When people are trying to hurt you there is no need to try to take revenge on them

January 5, 2017 § 1 Comment

When people are trying to hurt you there is no need to try to take revenge on them. I am a great believer that the universe will exact its revenge on them. The universe has the scales, and will always seek to redress the balance when a great wrong has been done to you. Van Gogh did not need to get revenge on those who were so vicious to him; Oscar Wilde did not need to get revenge on those who were so vicious to him; it is Van Gogh who is the most famous and loved painter in the world now; it is Oscar Wilde whose plays fill the West End, and has his statue opposite the Charing Cross Hotel, and his window (stained inevitably) in Westminster Abbey. No one knows the names or cares to remember those small stunted people who tried to destroy Van Gogh and Wilde; the universe saw to it that they won in the end. All those years when people were so vicious to me, threw themselves at me like wolves, smashed their brains out like moths against a blazing lighthouse, punched themselves to exhaustion like George Foreman against Ali so that I could then just start to pick them off, I never needed to take revenge. I knew I would win, and they would lose. The universe always watches and knows where there is right and where there is wrong, and soon adjusts the scales. That is why I worship Justice Palaces so much, and get more emotional in front of the great Justice Palaces, such as the Palais de Justice in Brussels or the Justiz Palast in Munich, than I do in any Cathedral, though Cathedrals move me, too. As do Bourses (or Central Banks), such as the Bourse in Brussels, or the Bank of England. A pound in my pocket will buy me one naked dance from a stripper; £20 will buy me a ten minute tryst with a Soho model; €60 will buy me half an hour with a Berlin floozy in Mon Cheri’s black James Pryde bedrooms. So Bourses represent to me the power to buy Eros. To open up the gates of lustful pleasures. It always amuses me that I can pick up the No.76 bus in London outside the Waldorf Hotel in Aldwych and it will then take me past the front doors of the Royal Courts of Justice, St Paul’s Cathedral AND the Bank of England.

The ice has been been retreating, well, for all our lives

January 3, 2017 § Leave a comment

The ice has been been retreating, well, for all our lives. When I first set foot on the ice in 1992, I had no idea that so much of the ice I could see all around me would be gone in a few short years. We polar explorers and mountaineers have been pushed further and further to the edge of the continent, like woolly mammoths, and if Europe does become a ‘society without prostitution’ then we will finally be pushed off the cliff, and our time will be over. We are the last of a dying breed. Yet, yes, the great Esmeraldas of Vienna and Berlin (Hamburg and Amsterdam, where I have never been), will instead move to the ‘cellar bars’ one finds in Munich, tempting men with expensive fake champagne and nothing more, and if that is all that is on offer, men will spend all their money on that. They may become Tallulahs, strippers, and Europe could see a massive revival in striptease and ‘sex dancing’ without the sex. Even apparently bad news can have unexpected good consequences—a huge flowering of strip clubs in great orchid fronds. But let us say you take a dancer or one of these Munich cellar bar girls to a separée for a private dance or private drink, and she lets you have a hand job or a blow job, that is not sex as such, so would that be against the law as well? Back in 2003 and 2004 one could find this kind of pleasurable enjoyment even in the bars and strip clubs of Munich, but already when I returned after a long absence in 2010 even this had become strictly verboten. What will they ban next? Having sex with anyone other than your wife? Will monogamy be compulsory? Will masturbation at a peep show or a video kabin or an adult cinema be outlawed as well? Already these places are dying out due to market forces and the dull hand of the internet—people can ‘drain their swamp’ without ever leaving home these days; but there are some of us who still like to force ourselves out to look for the ice and the mountains, for the glory of the sex kino, and the adult cinema, to sit in a room full of men all with their huge swollen cocks out in the glow of the screen, and the peep show, and the videokabins, and the wonderful florid & lurid women of the go go bars, and the puffs, and the tingel tangels, the bordellos and the night bars! But they are dying out one by one, so fast.

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We are really heading towards the cliff now. The Government will next year be pressed to make prostitution illegal in England

January 3, 2017 § Leave a comment

We are really heading towards the cliff now. The Government will next year be pressed to make prostitution illegal in England i.e. the man buying the sex will be the one breaking the law, as it is in Sweden and Norway already, and the French Minister for Women is bidding to outlaw prostitution in the whole of Europe. The great Justice Ministrys of Europe will take on a whole new significance. The Bourses and Central Banks will become irrelevant. Can one imagine a Europe without whores? without Esmeraldas? It is part of our culture, such a huge part of our literature, our arts. So many of our greatest artists, painters, composers, writers, throughout European history have depended on whores. Can one imagine an Amsterdam, a Hamburg, a Vienna, a Berlin without whores? Well, I suppose one can—they will just become like Munich. Like Schillerstraße, a street full of neon lights, cellar bars, where you go and sit with lurid and florid young women in a state of some undress, buy them ruinously expensive fake champagne, and then that is it, stumble back to your hotel disappointed and frustrated as there is nothing else on offer. And yet all those bars in Munich survive and thrive (despite the retreating of the ice everywhere else) precisely because there is nothing else on offer. If it is all you can get then it is what you have to make do with. It may even see a revival of striptease, Berlin and Vienna could finally get some old-fashioned strip clubs, like the Atlantic City in Munich.

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I used to fall in love with Soho whores on a regular basis

December 11, 2016 § Leave a comment

I used to fall in love with Soho whores on a regular basis, I can quite believe Prince Eddy falling in love with a Cleveland Street whore. I fell in love/longing with Siberian Olga, Swedish Pamela, Romanian Lela, Spanish Ana Maria, can never forget massive-breasted Greek Andrea. For gentlemen of refined tastes, the lure of these florid and lurid women of the fleshpots is quite addictive. If you have got money to spare it is so tempting to indulge yourself with these butterflies and Esmeraldas of the salons. And in Berlin I fell in love/longing with Berlin blonde Riccarda, Polish Iga, in Munich with Romanian Emily, Ukrainian Viktoriya, Slovakian Susi. I have spent my entire adult life falling in love with Esmeraldas and Tallulahs (whores and strippers). I have come perilously close to marrying several of them but managed to escape with my life by the skin of my teeth every time.

Lisa and Alice at the —– are like two great voluptuous Romanian opera singers

November 12, 2016 § Leave a comment

Lisa and Alice at the —– are like two great voluptuous Romanian opera singers, in florid and lurid make up, but they will get naked for you and sit on your face.

For me stripping and sex is just part of art; it fits in with paintings, classical music, theatre, opera

November 11, 2016 § Leave a comment

For me stripping and sex is just part of art; it fits in with paintings, classical music, theatre, opera, it is just part of the continuum. A great opera singer on a stage in florid and lurid make up, a great stripper on a stage in florid and lurid make up, a great whore opening the door in florid and lurid make up, great oil paintings, lush strings of an orchestra amidst ferns and fronds. It is all the same. And each one reminds me of the other. A perfect day would combine all of them together.

I seek sex dancers who can transport me back to the 1890s

November 10, 2016 § Leave a comment

I seek sex dancers who can transport me back to the 1890s, pornography that can transport me back to the 1890s. Sort of steamfuck. That is why I hate American pornography so much. So un-erotic, un-fin de siècle. 19th century pornography and prostitution. The black James Pryde room above Mon Cheri where I slept with Yulia, Riccarda a couple of times, and Diana, is my favourite room in the entire world. How many men and women have fucked in that room, on that four-poster canopied bed? I wonder if I will ever be able to go there again.

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