To have hostility against you is the strong way (25th Jan 1999)

To have hostility against you is the strong way. To live in polite sociability is soft, and weak. Stunted people resent tall beautiful noble people, that is life.
Two of my greatest heroines, Nana and Lulu, are sexually rampant. They shock people by the way they flaunt their sex. His insolent display of luxury. He wanted all of them to worship his sovereign nudity.
This is what he wanted—their hostility out in the open. Now he could get the INTOXICATION he needed. The RAUSCH. He needed to put himself beyond everything. This was the clearest way he could show his contempt for everybody—and indulge PLEASURE. Taunt them. Tease them. FLAUNT. FLAUNT. I want the chance to flaunt and worship my sovereign nudity, and they are giving me the chance.

I just feel the suffusing beauty of being me (20th Jan 1999)

I just feel the suffusing beauty of being me. I just have to stand in front of the mirror to see my beauty. I’m horny as hell. What do I like doing? Reading and writing. That is exactly what I’m doing.
People with brains will always win. People who devote their lives to sensual pleasure will always win.
I prefer to think of all the pleasure I’m having. With that single devastating sentence I won every battle, in perpetuity, all the way down the line.
My “insolent display of luxury”, my desire for all of London to worship my sovereign nudity.

I am BAD and WICKED. And am FLAUNTING IT (17th June 1999)

I am BAD and WICKED. And am FLAUNTING IT. With a black, shrewd, mischievous grin, flaunting my INSOLENT DISPLAY OF LUXURY. WORSHIP MY SOVEREIGN NUDITY. I am a revolutionary. You can’t win a revolution if no one notices you, or sees what you’re trying to do. Now the temperature has been turned up, they are suffering. From their repressed desires.

The way my presence bothers them, that is the anarchist in me (7th June 1999)

The way my presence bothers them, that is the anarchist in me. That is a pleasurable feeling for me; because I am in the powerful position, because I have Lady Tara’s backing behind me. It makes me cocky. It makes me cocky in my INSOLENT DISPLAY OF LUXURY. Daring them to WORSHIP MY SOVEREIGN NUDITY. I feel like Nana on the stage of the Théâtre des Variétés, in just a thin gauzy piece of fabric, completely see through, for all the world to see. I feel ready for Soho again. My depravity makes me strong.

Oh I’m brilliant! (1st June 1999)

Oh I’m brilliant! What deliciousness I have created. How I have poisoned people with the PLEASURES a FREE SPIRIT enjoys. I just want to luxuriantly go back to Boulevard and boudoirs today. Flaunt the deliciousness of depravity. The appeal of the vampire is more than ever about sex, says Ingrid Pitt. “We lead such a banal existence. The myth is about this throbbing, heaving body that needs feeding.” Because I am ENJOYING my life of depravity, I am LUXURIATING in everybody thinking about me, I am going from STRENGTH to STRENGTH. SHOCK them with my DEPRAVITY. Keep pushing them with what I’m getting away with. I lead a WICKED and DEPRAVED life, and I am REVELLING in it. My INSOLENT DISPLAY OF LUXURY. Worship my SOVEREIGN NUDITY. They lead boring, conventional, mundane lives. They punish me for what they are missing out on. The joy Soho Cinema brings me. I am a SINNER.

They have injected themselves with this poison (18th April 1999)

They have injected themselves with this poison. They have done my job for me. “He seems to be enjoying it!” I seem to be enjoying the delicious joke. I seem to enjoy winding people up. With my intelligence goes my pleasure in pornography. My insolent display of luxury. Worship my sovereign nudity. 

 

Blonde Anna Falchi in white bra & tiny knickers on Tarrant on TV. Voluptuous Italian women. Over-ripe (22 March 1999)

Blonde Anna Falchi in white bra & tiny knickers on Tarrant on TV. Voluptuous Italian women. Over-ripe. When they are attacking it is because their minds are boggling, while I smugly sleep in the corner because I am heading to the tall Swedish blonde floozies, the voluptuous Bow Down Backstreet black floozies. My insolent display of luxury. Worship my sovereign nudity. I’m getting ready to go back; please stop me. I try very hard not to laugh at their stupidity, while disappearing behind the door with my Swedish blonde model. My intellect is the thorn in their flesh. They are so sickly interested in my deviant eroticism. It is FANTASTIC.