129 posts tagged “tokyo”

My last night in Tokyo was relaxed. I met up with Arihito and we went to Shinjuku, we had sushi and then he told me he wanted to take me to the bar from Lost in Translation, at the Park Hyatt. I said that was fine, it would be interesting.

It was lovely there, a very nice atmosphere and jazz music. The view of Tokyo was beautiful... We had a few drinks and then got the hell out of there. We went to a rock bar not far away and talked about his past, his family's history as a non-human (hinin) in Hiroshima. Before it got too late, we checked into a hotel (the same hotel from the night before).

We relaxed and slept. We said goodbye around 10:30 in the morning and I went back to Workaholic Hostess' house to pack. The flight back was fine, long and boring... Returning to Seattle is not exciting. This place is so boring. It started raining hard earlier. I am at my friend's house now... I am such a bum!

School in the morning...

Yesterday I finally landed in Tokyo around 7 am and took the slow local train back to WH's house. Arriving in Japan was such a relief... I can read the signs here! I can understand the language! I was so happy to be back in town. I mailed Arihito saying,  ただいま！　He and WH are the only people who I am talking to these days.

WH and I went to the pharmacy and bought some bandages, it felt nice to change them. I showered and shaved and cleaned my wounds because I was going to meet Ari in the evening and I needed to be presentable. He came and met me at the station, I was walking really slow and made him wait. We got in a taxi and went to Roppongi.

He told me that we were going to visit his friend's bar. It was across the street from Tokyo Midtown. Inside it was really cool and dark. Black everything and a big crow on the wall. The people there were all from the SM community in Tokyo and the owner was also the owner of several fetish clubs. This place, however, was just a normal bar. There were several attractive 30-something Japanese women there. Ari told me they were professional sadists. We had a couple drinks and then left to Shinjuku, Kabuki-cho.

We went to Silk, the happening bar I went to before. We hung out for a while, drinking, chain-smoking. After a while I changed into a costume, a short black frilly dress. He likes it when I do not wear a bra, so I took it off. We watched some people and messed around a little bit. We spent a couple hours idle... even though at that point I really wanted to have sex with him. A couple of American customers kept distracting him, and it was driving me crazy. Ari apologised to me, Sorry, I would have fucked you a long time ago if it wasn't for these guys. When I made it clear that nothing was going to happen between me and the Americans, they left. We entered one of the rooms.

He had previously suggested we go to a hotel, but we had sex there at the club. It was quite good and no one seemed to be watching us... We left soon after. We went to Golden Street in Shinjuku (second time I have been there, lots of tiny eclectic bars all cramped together, in 3-chome I think) and had some more drinks. I was kinda tired, having traveled from Thailand, to Viet Nam, then to Japan all in one day... but I was patient. We went to a nice love hotel around 6 am (nice is an understatement, it was especially nice and new, I like Shinjuku love hotels better than Shibuya, I think!). We showered and slept.

In the morning, we had sex again... then neither of us could sleep. We tried for a couple hours but then got up. On TV Mission Impossible dubbed in Japanese entertained us while we got ready to leave. It was around 3 PM, nice and cool outside, bit cloudy, my favorite kind of weather. We went to have soba at this place in 2-chome, really delicious! I really like how he is. We don't need to talk, we are usually quite silent and do not say much. But I can tell he is thinking, it shows on his face. I like people who are always thinking and not necessarily talking.

Afterward, we walked around. He didn't seem to want to let me go. He invited me for a coffee, Do you want to have a coffee with me? Sure. We went to a cafe and I got a hot chocolate, he, iced coffee. A few cigarettes later, we finally parted ways. I think I will miss him! Planning to meet tomorrow, my last night in Tokyo...

Japan! Yeah I am still here.

Went drinking with customers and WH after work Friday, said sayonara to everyone then came home. I stupidly let myself take a nap for a couple hours before my flight, it turned into a really deep sleep. I slept through my alarm, and I woke up 33 minutes after my flight had already departed. Fuck!

Called the travel agency and they told me that my tickets have been canceled and that the reservation was unchangeable, almost 600 dollars down the drain. Yeah, I cried a lot and had an episode, hurting myself and stuff. I have been planning this trip for months. All the girls in the building tried to give me advice about my visa, they freaked me out about overstaying and how if I do so, I risk deportation and will be disallowed entry to Japan for 5 to 10 years. Well, my visa expired yesterday. I am officially an illegal alien!

I went to the Narita airport to try to talk to Vietnam Airlines, but there were no representatives there. They are only around in the morning, when my flight left. I talked to some other airline people but they didn't do shit. They recommended I buy a 230,000 yen ticket to Saigon. I told them I didn't have that kind of money and cried some more. Crying did not help. I remembered Yusuke, since he is going to Hanoi to supposedly meet up with me on Monday, and I won't be there. This is a good opportunity, though, to finish things with him. I am ignoring his emails and phone calls now.

I decided there was no way I was gonna leave Tokyo that day so I began to concern myself with the fact that my 3-month tourist visa was going to expire in a matter of hours and the immigration office was closed (Saturday). I was allowed to talk to immigration officers at Narita airport and they told me that I could possibly extend my visa for a couple weeks in order to catch my flight back to Seattle. They mentioned a letter of apology and some applications so it sounds like it has been done before. The US embassy told me the same thing.

So after all that stress and crying, I took the train back to Tokyo and now I am in the wonderful care of the one and only Workaholic Hostess. I have lost count of how many times she has saved my ass this summer. We had really good tomato ramen and I felt a lot better. My situation is kinda bad but it could be worse. I still have my health and my money and I am safe my friend. I went to the Shibuya happening bar again!! With pouch guy. When I told him I was coming back to Tokyo he invited me to join him. Made me smile after all the anger and sadness.

I went... It was better than last time! There was a lot of SM stuff going on and I was asked if I wanted to partake in some of the activities, by the manager of the club! He asked me if he could tie me up, only after we poured candle wax on ourselves (I on my forearm and he on his dick!). It was a good way to start. After a few more drinks, I was told to stand on stage and take off my clothes. He tied my hair up and started wrapping the rope around me. He totally knew what he was doing, I could not move my arms at all, an audience grew. I was a little bit shy but I was not thinking about it, just very excited about the ropes.

Then they hooked me to the ceiling, I was suspended, with one of my legs lifted away from the other. That was really cool. I could not move! I felt like I was stuck in a spider web! My wrists were beginning to hurt from the rope rubbing on them, but I loved it. Sometimes I wear very tight hair bands on my wrists in order to achieve the same effect. Today my wrists are bruised and quite sore. While I was suspended, they poured candle wax on my feet and chest. It felt good actually, and not as hot as I expected (I think they have special candles for SM purposes, or I was drunk and desensitised). Everyone in the club was watching me! I was the only foreigner there and I was made into the show of the night! When they tried using a vibrator on me, I said, mo ii, enough. Then they untied me. It was fun while it lasted.

Afterward, whips came out and a couple of the guys wanted me to whip them. I couldn't do it... they whipped me. That did not hurt as much as I expected either. I think it is a very mental thing, the candle wax seeming so hot and the crack of the whip which terrifies us, but both are not as painful as we imagine.

I got super drunk, even though I did not drink that much. It probably had a lot to do with all the stress of the day at the airport, my body was exhausted. After the club closed, I waited for Poucher to say goodbye to his 'girlfriend' at the station (his order) and went to a love hotel with him. We slept for a while, then had sex, slept for a while, then had sex, showered one last time and went out for lunch around 16:00.

Now I am back at WH's place but she's not here! I have sores all over my body. I gotta turn myself in to the immigration office tomorrow, wish me luck!

Lessons learned:

1. Do not sleep if you are drunk before a flight, stay awake and get your ass to the airport!
2. Do not book flights on the visa-expiration date.
3. Be careful what you wish for, it might come true! I didn't want to leave Tokyo leading up to Saturday, and sure enough, I was not able to!
   

In 48 hours I will be flying to Hanoi! It is so soon! Not ready to leave Tokyo... I love this city, it has become the center of the world for me.

I went on a nice drive with sex club guy last night. He drives a red Alfa Romeo (so does Takahashi :o ). He picked me up in Roppongi and we drove all the way to Yokohama on the highway, I love driving through Tokyo... I never get tired of all the skyscrapers and lights. I feel encapsulated by them all, racing inside a huge orb of buildings!

We went to the international port at Yokohama, walked on the big dock, cool wooden design, and looked at Yokohama lights. He told me that when he was in university, he had sex there at the port. I laughed, I asked if having sex in public is his thing, and he said no, no. He said it was cool because with that view of the skyline, it felt like they were conquering Yokohama. I tried to imagine it.

It was a chilly night, and there at the bay it was windy. But it was beautiful. It was the closest I have ever been to the ocean in Japan.

We got back into the car and drove toward Tokyo again. I asked him what he wanted to do, but he said he didn't have a plan. He asked me if there was anything I haven't done in Japan that I wanted to do. I couldn't think of anything. He asked if I were hungry, and I said no. Then he asked if I have ever been to a love hotel, and I answered a few times. He asked if I wanted to go to one that was kinda different. I didn't know what he meant by different, was it strange, some sort of SM place or something? No, he said it was more traditional Japanese style, like a ryokan. Oh, cool! I said let's go.

I thought it was really nice. Wooden ofuro, futon, stuff like that. The room was spacious and very comfortable. We took turns taking showers then had sex. It was even better than the first two times, at the happening bar in Kabukicho. No handcuffs, no costumes, it was just us making the best of my last hours in Japan. I really enjoyed last night, kinda high right now. He is coming to the club tonight.

I need to do some packing today.

Yesterday I was really pissed off because Kaoru bailed on coming to the club with me. I lost an hour's pay. I left the club at 23:00 as normal. Whatever! At least I got to eat some really good okonomiyaki at this fancy place in Ginza. I went out to Mask after work and nothing was going on there.

At 00:48 I got a phonecall from the manager at my club asking me what was up. I told him I was still in Roppongi and he asked me if I wanted to go to an SM club. I said sure. Then WH called and said she was coming too. Alright, a party!

So we went to this place in Roppongi, there were a few customers there already. The first thing we did was order drinks and change into costumes. WH wore a cheerleader costume and I put on a maid outfit. I love cosplay!

Then before I could finish my drink and a cigarette big-head manager wanted to tie me up! Okay secretly I have always wanted to be tied up during sex, but I was still wary about it. I said okay.

It was so exciting actually. To give up control of my body. Feeling the knots get tighter and the physical constraint getting stronger as they continued to wrap the rope around my body. I slowly lost my ability to move, I lost a certain normalcy, my physical condition was no longer ordinary, and I loved it. I felt safe, secured by the rope, like it was hugging my entire body.

My clothes were slowly revealing more of my skin and I couldn't do anything about it, the ropes tightened everything. I had to be fed my drink and couldn't stop anyone from touching me.

I got free after a while then tied up by the Japanese girl from our club. She did a much better job. Every time I moved the ropes would feel so good... It was a lot tighter. It took forever to get free of them. Overall, a very nice night, and Workaholic Hostess is a great kisser!

Saturday was probably one of the most enjoyable days in my life. I don't want to use the word best, because I am sure I have had lots of other good nights and the word is quite vague, but it has been a while since I have taken a whole day out for myself and was able to pursue my own interests entirely.

I got home from the happening bar in Shibuya saturday morning around 06:00 (I walked home) and went to bed, tired and drunk. I got woken up by a phonecall from the travel agent in Shinjuku at 12:09 telling me that I could pick up my tickets to Hanoi. I needed to do that!

I got dressed for the Gazette live, nothing special like I did for the Buck-Tick concert, just sorta plain like I always dress. I didn't have time to visual-kei out, despite having lots of clothes here. I had to figure out which lines to take to get to the Saitama Super Arena... I had no idea where I was going. It was very hot and I walked all the way to Roppongi station under the burning sun (it is not really that far, it only feels far in dry hot weather). I took the Oedo line to Shinjuku, then I went quickly to Kabukicho to get my airplane tickets. Then it was back to the JR station.

At the station, I could see Gazette fans dressed up. It was clear! Cosplaying members of the band, etc. It was cool, and especially obvious on the train, we were all headed to the same place, 20,000 of us! The trains were full of visual kei fashion and dyed, ironed hair. It was awesome!

The arena was impressive, its size and design, and so many of the concert-goers outside were very cool looking, rivaling the artists themselves! I bought some merchandise (T-shirt and stickers) and got to my seat (it was not bad). I was getting so excited! The show started about 10 minutes after 17:00.

All in all, the concert was awesome. It was the tour final, so the crowd was loud and excited. The band seemed to be having a good time, and in turn everyone else did too. Japanese people are weird at concerts and all do the same movements at the same time with their arms. How do they know how to do that? I just prefer to watch and listen. The Gazette are pretty cool on stage. 

I don't want to compare them to Buck-Tick because they aren't really comparable in my mind, but I must say that the fact that I am obsessed with Sakurai Atsushi (Buck-Tick vocalist) made me a lot more excited to see their live in July. The Gazette's main appeal to me is their music, not so much a fan-girl for any of the members. But yeah, they really, really rock! They are truly the best visual kei band today. Wow, I was really impressed. I have seen some videos of their live performances, and I was not really expecting much. But they were amazing! There were fireworks and awesome visuals, so much sound, I loved the entire thing.

I had emailed the guy I mentioned in my last post, who is familiar with happening bars before the concert and he told me he was glad I had emailed him. He was trying to decide whether to go to Ageha (there was an SM exhibition that night) or to this other happening bar that he told me about. I told him to let me know if he wanted to meet and we could go together. After the Gazette ended, I took the train back to Shinjuku and met him at studio ALTA at about 22:25.

He decided to go to the happening bar. He described it as a nicer club compared to the Shibuya place we met at the night before. Naturally, it was in Kabuki-cho, completely underground. The sign on the door was simple, silver metal, with one word only, SILK. He spoke into a speaker and then we were allowed to enter. This club was very classy! They did not hassle me at all, and simply asked my name and his (he is a member). The first floor appeared as normal as can be, dark with low seats like hostess clubs. Customers spoke quietly and were relaxed. Everything appeared totally normal. He told me he would show me the downstairs later. We had a drink.

After a while I noticed costumes and SM gear in one corner of the room. Then soon after I heard a girl moaning from somewhere out of sight. He told me that most people stay on this level to drink, but of course, anything was allowed. He and I talked. Despite having come fully intending to sleep with him, I was interested in getting to know him a little bit beforehand. His English was quite good so I joked with him, Are you educated or something?

He kinda laughed. You could say that. I work with many American companies, so I always have to use English. I didn't ask anything else. He asked me about why I could speak some Japanese and I told him I studied in university and that yes I am still a student. I told him I studied at Waseda for a bit and he said he graduated from there, graduate school, his undergraduate degree was from Todai. Okay, I guess he is quite well-educated.

After the drink and a bit of chatting, he took me downstairs to show me the play rooms. They were comfortable looking but empty. It was still early. I was kinda sticky from running around in the sun all day, so I took a shower and by his suggestion put on a costume. I picked the high school girl sailor uniform. We continued to drink as more customers filled the club.

To be honest, I was quite impressed by him. He has done a lot of independent travel starting at a young age. He has done all sorts of drugs and is inspired by LSD, he told me about taking acid and sitting on the Yamanote line for hours, about smoking marijuana at the beach and and how the sound of waves makes him feel. He traveled and stayed in Africa as a college student, he has spent a lot of time in Eastern Europe, he has been everywhere! He studied physics at university and is a little obsessed with it. He has been going to sex clubs for ten years.

We watched quite a few people have sex but did not enter the rooms. Sooner or later though, after I drank a bit more, we did. Lots of people were watching us. I could see some of the voyeurs masturbating but it didn't bother me. It was hot, I had a good time. We went out and showered, then watched a few more couples. One girl whose arms were tied up was a total masochist, she kept telling her partner in Japanese to forgive her. We watched the end of their session before going in again. Now I wore handcuffs and a blind fold.

The second time was really exciting actually, not being able to see who was touching me, though I am pretty sure it was only him. I felt another hand at one point touching my legs and tickling my feet, but with handcuffs on, I could not do much, I just let things happen, it felt nice! I enjoyed hearing the sound of the handcuffs when my hands tried to move.

Happening bar was pretty cool, but it was totally not happening for me. It was a little troublesome getting in, kinda strict about foreigners, you had to be able to speak Japanese and fill out a form (a few other gaijin were denied because their Japanese was not up to par, the staff stressed the importance of communication). I had to return to Nishi Azabu from Shibuya to get my passport, entrance cost about 20,000 yen all together, but we got in relatively easily.

At the end of the night, I was left sort of unsatisfied. I tried! With two different Japanese guys, but both of them were unable to perform very well (I experienced the quickest session in my life). They might have been too nervous about the whole thing (both were newbies like me) or alcohol had something to do with it. Probably a mixture of both. Baldy didn't get lucky either and spent most of the night on the sidelines.

Overall though, it was a cool experience. Liberating, kinda like the first time you try public bathing or onsen (not everyone was naked though, only in the designated sex rooms). The clientele were all very friendly and there was no creepiness at all. The place was quite big (the building used to be a love hotel) and quite busy. There were the type of people you would expect to be there (older unattractive men) but lots of normal people too! Several young-ish couples and singles hung out and got busy, and the older guys were mostly voyeurs.

I didn't see anything I would want to erase from my memory, and to be honest, I thought it was all pretty hot. I got to try some things I've been curious about (namely, another girl, was not disappointed with her) and I met a guy there who is quite familiar with the whole scene. He gave me his number, I might call and go somewhere else with him.

I got home around 6AM and went to bed. I need to go all the way to Saitama for the GAZETTE TODAY!!! Yay!! The concert starts at 17:00 so I better get going.

Slept with Kazuo in Shibuya yesterday.

Had dinner and cocktails with Kazufumi tonight in Shibuya.

Getting fat due to endless alcohol and lack of sleep.

Worried, so worried about returning to a mundane life, no city lights, no ambulances nor police sirens. No bars and no love hotels, back to that misery. Back to studying and low-grade ecstasy. No salary, no Maruii, no taxis and no sushi. Fuck, only 3 weeks from now.

Thanks to mallocup for finding the video of the earthquake bit on TV I was a part of. They make me seem super silly in the video but oh well.

Didn't go to work tonight and hope that I get fired tomorrow. It is my last week in Japan... and I don't know if I can return next year. I need to prepare for my trip to Viet Nam.

I need to stop the spinning, I have had enough, something has got to give, I cannot go on living this way, my body has been suffering, my mind has had enough. God help me.

It is clear to me that I have an addictive personality, there are many things I need to stop doing. But! Like OptaMISStik, I have an embarrassing habit I must write about. I see it every day on the way to work, neon colorful, playing happy electronic tunes, an oasis in the middle of Roppongi bars... the Game Center!

But there is more, dear reader, I have but one vice at the game center: the dreaded UFO Catchers!!! Those evil machines filled with the most desirable of plushies. I see those cute faces, piled upon each other, trapped inside that clear cube, guarded by the mindless UFO grabber. I must save them! At all and any cost!

I open my coin purse and lack the 100 yen coins I need. I toughen up and whip out a 1000 yen note, then make my way to the change machine. Do not fear, dear little plushes, I will return for you!

With ten coins I am able to make my attack. I always fail the first time! The second time, I get serious. But I am only able to move that plush slighty. The third try is a charm. I go in for a deep sweep. YES! Success. Two of my friends fall out from their prison.

While I am sure they are grateful for being free of their captor, they long for their friends, the other members of their family, I need the full set! Like a true comrade, I take the sacrifice and feed the machine more of my coins. There is no turning back now. I save the green guy. Tension builds as I continue to falter, my coin purse beginning to feel so light. But I still need to get the blue one!

At last! My collection is complete! The joy I feel is overwhelming, mission accomplished!

my plushes

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Went to Mask after work and met this one customer I know. He was with a Canadian hostess from Ginza. She was kind of stupid but we drank together. Afterward, the customer suggested we go to a strip club, I said sure! I think it's fun. We went for a couple hours and I enjoyed it but the Canadian girl was freaking out, it was her first time in Roppongi.

I requested a blond Russian girl to sit with us and she was pretty friendly; she kept feeling me up. I didn't mind, the new shirt I wore was silky (it is a pajama shirt) and it felt nice to be petted. By the end of the night, I had gotten a private dance and tipped the stripper the Japanese way (which was me laying back on the stage, my shirt unbuttoned, holding the note in my mouth while the stripper rubbed herself on my chest and face, finally taking the cash with her mouth). It was an interesting experience.

I bought the wallet I mentioned yesterday, I love it! But I am keeping it in the box. It is driving me crazy, I need to buy the purse (I put it on reserve). I have a Vivienne Westwood handkerchief, cigarette pouch, and wallet, but I need to buy that purse! Next week...

I stole some tights from Shibuya yesterday. I am kinda stupid. I dreamt that I got arrested last night. I also dreamt of the UFO catchers and stealing plushies out of the bottom of the machine. Yeah I am crazy. Stealing is another thing I need to quit, I will add it to the long list of my terrible addictions.

I guess they aired my earthquake interview on Fuji TV today because my friend in Kyoto mailed me and said she saw me! Then I got online to check my email, and some friends on mixi also said they saw my comment! Yay! Too bad I missed it.

Planning to go to a Happening Bar on Friday night with Baldy and dragging Workaholic Hostess along. I can't wait! I have been interested in going for a while now, and it is finally becoming a reality.

Work was pretty slow yesterday. I was number 5 last week and number 6 for the month *unenthusiastic woo~* I got sent home early last night, but made a little cash at Mask afterward. The rain has stopped and it's all sunny again. I think I am going take a walk to OIOI in Shibuya and buy the Vivienne Westwood wallet I want.