THOSE INCREDIBLE FELICIEN ROPS PICTURES I WAS LOOKING AT THIS MORNING SO MUCH MAKE ME WANT TO GO BACK TO BRUSSELS AGAIN. IT HAS BECOME AN INCREDIBLY EROTIC PLACE AGAIN

November 7, 2017 § Leave a comment

THOSE INCREDIBLE FELICIEN ROPS PICTURES I WAS LOOKING AT THIS MORNING SO MUCH MAKE ME WANT TO GO BACK TO BRUSSELS AGAIN. IT HAS BECOME AN INCREDIBLY EROTIC PLACE AGAIN—THE TOWN OF ROPS, OF WIERTZ, OF CLARISSE. JUST TWO MORE NIGHTS TO GET THROUGH THEN I CAN GET BACK TO THE CALCUTTA & THE MIDNIGHT BELL—I AM ADDICTED. I AM AN OPIUM ADDICT. HERE IN LONDON, IN KING’S CROSS AND WHITECHAPEL; UNDER THE CHANNEL ON EUROSTAR TO BRUSSELS; IN BERLIN, AND IN VIENNA.
MY THEME: “THE VISCERAL PLEASURE IN DETACHMENT OF AN AUTISTIC PERSON”.
THOSE INCREDIBLE FELICIEN ROPS AND WIERTZ PICTURES MAKE ME WANT TO GO BACK TO BRUSSELS (AND NAMUR, AND THE EMPIRE AND THE GARE DU NORD). THOSE INCREDIBLE GEORGE GROSZ & OTTO DIX PICTURES, AND TILLA DURIEUX AS CIRCE AND VIKTOR MÜLLER’S SALOME HOLDING JOKANAAN’S HEAD MAKE ME WANT TO GO BACK TO BERLIN (AND MON CHERI & GOLDEN GATE & MONTE CARLO & CIRO). THOSE INCREDIBLE HANS MAKART PICTURES MAKE ME WANT TO GO BACK TO VIENNA (AND THE GURTEL).
MY OPIUM ADDICTION HAS ALREADY CAUSED ME TO RUN UP A £5,060 DEBT ON MY CREDIT CARDS. “GET TO GRIPS WITH THE IDEA THAT IT IS EATING AWAY AT YOUR MONEY, YOUR LOVE AND YOUR LIFE.” NOW I WANT TO PLUNGE BACK TO BERLIN, & VIENNA, & BRUSSELS. DIVING DEEPER INTO DARKNESS! I AM COMPLETELY UNRESPONSIVE TO A WOMAN’S PROMPTINGS. I AM NARCISSUS, I AM DORIAN GRAY. I SEEM TO HAVE FORGOTTEN THE PASSION, AND LOST THE DESIRE. THE PRIVATE LIFE OF SHERLOCK HOLMES IS “REALLY A CHARACTER STUDY OF A MAN FOR WHOM LOVE SEEMS AN IMPOSSIBILITY, AND SO HAS THROWN HIMSELF INTO HIS WORK IN AN EFFORT TO ESCAPE HIS SAD PREDICAMENT.”
SOLIPSISM: “YOUR WANTS & WISHES ARE ALL THAT COUNT, AND YOU MUSTN’T EVEN THINK OF GIVING WAY OR GIVING IN.” THE GREATEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED THIS YEAR WAS SEEING MARTINI AGAIN. THERE HAVE BEEN NO REAL GREAT EVENTS THIS YEAR, INSTEAD JUST THE LOW-LEVEL PLEASURE OF BEING IN MY OWN FLAT, AND DRINKING IN THE CALCUTTA, AND MAKING SLOW PROGRESS ON AUTISMUS, AND LOTTA, AND THE COLD ICY AIR OF THE MOUNTAINS. THIS IS WHAT I AM PAYING £541 A MONTH FOR. IT IS AN INVESTMENT TO GIVE BIRTH TO MY FUTURE PERSON. I WILL WORK HARD TO GET ME THROUGH TO BERLIN IN MAY.

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Yes I have got a safe sinecure at the moment, a safe harbour, but in reality it can end at any moment

January 9, 2017 § Leave a comment

Yes, I have got a safe sinecure at the moment, a safe harbour, but in reality it can end at any moment. I am at the whims of others. As long as they like me, they will favour me and protect me; as soon as they change their mind, I will be back on stormy seas again, and back in the financial abyss. I am never away from the financial precipice. It is easy to look back at my years when I was single as some kind of erotic paradise, which in many senses they were, but that would be to forget the absolute despair I was in all of the time. Deep sadness and sombreness and pain. And as I always say I think the true heights of eroticism are not possible without despair. It is only despair that grows and ripens the fruits of eroticism. Dirty smutty sexuality thrives in the damp, dark places of despair, like a fungal infection. It flourishes in the places where no one really wants to be. This is one of those eternal ironies—the highs can only be found in the lows. Student of Nietzsche as I am, we should all be grateful to our times of sickness. To know the true high nights of Eros again one must dive deeper into darkness, and one is no longer prepared to do that, as it would cost too much, and throw away too much that is most precious. I have too much to lose now.

When I go to Vienna I stay next to the Westbahnhof station

December 29, 2016 § Leave a comment

When I go to Vienna I stay next to the Westbahnhof station. When I go to Munich I stay next to the Hauptbahnhof. When I go to Berlin I stay around Berlin Zoo station. Thus railway stations become part of my erotic fetish, paraphernalia, routine. Trains become erotic objects, too, as well as the Justice Palaces, Cathedrals, Bourses.

The more my debts mount the more I want to lose myself in the oblivion of pure erotic pleasure

October 22, 2016 § 1 Comment

The more my debts mount, the more I want to lose myself in the oblivion of pure erotic pleasure; but the strip clubs and whores are rubbish these days, the few that are left. So it comes increasingly down to cabins. No girls keep come up hustling you for money, drinks, private dance. I feel depressed now, and I have developed a twitch under my left eye. I don’t want to be home, and I don’t want to be here. More than anything I’d like to be in Rosa Lux kino watching the Nadine Jansen films. Or in Kamilla la Dee.

So I have had my hours of erotic exploration here amidst the fronds and ferns of tropical palmhouse Brussels and Berlin with soot on the leaves

October 21, 2016 § Leave a comment

So I have had my hours of erotic exploration, here amidst the fronds and ferns of tropical palmhouse Brussels and Berlin with soot on the leaves, but there has been nothing to compare with watching ….. and …. one after the other on stage at the ——- on the Thursday night before I travelled. The only good memory is the minute of the Miosotis and Nadine Jansen film I watched in the Rosa Luxemburg sex kabins in Berlin. I discovered the second cinema here in Brussels, the Cine Paris, and they seem to show high quality French porn, Marc Dorcel and Private or similar level of smut, compared to the ugly 1970s porn that the ABC relentlessly purveys.

It used to be a frozen world. It is not anymore

October 21, 2016 § Leave a comment

It used to be a frozen world. It is not anymore. It used to be icy, and I used to be lonely, and in pain, and in despair, and I had the most exquisite erotic pleasures. Now I am happy, content, pain-free, and struggle to achieve any erotic delight whatsoever. Both because I am happy now and because the internet has wiped everywhere out. And I have turned –. A triple whammy. The way Grand Prix tyres are said to ‘fall off a cliff’ quite suddenly after 8 or 9 laps, and I think my testosterone levels did the same about two years ago—coincident with marriage and settling down and family life, or because of it?

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So my wait for the next great erotic experience of my life goes on

September 14, 2016 § Leave a comment

So my wait for the next great erotic experience of my life goes on. Excluding —–, and the pursuit of her was incredibly heady, it has been five years now. I think I must go back to Frankfurt. Perhaps for nostalgia to Munich also.

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