He’s Just Had Coffee

Phew - a big, work-filled week in Melbourne since last we spoke. Now, at last, I’m home in Sydney having avoided Sleaze in favour of a low-key evening at Phoenix last night.

Worth reporting that my final night in Melbourne featured the compelling “Club Brucies”, an odd little venue with a whole lot of drag and cheap lighting on High St in Prahran. Went with a bunch of straight friends from work, then crawled bars along Chapel St. Finished up with a fairly forlorn visit to the sauna at 55 Porter St.

While there, Ishtar, patron deity of saunas and sex-on-premises venues in general, decided to remind me of the laws of Sauna Karma . The thing with sex joints is that, if you hang on to the same criteria you use for cruising guys on the street, you don’t get near as much sex as if you just let go, evoke the inner slut and go for whatever is on offer. Of course, you can’t help what turns you on, but the gap between what you can get turned on by and what your ego will let you go for is quite wide.

Sauna Karma requires that, in order to get lucky, you gotta give it away. If you get too impressed with your own attractiveness and try to hang on until the absolutely gorgeous guy wanders past - then sure enough he won’t be interested. The best sex happens accidentally.

Needless to say I fell into the trap of “saving myself” for the cute guys and, of course, none of them were remotely interested. It wasn’t until I… broadened my outlook a little, that I started to get lucky. Not the most attractive men in the place (to me), but great sex nonetheless.

“Give it away, Give it away, Give it away, Give it away now” - The Red Hot Chilli Peppers