In his woolen cape, the Greek count’s first stop is Haguromo, a shrine of bathing for working class gays in Nishi Shinjuku. The count is here to cleanse, observe, and interact.
Rarely have I met any readers of this blog. Well, I met a few women bloggers who share my interest in Japanese male vanity. And a young American living up in the hills thanked me for posting about the Nichome gay summer festival. But I was completely taken aback when this heavily bearded, pale youth asked me on one of those social apps whether I was the author of the Tokyo Moe blog.
We met up briefly at the end of summer. He arrived in a black ruffled shirt and waxed mustache, and confessed that he was one of the readers who initially thought this blog was written by a woman. I guess the word “husband” confuses even young gays into hegemonic thinking. We shared a sidewalk drink or two, and I was delighted that this simple blog could bring perverts together.
The adorable young Greek in his 20s also told me that he has visited Tokyo 11 times. I hope he comes back soon!