The thought of being in videokabins or porn cinema is so thrilling. The thought of going out with a beautiful woman, on a date, talking with her, kissing her, leaves me absolutely cold. I gave all my emotions to ——. I have no more left for anyone else. Once was enough. Like going to Venice, or Neuschwanstein, or the Moon, or Mount Everest. Once is enough.
It was dark then, after 9pm, and I headed up to Gare du Nord, with no enthusiasm. Still feeling completely sexless. Spent about 10 minutes in the Sexyworld kabins, again a full erection but again no sexual arousal in my brain. Normally the kabins will turn me on so much I want to rush out and do something with one of the window girls, but now I felt no desire for it. I walked up as far as Fiesta Café only (about one quarter of the Rue d’Aerschot only? Perhaps less); surprised how few windows were open actually. Turned back and had 2 small beers in La Derniere Minute café, mainly because the barmaid looked cute and she had the most amazing hair, braids, and devil’s horn buns and all sorts, really lovely—must have taken HOURS to get her hair like that! Watched a bit of Liverpool’s pre-season game on the TV screen then came back; all I could think of was a burger in the burger bar beside my hotel, so rushed back for that and then bed. A cheap first evening in Brussels, but rather sad that I felt so completely unaroused the whole time. Hope I can feel SOME sexiness on this trip.
I love to be surrounded by floozies. I love to be in videokabins. I love to be in porn cinemas. I love to see big breast strippers. BERLIN. BRUSSELS. NUREMBERG.
I only really feel alive in videokabins and nightbars with floozies.