Rambling briefs

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• Bought two cockrings this weekend. I have a thing for them -- a "big thing", to be immodest. Hehehe.

• Just realized a lot of homosexuals workout in my new gym. I recognized two or three off the bat - von Aschenbachs with mid-life crises tattoos, too tight 'muscle' shirts, overly preened facial hair, little boy Tadzio haircuts...y'know the type - and then I gradually realized I was receiving more than the typical number of casual hello's. Hmmm. Oh yeah: And some old dude was touching my foot in the steam room. I looked up to see him stroking his hard-on -- then split. Jesus faggot! Really! There is a time and place for everything. Like I would fuck someone in a legitimate gym! That shit happens only in porn and with porn stars. As the beautifully crude saying bluntly goes, Never shit where you eat. 

• There's a lot of casual cocaine use among Berlin queers. Very likely it's the same among heterosexuals but I work in a gay club and don't waste my money going out so I don't see the straight party people partying. How snow crosses all the way over here from Mexico, beats me. Maybe it's the stuff from Cambodia.... Either way it is STUPID. Drugs have a one-way street to doom and always win. Unless you're a genius like Hunter S. Thompson or Aldous Huxley or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle or Sigmund Freud, wherever is the appeal nowadays?? Genius functions on a scintilla of madness but, save for Thompson, the other three luminaries got wise and quit the junk because they realized it was fucking with their great minds. Thompson, on the other hand, loved to fuck with his mind.

• I'm starting to eat more fatty yogurts and cook more all-beef hamburgers after training in order to gain weight. I'm getting thin....  

• Few nights back someone took me on what turned out to be a tour of schwule Schoeneberg. Just one drink, he said. Yeah...one drink in four fetish bars. Ha! Now I know what the inside of those dives look like. Easily got my dick blown a few times. Oh and from the bar-hopping I got to spend the night - technically morning - with a young black Parisian. A writer. We had each other for nightcap -- literally. And breakfast. It would have made for a delectable porn shoot. Think we slept for three hours. I do hope he didn't miss his 10am flight home. Anyway I gave the boy quite the bon voyage.... Booyah! (pssst sorry, you won't find this tale in my upcoming travel book.) 

• XXX-star Kid Chocolate has indeed passed away. Thank you Kezster for sharing the following link Rawleatherdaddy.blogspot.com/2012/09/in-memoriam-javier-bravo-aka-kid.html