By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.
~ Samuel Johnson
Two weeks ago I shared the love I have for Rotterdam, the city I love with all my heart. But, where Rotterdam will always be my number 1 city, London comes in as a very very close second. There’s just something about the city that either makes you fall completely in love with it, or probably hate it. In my opinion, there just is no middle ground.
The first time I ever traveled to London was together with my mom and our youngest daughter. We were there for a week, and just like tourist do, we went to the London Eye, the London Bridge, the Big Ben, Westminster Abby, Buckingham Palace, and Piccadilly Circus. We even went to Abbey Road, because our daughter wanted to see that, and cross the road just like so many other tourists do. Months later, Master T and I traveled to London together for the first time, to attend Eroticon 2013. Unfortunately, because Eroticon was moved to Bristol, we didn’t get back to London until Eroticon 2018, and it was brilliant being back. For as long as we can, we will travel to London for Eroticon every year, but in 2019 I started traveling to this gorgeous city more. Four times I got on a bus, then a ferry and spent an entire day in London, drinking in the city and having fun with people I consider to be dear friends.
I am planning to make the same trip again several times this year, and probably in the next years too, because I don’t think it will ever bore me to go to London. The vibrancy of the city – even when it’s extremely wet or extremely hot – creeps into my being, invades my soul. It’s like a forbidden passion, one I want to enjoy over and over because it makes me feel so damn good, almost like hovering on the edge of an orgasm. Yes, London always makes me think of freedom and sex, because it’s a city where I can be who I am, not pretenses, hiding nothing, but giving all of me.
© Rebel’s Notes