Wild Desire
It was my pleasure to indulge him.
Soho by night has a sort of seaside town brilliance. It’s as tawdry as an over made-up drag queen. I loved the spice of excitement, the smells wafting out as the doors of restaurants opened and closed, the razor cut of danger in the air. Neon signs in yellow, orange, electric biue lit up the Streets and made them one long amusement arcade. Sex shops, selling plastic penises, rubber items, day-glo French ticklers and a riotous assortment of garish underwear, plied their trade like static whores.