Perth in June

i had never been to Perth before. it looks like this



looks pretty, huh?

it's not a small city. just over 2 million people o the other side of Australia. it is the most isolated city in the world. the nearest city being Adelaide is well over 2500kms away. it fast became rich on the mining boom in recent decades. i have had many clients in Sydney that lived on the mines and town close by Perth (by 'close by' i mean, a hundreds of kilometres away). for the first few nights they'd take their chances but on the final nights they'd call in a professional. give them one last good seeing to before they spend another month back in a hole

i snagged a cheap deal on a room at the Hilton. nice old style room with an unbelievably comfortable bed and six huge pillows of various densities. i was so impressed with the room and so unimpressed by the city i pretty much spent most of my time in the room. in bed. such a nice warm bed. writing and sketching new ideas

Perth is just like the town that i grew up in, Gosford. there's nothing to do but drink. and drink heavily. this is made worse by miners coming here on their break and getting shitfaced. the city has a huge problem with drunken violence. i saw a fair bit of it before i got bored and went back to the hotel. that was as early as 11pm.

at least i got to see one fight in the main shopping strip. 2 girls in a screaming match that turned into a 15 girl brawl. screeching. shrieking. pushing, snatching and ripping each other's braids out at 7pm in the evening. it was beautiful

locals aren't too keen on the place either. because of the mining boom, they have to suffer inflation. i can tolerate most of that, but $4 coffee and the one-off special of $9 beer night pushes me to the limit

as for the locals, they too weren't much fun. that same mix of stand-off-ish aussie that isn't so much laidback as extremely uptight and insecure. and ugly. really ugly. even getting a root of grinder or scruff was unappealing

i didn't dig up any gold daddy while i was there, but made a small profit and i got to see a new place i've never been too. as with most small cities, their is a lot of talk and chatter from clients that never eventuates into a booking they stick to. a lot of cancellations. a lot of dicking around. a lot of guys sending pics of themselves hoping they can score a freebee because they think they're hot enough. sure i can fuck anything, but most of which aren't even close to the type i go for and the twink that looks like one half of Jedwood takes it all as an offense

some client were fun. some had been itching for months (even years for one guy) to see me. the most fun was the last minute on the way to the airport job. he worked in the mines. older guy in his 40s, good body, big cock and wanted to be fucked liked a bitch one last time before he goes back to the middle of bumfuck nowhere. he was so blokey it was great fun. easily 6.5' tall, his long hairy legs dangling over my shoulders like Shelob ready to consume Frodo. i did feel a little overwhelmed until something pushed him over the edge and he started growling, "yeah. smash it! smash that hole buddy! smash me!" just the way he said it turned me into a fucking demon. slamming down on his ass. i gave him a good hard one for every annoying phone call and cancelled appointment (which was quite a few)

so i packed my bags and headed back to Melbourne. miraculously escaping any flight delays and grounding caused by the Chilean volcano ash cloud

then at the airport, doing my best to curb my KFC addiction and scoffing down a Red Rooster meal with a a few minutes until take off, i get a few messages on grindr from the hottest man in town. yeah cheers. thanks a lot