Why am I not rampantly fucking my way around Europe like a wild rutting stag? Tooling like Byron in gondola, in alley, on table, under table, in carriage, etc etc? The pox held me back of course. Hopefully this next couple of trips I CAN overcome my reticence and be that mad, lust crazed rutting stag. Anyone half fanciable.
Nothing matters to me except sexual pleasure, pornographic pleasure. I haven’t changed at all. All that has happened over the years is I have become more discerning and harder to please.
A lovely peaceful 3 days in the house, I don’t feel frustrated at all.
Another day indoors then. A pleasure. 1346 Wednesday afternoon already. Just got up and had a bath, that’s it so far. 807pm Pretty much sorted out my desk drawers. Another job done. Really Vienna only has WSK during the day, nothing else. And at night only Manhattan and Tete a Tete. That is what it has come down to. That is why my return will be a long time coming. Nuremberg at least has the windows open all day long though no chance of pornography beforehand really.
A dark windy day, about to rain, used to be perfect for going to London and Soho. But no longer ANYTHING to go for. Italian magazine shop gone, Carnival gone, Sunset Cinema gone, Astral Cinema gone, Soho cinema, gone, only Sunset Strip left and that is absolutely dire these days, same 8 girls every single day. Only go to London on the blazing hot days now, for the ogling and bouncing boobs and buttocks.
Can you imagine if ——- came back into my life? —-, —–, yes, but nothing would compare with —– coming back. You never know, one day it could happen.