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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The building on the corner of Berwick Street and Peter Street I used to see Siberian Olga (and Romanian Lela) in

December 12, 2016 § Leave a comment

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.

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.

“The horror of my virginity Delights me”

November 11, 2016 § Leave a comment

“The horror of my virginity Delights me,” cried Jerram, as the blonde girl with the most voluptuous huge arse barely constrained by a tiny red pair of knickers shook her booty in his face, “and I would envelope me In the terror of my tresses, that, by night, Inviolate reptile, I might feel the white And glimmering radiance of thy frozen fire, Thou art chaste and diest of desire, White night of ice and of the cruel snow!”

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