Yes, I tell myself please please go to these places like Fifth Avenue sober for a change, so for once I can actually feel something when I have sex; but it is only when I feel really wild with drink that I want to do anything with them, and it is in the WILDNESS that I get my high. I need to feel that wildness, otherwise there is no point. So I will go on having numb, zero-sensation sex with no ejaculation. How incredibly happy I feel in the rain. Coming out of Cine Paris the first spots of rain started to fall on my head. My spirits soared immediately. Alas, it only lasted for a minute or so and by the time I got here to Fifth Avenue it had already stopped, and blue skies come out. Two rubbish films in Cine Paris. I bemoaned the constant diet of Dorcel films but when he shows something different they are always worse.
I could have stayed in bed till just before 11 check out (then 1250 Eurostar) but that is boring. Let me have a last little session in Cine Paris before the taxi back to Midi. I managed to spend 380 in total yesterday, might as well finish off this last 65 in my pocket. Amazing to think of all that money I spent getting all the way to Munich and all the way to Vienna, then all the way back to Frankfurt, then all the way back to Brussels—I could have kept all that just to spend in Brussels; with the amazing girls of Fifth Avenue, Rue des C and Rue d’Aerschot. I am never travelling anywhere again except Brussels.