the snow’ when Patricia told me that Bella Rosa loved me, and in shock I went to Emily who ran a cotton wool bud dipped in champagne around the head of my manhood; incredible, extraordinary memories!), snowy Vienna, searching for Tingel Tangels and Go Go Bars. The legendary night in Vienna exploring the whole western side of the Gurtel in thick snow and treacherous ice when I must have slipped over at least 20 times as the doormen watched me impassively. Every place a disappointment until I got back to where I started, and ended the night in Pour Platin next to my hotel, and finally lost my Vienna virginity to the amazing 10/10 brunette Maria.

All those winter trips to Berlin and Munich and Vienna have forged an irrevocable link between Eros and ice

December 28, 2016 § Leave a comment

All those winter trips to Berlin and Munich and Vienna have forged an irrevocable link between Eros and ice.

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I had legendary nights in Soho and legendary nights in Berlin and in Munich and in Vienna

December 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

I had legendary nights in Soho, and legendary nights in Berlin, and in Munich, and in Vienna; but it is perhaps wrong to think things are so bad when I go now. In a couple of years the trips I am making now may also come to seem legendary. It is like coal; your experiences only become rich when years of other experiences are pressed down on top of them. That is how diamonds and rubies and all the other precious stones and minerals are formed.

I remember going to Berlin in 2004 and between leaving my mother’s front door and opening the front gate I had developed an erection

December 26, 2016 § Leave a comment

I remember going to Berlin in 2004 and between leaving my mother’s front door and opening the front gate I had developed an erection, so easily turned on was I in those days! And I wasn’t disappointed when I got there. I think that was the trip where I met Yulia and lost my Berlin virginity in that black James Pryde bedroom above Stutti Frutti or Hanky Panky or Mon Cheri–-I was too drunk to remember which. And, I don’t mean to be crude, and I know it sounds terrible, but at one point she was on all fours on the four poster bed, and I honestly don’t know whether I put myself in her front bottom or her back bottom. I still wonder about that to this day. It was incredibly dark in there. Such was the ice back then!

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