December 12, 2016 §
The building on the corner of Berwick Street and Peter Street I used to see Siberian Olga (and Romanian Lela) in and sit with her on Saturday nights drinking vodka with as she decided which customers to open the door to, is now gone; a new building gone up in its place and occupied by a bike shop, with perhaps some aptness, I don’t know. The building opposite the Red Lion (where Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels were tasked to write the Communist Manifesto at the second Congress of the Communist League in 1847) where I used to see Spanish Ana Maria is now gone, and still remains just a hole in the ground, which may also have some aptness. The Astral Adult Cinema in Brewer Street (the first pornographic cinema I ever went to) is gone. The Carnival Striptease in Old Compton Street (the second strip club I ever went to) is gone. The Boulevard Striptease (third strip club I ever went to) in Brewer’s Court is going next month apparently. Already at my young age I have lost so many of the places where I had my erotic education. As the Soho places closed down, I spread my wings (to use a euphemism) to Europe, and even there my treasured places are mostly gone. Stutti Frutti where I lost my Berlin virginity to Yulia in that black Rennie Mackintosh bedroom with the four poster bed, Mon Cheri where I fell in love/longing with Riccarda in the same claustrophobic room, Golden Gate where I fell in love/longing with Iga, Hanky Panky, Starlight, have all gone. In Vienna, Pour Platin where I lost my Vienna virginity to Maria (still my only Vienna consummation), is gone. In London these places are really over for me. In Berlin and Vienna at least there are still plenty of other places to try.
December 8, 2016 §
That black James Pryde bedroom at Mon Cheri is where I lost my Berlin virginity so it has left an imprint in my mind that I will never be able to erase; but 77 is actually the best club I have been to in Berlin. It does not affect me so much because I am not so impressionable anymore. But on Monday night I would say there was at least 4 magnificent Esmeraldas. Already I am reassured that there is still some strong amounts of ice in Berlin. In fact on my exploration today I see there is more ice than I ever even knew of before. I know already I will be looking forward to coming back to Berlin soon. It is like an inexhaustible, eternal flame here. The fuel it burns on never runs out. There are already five new places I want to try tonight, and I still want to get back to four of the old places as well! It is not possible all in one night. Tomorrow I need to be on the train to the airport by 130PM which will give me just enough time to have a last meal in Bavarium perhaps. The steak did not compare to the Brussels Grill steak, but it was good enough. I would like to try the Alt Berliner in Unter den Linden but that will have to wait until next time now. It would be crazy to go back to Munich and its sexless frustrations — though as I say the strip clubs of Munich are busy every night! Even though there is zero bang for your buck in Munich! Perhaps it is because Berlin is so diffuse. Berlin is a huge city and every neighbourhood has its own little sex places. There is no one single centre for everyone to gravitate towards like moths to the flame. There are candles all over Berlin.