I have had an amazing life—for the first 30 years it is true I did live like a rabbit in a hutch, but only after that did I start to bloom & blossom and live like a normal human being; and I felt the need to make up for lost time. After all those years of sexual repression, the dam burst and après that, le deluge indeed. So many beautiful girls in Brussels. Really casually stunning. Not “beach body ready” in that rather stupid phrase, but just curvy, cuddly, totally sexy. But my life HAS, belatedly, been amazing. When I think of the stunning girls (floozies, 90% of them) I have slept with, it is absolutely mindblowing. 100 or more of the most beautiful women you have ever seen in your life, and I have —— them, for very little money. What a life, of sexual adventure (and misadventure).
“I still think there must be an Esmeralda out there with my name on her but I may never find her” I wrote in 2010 after my one night Vienna visit, where I discovered Pour Platin shut down. Well, yes I have found her haven’t I—FROM Twelfth Night 2014 trip to Vienna under Wagnerian skies and Fortuna Blonde, Amanda WSK, Andrea, Julia and Lucy in 5th Avenue, Adelina in Manhattan, not to mention the great times I had in Soho with Zara, Maria, Lavinia, Marianna, etc. Loyalty and fidelity weighed me down, and then for most of the past 12 months the pox weighed me down.
Christ what a magnificent life I have had. All the magnificent floozies I have f–ked, groped, ogled. The Irinas, Patricias, Bella Rosas, Viktoriyas, Emilys, Riccardas in those magnificent Berlin rooms, Iga, Diana, the Monte Carlo kino girls, the Vienna WSK and Fortuna girls, and Pour Platin and Manhattan, the Brussels girls, Lucy, Inna, Julia, Andrea. The magnificent hours, days in the great porn cinemas. the magnificent slow stroking back and forth.
Yes Fifth Avenue is poor but better just to see it as a stopping off point on the way to Rue d’Aerschot where you are guaranteed to find at least one girl you fancy. As always I have my Stations of the Cross. I had it in Soho back in the 1990s fin-de-siecle, had it in Berlin during the Mon Cheri/Stutti golden age, and I have it now in Brussels. Start with Jupiler in the hotel, then a brief stop in Cine Paris, then one in Café Jimmy, then walk along the street girls to Fifth Avenue. Only then can I head up to Rue d’Aerschot. Perhaps a Brussels Grill or Domino’s Pizza on the way back. Later that night if I wake up in time, a last visit to Cine Paris.
Sure I just passed the Fifth Avenue Perrie Edwards on coming back from the shoe shops. She looked much rougher in the cold light of day, to be honest; reinforcing my original contention that Fifth Avenue is now Inna and nothing but Inna. But it is always better to have choice—to have only 1 fantastic stripper in a strip club is boring; to have only 1 fantastic floozie in a knocking shop is boring. Choice increases the excitement, even if you only ultimately stick to your favourite.
Yes, I finally broke the ice with Inna—and yet I have no memory at all of what happened in the room. I have no visual memory; was she on top of me, underneath me, bending over? No idea. I have not got a single picture in my mind of what took place. I am sure an encounter took place, but I have no evidence of any kind to prove it. Therefore, I must do it again. Belgium is such a lovable country, and Brussels such a lovable city, it is so perverse it is facing this mortal danger right now; threatened to be blown limb from limb every time we go shopping. This perversity must surely end soon; every band of losers has their shelf life; let us hope this one is nearer its end than its beginning.
So, yes, the Cine Paris films were rubbish, and the street girls were rubbish, but I knew they would be, and: it doesn’t matter! It is still just a joy to be in a place where in walking distance from my hotel is a proper porn cinema, street girls, a daytime floozie bar, window girls, kabins and a strip club. That is why Brussels is still so lovely to come to. We’ve already lost the Cine ABC, California Peep Show & kabins, Paradise Peep Show & kabins, so I must treasure what is left while I can.