Monthly Archives: March 2015

So once again I went to all the Gurtel night bars and did nothing in any of them

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So once again I went to all the Gurtel night bars and did nothing in any of them. I get so turned on in WSK and Fortuna but hardly at all in the night bars, so I think why pay if I am not really in the mood. I got perhaps the last U6 up to Josefstadter Straße and walked back from there. The Dream Bar is first; I rang the bell but there was no answer so I pressed on to Angelique 1 & 2. The two bars are connected so girls you have rejected in the first may well reappear in the second. I was really looking for mega-busen Lilly but her friend said she is home after an operation on her teeth, though if I bought her a drink (27 euros) she would ring Lilly and tell her to come in. I declined. On to Bar 6, really beautifully decorated for Halloween. A magnificent effort. For the first time 2 other men (local regulars) came in for a while and one was still there when I left. I didn’t bother with Okay Bar as I have never met anyone I like there, so finished in Manhattan again. I really intended to do something with Denitsa this time, or black-haired Melissa, but when push came to shove once again I didn’t really feel like it, as voluptuous and sexy-looking as she (OK, both) is/are. I did buy Denitsa a drink just to give her something. Oh and I gave one girl in Angelique a ten euro note, just because she was really sweet and gave me a big cuddle. So, back to my hotel after a relatively cheap night. I am glad I kept my money in my pocket. Earlier in Fortuna I had been so turned on I wanted to do something with the black-haired ‘Spanish’ girl but thought no, let me save it for the night bars later!

Still the eternal mystery—where do all the men go in Berlin and Vienna?

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Still the eternal mystery—where do all the men go in Berlin and Vienna? The strip clubs of Munich are packed with men every night. 5th Avenue in Brussels is packed all day long with men, young & old. So where are these horny young or old men in Vienna or Berlin? I have to say, to answer my own question a little bit, the 4 porn cinemas of Vienna I have been to are quite well patronised. The ones that do not have ‘hostesses’ slightly more well-attended than those two that do.

I have no idea what the mad unseen pianist is playing now; I doubt whether even he does

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I have no idea what the mad unseen pianist is playing now; I doubt whether even he does. The applause at the end is prolonged and heartfelt, and I sense tinged with relief and/or hysteria. The waiter not only greeted me with open arms but also remembered what I wanted without me saying anything. The more regular you become the quicker the service gets. The meal comes too quick. I never have time to finish even half my beer. I have noticed, however, if you eat in the same steak restaurant every day, the steak will get progressively more stringy and fatty on each occasion. Really fatty today. On Monday there was no fat on it at all. The pianist has taken a much-needed pause, which is a cause of relief for many of us.

I finally made it to the Butterfly House

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I finally made it to the Butterfly House. Very nice to be back there; then on to the KHM. From there to Fortuna, the same two black-haired girls as last time; the one who did not speak to me last time came to me this time; a very sexy black-haired Spanish girl. I resisted the temptation. My visits to kinos are often ruined by being too drunk and insensitive; this time if anything I had sobered up too much and was too sensitised and had to hold myself back. Quite a good film but it went on for ever. Monique Covet. I was waiting for the next film to start (Yacht Party 2) but had to give up in the end. I didn’t want to be too late to get to the Gurtel tonight.

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A wonderful piano version of No Other Lover playing loudly as I arrive in the Café West End

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A wonderful piano version of No Other Lover playing loudly as I arrive in the Café West End. My usual waiter greeted me with literally open arms ‘Hello again, gentleman!’, and I wondered for a moment if I should actually embrace him. I think I was right not to. Finally I saw my first sexy girl of this trip, a blonde sitting at Reumennplatz tram stop, in white coat, black leggings over meaty voluptuous thighs, smoking a cigarette, heavily made-up face; she looked a bit like a whore, and I mean that in a good way. I love heavy make up. I think there must be a real-live pianist here, as a lot of people just clapped. He seems to have a fixation with Beatles and ex-Beatles music, now it is Yesterday.

Still yet to see a really sexy girl in the street

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Still yet to see a really sexy girl in the street, in the underground, on the trams, in the cafe, anywhere; the contrast with Brussels (and even London) ever more stark. Oh for fuck’s sake I still haven’t been to 22 Felberstraße where Hitler lived in 1908! It is just 100 yards up the road for christ’s sake! Now a coachload of a hundred Turkish-looking men & women.

I can’t get over seeing the Night Porter hotel

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I can’t get over seeing the Night Porter hotel, and drinking in the Café Savoy next to it on Tuesday. That is the thrill of this holiday and I can’t be bothered to do anything else now. Maybe I will save the Butterfly House and KHM for next time—and I am sure I will want to come straight back at the first opportunity. I am enjoying this visit. Five days was definitely justified. I have discovered on this trip though that doing cultural things is a great aphrodisiac for going on to do naughty things afterwards. To drink and then deny yourself the immediate gratification of the naughty things builds up the volcano inside you, and makes it all the more pleasurable when you do get to the naughty places; the longer you can deny it the sexier it is. Obviously, however, this kind of self-control is not my strong point.
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So my last full day in Vienna is already half over

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So my last full day in Vienna is already half over. I can either rush and make the effort to get to Butterfly House and KHM before closing (oh and what about Karl Kraus’s grave?!) or I can just take it easy and head off to Fortuna Kino on the No.6 tram when I am ready and from there back up to WSK, ready to walk back down and check out the other night bars of the Gurtel. Angelique 1 & 2, Okay, Bar 6, finishing in Manhattan perhaps, where I would like to see Denitsa naked at least, even if having no energy left to do anything with her.

Before I even reach the Dorint bar again I doubt I will get to the Butterfly House today

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Before I even reach the Dorint bar again I doubt I will get to the Butterfly House today either. I noticed how big my head is compared to the rest of my body when I looked in the mirror in the early hours of this morning, having got back from Tete-a-Tete and Manhattan, which is quite something considering how big my body is. I noticed the same thing today in the lift mirror on the way down to the bar just now. Four solid days of debauchery is making my head bigger, my arse so sore I can hardly sit or shit, and my foreskin stings with soreness. Still I push on! This is my courage. I never moved more than a hundred yards from the hotel yesterday. Drank a lot in the hotel bar, ate a meal which did not fill me at all, so crossed over to Cafe West End for a proper filling meal. Back to room to sleep (too long) then started out to Tete-a-Tete and Manhattan. Left Manhattan at 3am when I was the last man left in the bar (though I think there were a couple in the bedrooms getting their filthy ends away). There were a couple of really sexy girls in Tete-a-Tete (Romanian Flori and Ukrainian Natasha) but I was the only man so that awkwardness made me leave. Manhattan by contrast was loud and busy and full of life. No more than 4 or 5 men perhaps, but two of them in particular were very happy and very loud. Again, at least 2 very sexy girls there, plump Romanian Denitsa and another slimmer black-haired Romanian. The girls here at least make some effort to do a little stage dance (without removing anything) so at least there was something to watch and the other men at least took the girls’ attention away from me, so I could have a couple of beers quite undisturbed. The jukebox was the best thing, it showed the videos as well as play the songs. The one disappointment of this trip is no music channel at all on my TV, so it was only by coming here to a brothel that I got to see my first new music of the trip! And some fantastic songs, too. Boris Bukowski Kokaine, Arash Salamati, Lasercraft 3D Nein Mann. I sat there at the bar just enjoying the music videos. Till 3am when the other men one by one drifted away and I returned to my hotel to see how big my head looked in the hotel wardrobe mirror.

Really is it just 5:18? It is pitch black outside

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Really, is it just 5:18? It is pitch black outside. The Swedish girls First Aid Kit on the Dorint radio, as if to mock me with the lost Swedish duo of Lotta & Sophia. The Dorint has gone down the road of the ‘artistic’ meals. One slab of beef sitting on its own on a long plate, 5 potato wedges artistically spread around it, a couple of pieces of veg artistically around that. A man needs a proper meal, a plate full of food, like the Café West End serves up. You think anyone will eat an artistic meal again? We order food to admire its artistry? Foolishness. Café West End it is, from now on then. I want a f–king massive plate of meat & potatoes & veg for f–k’s sake! No arty-farty piece of artistic wank. Who inspires these people?

Nearly 5PM. Yes let me eat here

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Nearly 5PM. Yes, let me eat here, and I will go out afterwards, to ML Revue to start with. I hate repeating myself (as I have mentioned before). Yes, yesterday was good, so my temptation today is to do everything the same again; but that actually never works. So I am glad today I am doing THE OPPOSITE. This is the law of the pendulum. You must always do the opposite. You must always swing from one extreme to the other—this is how excitement is generated and maintained. How much nicer and more pleasurable life seems when you feel drunk, when you achieve Debord’s perfect point of inebriation. I admire those drinkers like Gary Oldman or Jimmy Greaves, who gave up years ago, but I can’t imagine what their lives must be like.

I feel more relaxed in Vienna than I feel in Munich & Nuremberg certainly

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I feel more relaxed in Vienna than I feel in Munich & Nuremberg certainly. In Munich you pay 50 euros just for a contactless private dance; here 50 euros will buy you sex with a girl like Amanda in every position in a porn cinema. And is there any better environment to have sex in than a porn cinema? Of course not. In fact let me go NOWHERE today that I went yesterday—so no Fortuna or WSK. Let me stay in the hotel bar drinking till late, eating here, then go to ML Revue and the night bars. Today is a rest day. Really twilight outside now. Very gloomy. So I got up in time just to drink and then have my evening meal? Ha. Yes, it seems so! This is what holidays are for! I expect a completely pointless, tiresome night trawling the last few night bars of the Gurtel. Still, they are places that have to be ticked off. So let me tick them off tonight. I think this is what my sub-conscious was telling me; that is why I did not get out of my room till after 2pm. My sub-conscious talks to me so much and I have to listen; or I learn to listen. My sub-conscious is never wrong. For this is truth. If you go your own way, you can never go wrong. And this means going the way your sub-conscious is telling you to go. And only when you are single can you really have the freedom to always follow what your sub-conscious is telling you. Well, in Vienna you should certainly listen to what your sub-conscious is telling you!
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I am still discovering new things about these 4 cities I keep visiting

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I am still discovering new things about these 4 cities I keep visiting, that is the amazing thing. I only discovered the location of the Night Porter hotel two weeks ago! The location of Karl Kraus’s houses at the same time! I have been googling them for years, with no success at all, but this time, for some reason, the answers just came straight to the top. WSK and Fortuna are discoveries of the last 12 months alone and they are now my top 2 places in Vienna. The same for Café du Dome, and Fifth Avenue, and Ciné Paris in Brussels. You have to enjoy them before all these places are gone too. Is that Angelique 1 & 2 gone already?

Amanda was very happy when I finally came; she was cheering

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Amanda was very happy when I finally came; she was cheering & clapping & punching her arms in the air. Probably the first time in 9 or 10 visits to WSK I managed to achieve resolution. I tried hard to resist it this time as well; I don’t know why but I prefer NOT to finish in these places. Because then my night is over, and I just have to return to my hotel, deflated—literally. This time I was so close to it, I thought, oh, go on then! It made her happy anyway. Yes, cultural things yesterday, just naughty things today. I hate putting pressure on myself on holiday; don’t want to be rushing anywhere. Get up early tomorrow for KHM and Butterflies.

Still I cannot say I have seen a really sexy girl in Vienna

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Still I cannot say I have seen a really sexy girl in Vienna. Quite a contrast to Brussels (and even London). No f–kable curvy big sexy arses, or beautiful big bouncy bosoms. 334 already—I doubt I will have time to go anywhere today. Let me just do Fortuna, WSK, Manhattan and the Gurtel nightbars then. Cultural things yesterday and tomorrow, just naughty things today. It is already looking dark.

Already just beginning my third day in Vienna this trip feels much more successful

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Already, just beginning my third day in Vienna, this trip feels much more successful than my 4-day trip to Munich & Nuremberg last month. Everything feels freer here; shocked to turn on my TV at 545 this morning and find the Sport 1 channel was still showing porn clips. Kids will be getting up to get ready for school now surely?! This is how Breakfast TV should ALWAYS be! A lovely invigorating start to the day. I will start early tomorrow, as I really want to get to the Butterfly House, and to see Karl Kraus’s grave in the Zentralfriedhof.

I didn’t go to all the places I had planned yesterday

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I didn’t go to all the places I had planned yesterday, but I think it is better to not do too much, in one day, otherwise you really tire yourself out and deplete your own energy, depressing yourself, give yourself some kind of Stendhal Syndrome—so I left KHM and Karl Kraus’s Lothringerstraße 6 home for another day. I was very happy with what I did. If I am too late for the Butterfly  House today, I can do it Thursday or Friday. I am so glad I chose to stay FIVE days in Vienna this time. It has made everything more relaxed. And if I do nothing else on this trip, I am happy because I saw the Night Porter hotel and drank in the Café Savoy next to it.

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I think I kind of sub-consciously/deliberately started later today

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I think I kind of sub-consciously/deliberately started later today because I would like to return to the nightbars of the Gurtel tonight, and they don’t really open till 9 or 10pm. Pointless as the experience is. Even if you quite fancy a girl, 100 euros for 20 minutes (as they all uniformly seem to charge) is prohibitive, when I can f–k a beautiful girl like Amanda or Athena in WSK or Burggasse Peep Show for half the price. I bemoaned the devastation of the Gurtel since ‘Gurtel-King’ Steiner’s arrest & imprisonment in 2010, but I actually have never had sex in a Gurtel nightbar, since that first time in Pour Platin in 2005 when Maria took my Vienna virginity. So they are not really that much of a loss. The girls come up to you one after the other, but for 100 euros for 20 minutes she would have to be the most stunning girl ever, and they usually are not. They are low end girls charging high end prices. And you will never meet a girl better than Amanda in WSK, so why waste money in the Gurtel? Still, you never know until you look. So let me check again tonight. Walking up to WSK last night, most of the places were already lit up in lurid neon, even though probably not yet open—Manhattan, Okay, Bar 6, though worryingly Angelique 1 & 2 were totally dark, and they are the one place I met a really good-looking girl —Lilly in Little Angelique. Don’t tell me Angelique is the ONE place that has closed down since I was last here?

I have not even left my room till after 2PM today

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I have not even left my room till after 2PM today. This will probably mean I am too late for the Schmetterlinghaus—where I went with Lotta in 2002—so maybe will make do with the KHM (Kunst Historisches Museum) instead. I now realise it is a big mistake to go straight from the bar to the naughty places, as I am so drunk my body is completely desensitised. I must go to some cultural places first, and that gives time for feeling to return to my body. I did not enjoy WSK or Burggasse Peep Show at all on Monday because I was too drunk. In contrast, I felt real pleasure in Fortuna Kino and WSK yesterday, having sobered up in the previous 2 hours. A coachload of about 40 Chinese women & children have just got off outside my bar window and are now filling the reception with a cacophonous racket. Please let them not stay on the 7th floor.

My clothes smell smoky

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My clothes smell smoky; something I have not known for a long time in London. Indigestion during the night, only minor, thanks god. A better second day in Vienna, which restored so much faith. On my first day, as usual, I was so tired having gone more than 24 hours without sleep and drinking too much, as I was too excited, and so destroyed the charm and thrill of everything. Yesterday I probably drank more than Monday if anything, but after a very good night and morning’s sleep, and I then spent some hours walking around looking at the Justice Palace, Karl Kraus’s houses, the Night Porter hotel, so by the time I finally got to a naughty place, sensation had returned to my body and I could get full enjoyment, both from the Fortuna and the WSK. Therefore my time with Amanda was much more pleasurable, and she was much nicer to me, recognising immediately I was not so drunk.
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Grace Jones La Vie en Rose plays in the Dorint toilets (& bar)

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Grace Jones La Vie en Rose plays in the Dorint toilets (& bar) as I return to the hotel from my day of sightseeing. An interesting day, which has restored my faith in Vienna, after I felt rather down this time last night. For the second night in a row, the Café West End waiter tries to sell me a ‘pumpkin salad’—no doubt Halloween influenced. I decline. From the Café Savoy I headed to Fortuna Kino. I find it rather more sexy than the WSK; two black-haired Bulgarian girls on hand but I declined on this occasion, though I was in the mood. Instead, I headed back to WSK. As is always the case with Amanda, this time I found her incredibly beautiful again. One time I find her beautiful, next time I don’t know why I ever liked her. It alternates almost with mechanical regularity. Anyway, this time her hair was long and I found her most beautiful, and she was incredibly happy and friendly again. She seems to instantly detect when I am not SO drunk and is pleased as a result. Back to the Dorint, but the menu seemed uninspiring (no rostbraten) so I pushed on to the Café West End. Indigestion awaits me very soon.

So I have seen the Justice Palace???

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So, I have seen the Justice Palace??? I couldn’t tell which building it is, surely one of them, saw Karl Kraus’s houses at Elisabethstraße 4 and 20, been in the café opposite the Night Porter hotel, saw the Night Porter hotel! A really great thrill. How many years I have loved the film The Night Porter; how many times I have watched the film The Night Porter; here I am sitting in the café opposite the Night Porter hotel. I have to say, it is rather more magnificent now than it is in the film!
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Once you get inside the Ring (no sexual pun intended; oh you dirty perverts) every building is basically a palace

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Once you get inside the Ring (no sexual pun intended; oh, you dirty perverts) every building is basically a palace. So here I am in the Café Savoy (or Palais Wernburg) facing the Night Porter hotel (now Bank of Austria branch). Extraordinarily moving. Surprisingly, judging by the ‘Gay Guides’ in the pamphlet holders by the door, this might well be a ‘gay’ café. Very appropriate, for Dirk anyway. I tried to tailgate someone into the Bank of Austria itself, but it seems it is card entry only, so I panicked and turned away. U2 I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For on the café radio—not till 2 hours I think. My god, I am right next to the Night Porter hotel of Charlotte Rampling and Dirk Bogarde.
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To be honest —‘s arrival has made me not want to leave

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To be honest, —‘s arrival has made me not want to leave and go on to the Justiz Palast, Karl Kraus’s houses, Night Porter hotel, etc. There is something affecting about her. Well, a few litres of Zipfer later, let’s be brutal about it, I would love to f–k her. Oh, the curve of her arse as she bends to her knees to check the wine fridge is most, most affecting. The Dorint uniform trousers are very close-fitting.

Honestly they have too many staff here in the Dorint

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Honestly, they have too many staff here in the Dorint. How can they afford so many barstaff? I could quite happily just stay here all day with —. She is very cute. I was, to be honest, thinking about her quite erotically before leaving my hotel room this morning. I was actually thinking there is something so open, and warm, about Hungarians. I have become friendly with so many Hungarians in London, who I could name but won’t, yet there are as many Poles in London, as many Germans in London, as many French in London, who I have never got to know by name. And yet I have become friendly with so many Hungarians. This is quite amazing. And here in my Vienna hotel, the one (of many) barmaids who have actually taken the time to stop and make conversation with me is this Hungarian girl.

It only takes one girl to bring a whole city to life

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It only takes one girl to bring a whole city to life, it is true—but to be honest there is nowhere else I will be going in Vienna, except back to the WSK and Fortuna, and rest of the time here in the Dorint, so I doubt anyone will bring Vienna to life for me this time. However, I am still very happy to be here, and feel very calm, and very happy. I feel happy to be in a place where pornography & sex are readily available, even if I do not partake of it. In years to come (very soon perhaps) even this will be denied to us. The feminists like Najat and puritanical emasculated prigs like C—–y will see to that. I lead a completely asocial life. I had an asocial baby-hood, an asocial childhood, teenage years, adulthood. So obviously I only seek asocial sex.