I must admit I am curious now about what a 50 euro private dance in a place like Dolly or Candy Bar would be like; I think those girls would be quite naughty; more so than in the bigger Atlantic City or Tiffany. I will give it a go next time I stop over in Munich. Perhaps there IS some bang for your buck. Anyway, I’m stopping off in Frankfurt on my way back (presuming I don’t change it at the last minute and carry on all the way to Brussels). Not particularly cold; for December ridiculously mild. Boringly so. Maybe not particularly exciting in Munich last night, but it was titillating enough to get me in the mood for it now. A rising sense of excitement as we head towards Vienna. 0848 Still 2 hours 40 minutes to go. But a lovely quiet train (1st class would have been even better of course). My erections coming & going in a pleasantly heady, lubricious mood.
Looking lovely and slim, three days in a row at 15 stone 0 exactly. Hair lovely and short every day, cutting it myself. Guaranteed erections no matter how much I drink thanks to the rhino horn. ALMOST got all my stuff safely tucked away into storage. Just need to try to build up that reserve of money; proving more difficult than I hoped. Hopefully got a bumper Xmas paypacket coming in January that will help. Help to pay for the December Vienna trip. Just my —- that cannot be cured, the only problem that does not go away.
Last year there were some amazing breakthroughs actually, I got the hair clippers and realised I can cut my hair myself every day. My hair now looks absolutely perfect every day, and the tyranny of my hair growing and barbershops is at an end forever. I started buying —– and realised I could still get erections no matter how much I drank when in the naughty places. Two amazing revolutionary breakthroughs. May I got the hair clippers, June I started using —–, June I stopped drinking coke and began my great weight loss. In last half of year I slept with Jackie in WSK, Adelina in Manhattan and Dominican Republic Lucy in Fifth Avenue! On the down side I was struck down by the pox for the last 3 months of the year. A pretty incredible year.
Every thing that afflicts you, leads you in dealing with the affliction to finding a cure that not only cures the affliction, but leads you to being much better off than you were before. You are forced to discover new ways of doing things, of living, which makes your life much better than you were, than you would have been without the affliction. My alopecia which was such a horrible thing to happen led to me buying the hair clippers and realising I can keep my hair as short as I want it every day, myself, permanently! My inability to maintain erections when drunk beyond a certain point led to me trying ——, and discovering how fantastic it is to have better erections than ever before and how amazing it feels as you feel it taking effect. The war that people unleashed on me in late 1998 led to me finally forming my first coherent body of work in Autismus, Lotta, etc. Finding my voice; the hatred raged against me was the Bessemer furnace in which I finally forged my writing voice, and gave me the eureka moment of discovering how I wanted to write.
Memories of this year,without checking: that incredible handjob from Manuela in Burggasse Peep. The best handjob ever, and I came TWICE. Never happened before. I never saw her name on the website after that day; did receiving a glob of my —– on her face make her want to give up?! The massive erections I had in 5th Avenue with Betty, and Lucy, and going to room with Lucy. First meeting and —- with Jackie in WSK. —- dancing fully naked for me, no shoes, no stockings, no nothing, and letting me touch her tits, and press my erection against her. —-‘s arse in that black thong. Adelina in Manhattan.
Well let’s face it if I wanted to go back the best time is this coming week! I have got the Saturday off as well. So could go Wednesday morning, come back Friday night?? CHECK BANK WHEN I GET HOME. I still have 200 euros in my pocket and that would get me through 2 whole days in Brussels. The turning away from Vienna (and Berlin & Munich) actually frees me up to go to Brussels much more often and intensely. The last several visits have ALL been sexually intense, erections bulging in trousers with Betty, Lucy, Emily, that Paola in the street, Beatrice. Cine Paris, Rue des C and 5th Avenue unlikely to be targeted you would have thought. Wouldn’t feel safe in Brussels Grill though. FULL of American tourists from the big surrounding hotels. Have to forego that pleasure I am afraid.