The Trip Home
Somehow we’ve gotten everything on my list done in time to take the subway home. I’m torn between feeling satisfied by the efficiency and feeling lame because we’ll be in bed before one am. I’m also drunk. Breakfast was a long time ago, women have a lower alcohol tolerance than men (they’ve done scientific studies), and I’ve been keeping up with Matt...
How Could A Strip Club Possibly Go Wrong?
So far my big Japan Sex Adventure has been a highly entertaining failure. There have been antics, hijinks, and misadventures, but no successful encounters with anything really sex-y. Perhaps I should have done research before hand, but the blind exploration is usually half the fun. We make our way to the main street and look for a bar, figuring a drink or two might help somehow. I spot the couple...
The Big Fat 0
I can’t remember when or how I first heard about Tokyo Love Hotels. It could have been the title of a film I never sat still long enough to watch. I could be remembering an imaginary sexy doppelganger of Mr. Ramone’s Chelsea Horror Hotel. Likely though, this knowledge came from the internet. Before the term social networking entered the public lexicon, the internet seemed to be made...
Super Kowai Kawaii Maid Cafe…. Of Doom
Kowai means scary. Kawaii means cute. The phonetic similarity evokes the way a lion cub can be adorable even though it is capable of ripping your face off… or how visual indicators of cuteness can be heightened out of all proportion and end up slightly terrifying. There are Japanese girls dressed as maids in the streets of Akihabara. While I’m sure some of them are dressed as maids for the...