So many black people use this Ibis bar. Eight other people in the bar with me now and all black; and being in Brussels this probably means from Congo (or of Congolese descent, at least). Inevitably reminded then, of course, of the epic moment (again from THE COLD ICY AIR OF THE MOUNTAINS/Stephanie days) when that Congolese man in the Ibis lavatories showed me his absolutely prodigious cock—still the largest cock I have ever set eyes on in the flesh. Yes, I doubt I will do anything with Christy, I prefer to drink & drink & drink and ogle the floozies while I’m doing it. Very rare I am sufficiently moved to do anything. Oh, but I would so much like to see that South Sea Island girl this afternoon. Having started drinking earlier today, I expect I will be blotto even sooner so little chance. 81 Montgomery. I’ve said it before, I love the place names in Brussels, and the street names. Montgomery. Churchill. Avenue Baldwin. Avenue Victoria Regina. 82 Droglos Chateau. Drogenloos.
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I travel for erections; for Priapism; for sexual arousal; I travel for the cock
I travel for erections; for Priapism; for sexual arousal; I travel for the cock. Is there really no arousal for me back home in London? Almost, almost, almost none. OK I thought about heading down to Cine Paris, but instead stay put & pick up a fourth can of beer. After this one, definitely. 205. No, I will never tire of Brussels. It is such a home from home. As long as Cine Paris, Fifth Avenue and the windows remain, that is. I’ve already lost Cine ABC, Paradise Peep Show & kabins, California Peep Show & kabins, and the street girls have been severely reduced, and perhaps ruled out for me, if I fear being hit by a 350 euro fine by the police. Prostitution is not even illegal in Belgium, street prostitution is not illegal. The fine is just Mayeur’s idea to drive them away.
This Asian barmaid is the best thing to have happened at the Dorint in a very long time
This Asian barmaid is the best thing to have happened at the Dorint in a very long time. I am attracted to her. I might even just stay here drinking as long as she is around, then go to the station, stuff myself with food—pizza & roll & Subway then come back and sleep till tonight. Leave Belvedere and Burggasse Peep till last day tomorrow. I have been to the art museums of Vienna so many times, but Belvedere has so many treasures it is always a pleasure to go back—Richard Gerstl’s Laughing Self Portrait among the most important pictures of my whole life, Makart’s Five Senses (oh Klimt’s The Kiss is there of course but this has always left me cold. Vienna’s Mona Lisa it is not, for me. The Gerstl Laughing Self Portrait takes that crown for me). 120. How fantastic it is to go to a porn cinema in Europe, and sit there in the lobby, at the bar, and calmly unzip my trousers and get my cock out, and have one of the girls calmly wanking me in front of everyone. This is the glory of Europe. EU, no. Europe yes. And what harm does it do to ANYONE if some floozie in a Vienna porn kino manually pleasures me? Of course none. Yet still, it is forbidden in so many places. Can you imagine what that —- Paul C– would do about this. Priggish —-. Please, please, do not let the prigs win.
The driver tells us he has been informed there are pickpockets on this train. Well we ARE in Brussels
The driver tells us he has been informed there are pickpockets on this train. Well, we ARE in Brussels; I expect to find pickpockets under my bed or in the shower. ICE to Frankfurt, from whence I head on to Munich. Apparently I spent 65 euros on my first day in Brussels. Cine Paris once again two mediocre films. I complained about the exclusive diet of Marc Dorcel, now they seem to just show awful US porn which is the worst in the world as far as I’m concerned. And the old pervert was back, shuffling to stand next to me at the back, and just staring down at my crotch the whole time hoping for any glimpse of hard English cock. I left about 2 minutes after I walked in, intending to go back later but suspecting I would be too drunk, as it proved. Got to 5th Avenue about 4pm and it was poor as usual. I was just about to leave when four big Dominican Republic girls came in together, the curvy black Lucy the pick of them. I got turned on just looking at her but she said she did not speak English and I did not press it. Not sure how many beers I had but eventually I left and had a McDonald’s before bed. My TV was not working again, a regular occurrence in the Max. On the way along Rue des Commerçants I am sure I saw the black jacket, blue jeans, black ponytail Moroccan I remember from last time. “Cheri, ça va?” she said. I hope I see her on the way back. Some grizzly kid ruining the peace of this ICE.
Oh to be in a porn cinema with my cock out
Oh to be in a porn cinema with my cock out, and a big breast girl bouncing on the screen. How good it was in Monte Carlo with the blonde giving my naked cock a stroke. The simple pleasures are the best. Hopefully it will start to get dark within an hour then I can go out.
Considering how much I drank yesterday I was surprised I had a completely undisturbed sleep
Considering how much I drank yesterday, I was surprised I had a completely undisturbed sleep and woke up with no feeling of hangover at all. I think the excitement of being in another city enables me to drink much more without bad effects. I vaguely remember enjoying the Paris films and revelling in the sense of exhibitionism and abandonment; I was getting up from my seat to walk from one room to the other with my naked cock out of my trousers, a very pleasurable feeling (I put it away before going through the lobby where the staff sat of course). It has been a grey but humid day: quite breezy, too. I got two cardigans for the w–e, and enjoyed my visit to the Magritte and Old Masters Museums. A little Magritte goes a long way with me but the overwhelming impression was how much he loved his wife, Georgette. She is everywhere in the paintings, and photographs and films.
I have to say I see more pretty girls in Brussels than I do in any of the other places
I have to say I see more pretty girls in Brussels than I do in any of the other places, Munich, Vienna, Berlin. And definitely I see more beautiful big bottoms here. So many times in the past four years I have said I am never coming to Brussels again, Brussels is dead for me, there is no point ever coming back to Brussels; but I don’t feel that now. It is a nice place to just come and relax for a couple of days. O’Reilly’s is definitely a better place for people watching than the Dome. I try to recreate the events of yesterday. I fell asleep in the porn cinema and found myself being woken up by the manager (?) telling me, well, he was speaking in a language unfamiliar to me so I’m not sure but I presume he was telling me they were closed now and I should do myself up, “adjust my dress”, and leave. I can’t remember if my cock was out or not. I stumbled the short distance back to my hotel. I have no idea if the feral thieving North Africans were on the streets, I was so deep in a world of sleep. After a long session in the Dome earlier I had crossed over the road for another absolutely divine steak in Brussels Grill. They really are the greatest steaks I’ve ever had in my life. A stroll then around the Ijzer streets looking at the street ladies, before settling dozily in the Ciné Paris. The ABC was closed! It was closed at 4 when I arrived in the Dome over the road (all my favourite places in Brussels are so close together; this is one of the reasons I love it) but then at 4:06 I saw two men half-raising the shutters at the entrance and saw them standing there for a while. The lights around the poster frames were on, which seemed a good sign, but when I looked again at 5 it was all shut up again, and remained shut all night. It is shut again today. What is going on? Surely not another treasure gone? Before leaving London I said I will go to see how many more of my favourite places are gone this time, and it seems like it is the ABC.
In a porn cinema the dividing line between gay and straight blurs and it is very dark in there as well
In a porn cinema the dividing line between gay and straight blurs, and it is very dark in there as well; this is something “normal” people don’t understand. How in that intensely sexualised environment, when you are so so aroused it does not matter whose hand is on your cock, male or female, or whose mouth. This does not mean you are gay. I even once went to a several hours long appointment at a psychiatric hospital, and they finally concluded that they thought I was homosexual, because I seemed quite “effeminate”. I finished with the psychiatric profession on that day and knew I had to make it on my own—but that meant devoting myself to Tallulah and Esmeralda for good, and not looking back.
The Turk has always been an undercurrent in my life
The Turk has always been an undercurrent in my life: be it Thomas Rowlandson’s Sultan paintings, to the Pummerin in Vienna’s St Stephen’s, Das Entfuhrung aus dem Serail in Berlin, my favourite two female guests at the hotel, Confessions of an English Opium Eater where De Quincey is obsessed with the Turk, the blonde newsreader I was enjoying so much on TV last night, Ayeesha the Esmeralda in Soho who let me stay with her even though I had no more money, as we talked and talked. I wonder if the Turk will ever move centre stage in my life. Why is it so pleasurable to scratch an itch? For the whole journey to Cologne I have the urge to get my cock out. A young flaxen-haired girl has sat in our lounge after Aachen. I want to masturbate all over her.
Will I ever know the real sexual rampancy of before? The Night of the Snow in Munich
Will I ever know the real sexual rampancy of before? The Night of the Snow in Munich when I was so high on sexual lust for Patricia, then Emily. The nights when I was out of my head with lust for Yulia, Riccarda, Iga, Diana in Berlin? Martina in Nuremberg? Can I ever rediscover those nights? Can I ever fall in love again the way I did with Susi, Viktoriya, Iga, Irina, all those girls? I had so many legendary nights, 2002, 2003, 2004. I can scarcely believe they happened. The complete primacy of the cock. I want to live that life again.
I miss the old complete freedom. But I had complete freedom in Brussels and Berlin and was miserable all the time
I miss the old complete freedom. But I had complete freedom in Brussels and Berlin and was miserable all the time. There is a purity to being completely alone, in cold air and icy mountains. So perhaps I just have to mix the two. Thomas Mann was a gay man trapped in a conventional marriage but he loved his wife so much. Gustav von Aschenbach was a gay man trapped in a conventional marriage but he loved his wife so much. Oscar Wilde was a gay man trapped in a conventional marriage but he loved his wife so much. I am not gay. I just like to live the life of the cock. Pure Priapism. Pornography and Prostitution, every day, every minute. It is not going away. Writing, drinking, classical music, ferns, pornography and prostitution. This is purity. Marriage is not. Marriage is clogging everything up, imprisoning. Yet I had decades of purity and I was in despair and pain all the time because I yearned for love. I fell in love with one unobtainable woman after another and died of a broken heart a million times, until I fell in love with one unobtainable woman and she fell in love with me back. The despair and pain are a thing of the past, I cannot even remember what they feel like, and I yearn for the purity of the cold air and the icy mountains. So let us mix the two. It is good to be separated from the one you love. I was unhappy as soon as I set off for Brussels and Berlin, but I was yearning for my love, and I could not wait to see her again. This was a good feeling, I need to travel more and feel this more. Rather than being with her all the time and yearning for freedom. I always want the opposite of what I have got. From one pole to the other, this is always the movement of my life, of my soul, of my heart, of my libido. This oscillating is what keeps my mechanism in motion and producing electricity. If this movement is stopped I become clogged up and I stagnate and start to rot in my own juices. For cleanliness and health, I need to be allowed to swing from the loving bosom of —–, to the most rampant purifying pornography and prostitution. I must allow myself this, and I must institute it. If she will allow it, then all for the good, if she will not allow it then I cannot blame her. Today we are together buying ferns. I must start my one day trips to Vienna and Berlin and Munich as soon as possible. I do not have the money. I have no money in my bank. I have no spending money but I have to go.
I think I am just becoming more and more fussy and hard to please
I think I am just becoming more and more fussy and hard to please; over-critical. I did so enjoy Evalina’s fingers closing around my cock as she put it away, and I did so enjoy Alla and Olga’s fingers around my cock as they put it away. Can you imagine one hour with naked Alla and naked Olga in the Jacuzzi and bed?! Friday is pay day!
The Stripper 