Stuttgarter Platz has been reduced to 10% of what it was, if you want to talk of quantity of clubs. But if you want to factor in the QUALITY of the remaining floozies, just 1% of what it was—back in 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006. Thus the ice retreats, further and further. Climate change irreversible—just a question of WHEN all the ice will gone, not IF it will happen. You mark my words, not only whores and porn cinemas, but one day in our lifetime even pornography will be banned, even masturbation will be banned. Anyone possessing an old black & white photo of a naked woman will be hunted down and ostracised like a pariah. Thus the emasculation, castration (Islamisation?) of Europe runs out of control. 102 already. The atmosphere today in Brussels so much lighter and more at ease than my last visit—in the immediate aftermath of the bombings. The grief and fear was thick in the air back then. Lighter now, soldiers still patrolling in twos all around Midi Station. A reassuring sight; whether they make much of a difference or not, a reassuring sight.
Pornography raises me to such a heightened state of sublimity, sensitivity, that it raises the pleasure and enjoyment of everything that then follows it. It is also the best temporary cure for fatigue. The best cure for fear. That is why I compare it to opium or some other narcotic drug.
All I live for is pornography. It is the great pleasure, revitalising. It is thought of those great nights in videokabins and cinemas and nightbars and strip clubs that keeps me going.
All that matters is breasts, tits and arse. That is only thing that brings pleasure in life, nothing else matters. Concentrate on that.
The key is I want to get really really turned on in a place, slippy wet pre cum making my cock slippery, on the verge of orgasm, a steamy hothouse atmosphere; I felt like that in the Stage 2000 kabins and was so turned on and ready to f—k anybody, but did NOT feel like that in Cine Paris so felt dead in 5th. But if I had waited for the Dorcel hospital film it would have been better. Never felt it in Vienna so never even desired Jackie; different if WSK had some good films.
Yes my old reticence will return once I get to Fifth Avenue, but if there was a great videokabin place just next door, I would be so much more rampant in Fifth Avenue. If I ran a knocking shop I would make sure there were also some high quality videokabins on site. The girls would make so much more money.
I was happy in Nuremberg because I spent my night in the superb videokabins of Caribic; that made me bursting to f—k anyone, anyone would do, just to stick this throbbing pole into somebody (willing, of course, and cheap). In Vienna I usually am left depressed and dispirited by the poor porn (disregarding what the ancient Chinese always used to say “even bad porn is good porn” or “no porn is bad”, depending on your translation). ML Revue kabins awful, Burggasse Peep kabins awful, and the Menzelstraße kabins were awful and now the place has closed down altogether. That really leaves me WSK, and while it is good to have the floozies there, Jackie in particular, the films shown are often rubbish and so it was on all three visits. That meant I reached Manhattan, Tete a Tete and Exzess in already subdued mood. It is often the case in Vienna. Berlin is poor now since Stuttgarter Platz was almost totally wiped out, but at least it has excellent kabins in BEC (Eroticpoint) which make me really desperate to walk on to Sissi or Monte Carlo to do something (I usually don’t, but the anticipation is exciting enough). If only I could choose the films at WSK Vienna would be perfect. I have often been tempted to ask a porn cinema manager if I could.