My first beer of the “evening shift” completed. 9pm. When on holiday I want to be randy and f–k like a rabbit

My first beer of the “evening shift” completed. 9pm. When on holiday I want to be randy, and f–k like a rabbit; but it hasn’t happened this time. Rarely does. I have to see someone quite special before I feel like that. Like my first sight of Lucy in Fifth Avenue last year; first sight of Adelina in Manhattan in Vienna last year. In fact, this year I have not had any moments like that. Just take my time tonight. Walk down to the Justice Palace and Rue de Livourne as slowly as I like; and as slowly as I like coming back. There is no hurry.

Well a totally disturbed sleep today waking constantly checking time to see it still early

Well a totally disturbed sleep today, waking constantly, checking time to see it still early. A sexy dream about office to everyone’s steamy lubricious rising priapic shock determinedly turning towards Brexit, and it felt an Italianate Brexit. Woke with erection, feeling so steamy lubricious. Is this the start of the countdown to my Brussels holiday? So randy now.

I always feel randy at this time of year

I always feel randy at this time of year, fuck Christmas and its holiness; it is the pagan roots, the heathen roots of our end of year rituals and celebrations and feasts and orgies that enliven my blood, quicken my blood. The hairy nights, the smoky nights of Germanic heathen tribes, The Wild Hunt, Odin riding out on his wild hunt.

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