P.L.E.A.S.U.R.E.

roughing it out always has the same effect - be it OBS or NS or or ConFeSt - of making one appreciate modern conveniences the way it never occurs to us. dave was aghast by my extra-long shower because of the water restrictions and my stretching-purrs on the soft bed attracted all three guys at home to see me pleasuring myself (why, you dirty fellow). cutting toenails was also superluks and a great lead into Dave's, David's and Byrd's lifestyle.

brekkie was at 11am at one of those yuppie black-and-white bistros that seem to populate any self-respecting neighbourhood. even their cleaner, marcella, is tai-tai with massive bling which could possibly buy her 2 HDB flats. afternoon is spent wandering around prahran and stuffing my face in the oily goodness of singapore noodles in a box. the dudes meet me at ice cafe, where the clientele is quite possibly more homo than a one-legged flamingo. we go din at another one of those sidewalk restaurants with dogs tied to lampposts and chardonnay by bottleS. the dudes, including flaming one-legged ivan are discussing katie (underwood) and her drunkenness, and also the state of Pleasuredome, the male brothel that they all own. me, i just engage in the passable green curry sitting alone.

ah.. great to be back in Melbourne, with the expensive restaurant trams and st. kilda highlifing