So no I did not manage to crack the Vienna nut and never will now

December 31, 2016 § Leave a comment

So no, I did not manage to crack the Vienna nut, and never will now. There feels nothing here for me. I have not found even one, or two places, to make me feel at home here. The hotel meal was poor and the Augustinerkeller meal was even worse. A relief to grab a McDonald’s from Westbahnhof on my way back tonight. I did manage to find my way to Fortuna Kino in Favoritenstraße. At last, a good old-fashioned adult cinema, and a good Italian film. I think Italian pornography is the best. At last, finally, I managed to sustain a full erection. It took me three nights to even manage a proper erection—that says it all. The Gurtel was meant to be the biggest red light district in Vienna, and back in the snow in 2005 I came down it and was going in one club after another, they never seemed to end. And to find the only place where I slept with a girl in Vienna totally gone, an empty lot where it used to be, was particularly disspiriting, and is really a great symbol of how pointless this trip now feels. As much as I love this hotel, I will never come to Vienna again. Good riddance, they cry!
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I always laugh in the Ciné ABC at the signs saying optimistically “New films every Wednesday!”

November 28, 2016 § 2 Comments

I always laugh in the Ciné ABC, at the signs saying optimistically “New films every Wednesday!” Well, yes, new in the sense that they are different from what was on the day before, but not strictly “new” when they are all from the 1970s! On this occasion it was Woman in Love: A Story of Madame Bovary from 1978 with a very beautiful Laurien Dominique. “Flaubert once described literature as ‘the dissection of a beautiful woman with her guts in her face, her leg skinned, and half a burned-out cigar lying on her foot.’ So he takes this young woman who is innocent to the ways of the world and throws some kinks into all of her dreams and plans. He makes her ‘real.’ We can see and feel what’s going on in the story. At the same time, though, he leaves Emma somewhat removed—-at a distance. ” The sex scenes are much shorter in these old 1970s films compared to the interminable never-ending scenes of today; the men get it over with very quickly, which as I mentioned before is much more true to life, in my experience. The stripper who comes on stage (in a manner of speaking) every hour is a delightful interlude and is something all adult cinemas should do I think.

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My idea of a perfect pornographic film is the claustrophobic opulent grandeur of a Berlin apartment

November 10, 2016 § Leave a comment

My idea of a perfect pornographic film is the claustrophobic opulent grandeur of a Berlin apartment, or a Munich apartment, or a Vienna apartment, all ferns and mirrors and fin-de siècle beauty, then the corset is taken off, and all the clothes follow it to the floor, and suddenly there is total priapic nudity amidst this opulent splendour.

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I had to laugh. The poster in ABC says “new films every Wednesday!”

October 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

I had to laugh. The poster in ABC says “new films every Wednesday!”. New is only in a very limited sense of the word considering all the films are from the 1970s. Whereas the Cine Paris has the newest high quality French porn. The Cine Paris roused me to a very high pitch of arousal indeed.

So the best memories of this trip—the Nadine Jansen films in Rosa Luxemburg kino and the Ciné Paris

October 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

So the best memories of this trip—the Nadine Jansen films in Rosa Luxemburg kino and the Ciné Paris. That says it all. He just sits there slapping that fruit machine button like a retard. I will return to Soho cinema at the first opportunity, and check out Alex, Vanessa, and Katy. I have three days more off in London. The boyfriend might even be the manager. He certainly takes a quite proprietorial attitude to the place, and to her. Still the slap-slap-slap. Does he do this from opening time to closing time? This bar would be absolutely lovely without that idiot at the machines. The other best memories are the new paintings I saw in the Berlinische and the Brohan Museums.

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.

BEC was a disappointment; Rosa Lux was better with its Nadine Jansen films

October 17, 2016 § Leave a comment

BEC was a disappointment; Rosa Lux was better, with its Nadine Jansen films. Next time I will go straight to Rosa Lux, then on to Kamilla la Dee I think. Getting back to my room on my last night The Lover and Blut an den Lippen were almost the most erotic memories of the whole trip. The black bob girl looks so startlingly modern compared to the other three, who all look very 1971. But the black bob looks like she just stepped into the film from the modern world. At one point she puts on a string of pearls which with that black bob seemed a homage to Louise Brooks. A black bob is always Louise Brooks. I never got round to going to see 13 Zahringerstraße where Anita Berber lived, but it was very close, and it was nice to know I was staying so close to where she lived.

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