Had an erection on the way home thinking about Asia

Had an erection on the way home thinking about Asia. She is so sexy, ripe, voluptuous Italian-Polish, in black sweatshirt & black jeans. So sexy, and touchy.
Pink top Italian brunette, in tight black trousers getting off the bus last night. We made so much eye contact as she stood by door.
You go out looking for something special, the beautiful fortuities of the soul. More often than not you will find nothing. Ursula at Calcutta avoiding my eye. At Scotsman smile from —– as I said I was being served thanks. No one I would want to see again. Callie at Lemon Tree, I think, that’s all. Bitter Tears of Petra Von Kant was rubbish. The harshness of Berg without the lushness & sensuality. Got the 849 home. Out of the blue was Asia starting work at the hotel & being so sexy & friendly. Try Scotsman tomorrow, just in case Olga calls.
“Oh you’re so sweet you know that?” The Calcutta barmaid burst out to me that time. Ana Maria told me the same thing.
When will I find that big, fleshy, voluptuous girl again?

How am I ever going to get the money for my own book-lined flat? The book

How am I ever going to get the money for my own book-lined flat? The book.
“You have a double dose of sentimentality to deal with” said my stars on the bar TV screen on my first night back at work after Munich.
When I look back on Munich now, the one thing I really long for is the fantastic films I saw in the kabins of Atlantic City, and the films I could have seen in Sexyland, not Viktoriya at all. To think of those Red Riding Hood nights, Chinese Journey nights, Chica Boom nights, Wolf’s Tail nights, Hotspot nights—how drab and feeble Soho Cinema always seems now. It is such poor value for money, better to save it all for the kabins of Berlin & Munich & Frankfurt & Vienna. My sexuality is essentially scopophiliac. I cannot wait to get back to the Munich kabins, and the Berlin kabins before that. Better to just spend my money in Flying Scotsman alone. Saving the rest of my money for Berlin in June—so I can explore Alt Moabit and Turmstraße and the Blisse Massage—and Frankfurt after that. Having said all that, Saturday is a very important date in my calendar—Damnation of Faust Day and Chelsea v Vincenza Day. I have to do something to mark it. Must give Soho Cinema a try. Twilight of the Gods Act II at ENO first.