The other day, I went out for dinner with the Spanish gay couple, J ,P and my friends, and we went to a bar in Shinjuku Nichome to drink. The couple has been going to the bar every night during their short stay in Tokyo, and now they’ve become almost like regulars.


     We were enjoying drinking at an outside table. Then, J left the table for a moment and came back with lots of Unchi-kun candies he bought at a nearby convenient store. He gave me one of them. He was very excited saying, “It tastes like shit!” I recalled my cousin’s little son had been rolling on the floor laughing at the word “poo” for half a day. J can be amazingly silly even if he is over 40.  

     The fact that Unchi-kun candy is marketed in a convenience store on Nichome means that there are many people who were attracted to it, I suppose. I’m amazed by the popularity of Unchi-kun. It is said that the animated coiled poop has its roots in Japanese manga like Makoto-chan by Kazuo Umezu or Toilet Hakase (Dr. Toilet) by Kazuyoshi Torii, or something older. However, as the Unchi-kun on the candy package with eyes and a mouth shows, I believe it is Dr. SLUMP that personified poop and gave it popularity. In that sense, I have an enormous respect for Akira Torii. By the way, even in the height of today’s mascot characters, the design of Nicochan Daiou, whose ass is his head is still distinctive.

     When I was chatting with the couple, though I don’t remember the course of our conversation, P said to me, “J is like my daddy.” In the moment, J’s face stiffened. “What did you just say?” he demanded with a stern look. I wouldn’t like it at all if my boyfriend said about me like “She is like my mom.” So I took J’s side and told P that it wasn’t nice. J returned to good mood and we sipped our drinks. P was making an excuse in Spanish like he looked a little guilty. I didn’t understand what he was saying but his words were lovely. They were surely a couple in love.

069882     A variety of people come and go on the streets of Nichome. They are business persons, foreigners, tourist and so on. Though lots of straight people come to Nichome, a lot of most gays come too. I guess they feel comfortable to be here. I don’t feel welcomed but it’s not like I am alienated. It’s different from getting hurt to realize that I was unwanted, when I happened to join in the young people’s mixers. Nevertheless, the attitude of drag queens flashing smiles at nice-looking guys while being dismissive towards me is so different and obvious that it even made me laugh. There is nothing new in single women nearly forty. No wonder they’re not interested.

     Then, a question went through my mind. What can I do to interest other people? Not only drag queens, I mean. If my ass was my head like Nikochan Daiou, would they take interest? Naah, it’s not about such external factors. The point is to make others interested in who I am. I have been told that expressing myself is key to this. Talking of expressing myself, what a kind of person am I in the first place? It was one sommer night that I thought of this, while taking glances at the Unchi-kun candy on the table.


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It was literally after 5. I had been stressed out so much these days.

I simply could not go home without drinking at this early hour.

The kushiyaki-place that I had wanted to go came to my mind, so I headed to Omoide Yokocho in Shinjuku.

The kushiyaki-place, Kabuto, serves grilled eels.

Was it because of the erliness, but a seat was available.

I visited this place once some years ago, but since then, I didn’t have a chance to come because this place was always packed whenever I walked by.


“You should visit Kabuto if you live in Tokyo.” 
It was one married couple that told me so when I visited their restaurant in Yamagata. 

I still remember how the wife told me how she met her quiet husband too.

It was quite impressive. It had been the time there was no word “Konkatsu”, or marriage hunting.

As a young lady, she visited Yamagata on her own and liked the place very much.

Born and raised in Tokyo, she wanted to marry a man who lived in countryside.

So she went to the village office and asked them to introduce some bachelors in the village.

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As a result, she had blind dates with some men in the village.

But contrary to her original wishes, they all wanted to take her to cafes and other fancy places. Having dreamed of the county life, she was disappointed and almost gave up hope.

Then he came.

When they met each other for the first time, he drove her for the long way to the mountains.

She got a little bit nervous, wondering where he was taking her.

Then the beautiful green appeared, and he told her, “You see, there is a wonderful place in the country like this.”

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An oil lampshade that makes you feel the history/

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The glass had cool taste.

Hearing his saying so, she felt certain that he was the one. 

When she went back to Tokyo, she took him with her and introduced him to her parents. How quick!

Her father who was a scholarly person asked him what kind books he read.

Her husband in young days answered “Jump and Magazine.” 
※ Those are the name of Japanese comic magazines.

After a moment, her father said, “Well, I don’t read English books.” 

Though there were gaps in their conversation, her father liked his personality and approved their marriage.

I guess that people who know what they want like hercan get what they want.


Eriyaki. You can enjoy two way of grilling.

All I knew was I wanted to eat eels with drinks.

The lass with the shop’s name on it, which came with a bottle beer looked good.

I ordered a full set.

Eriyaki (neck), Hireyaki (fin), Kimoyaki (inners) and one-bite grilled eel were served one after another. 

It was a shame that rebayaki(liver) sold out but, they were as delicious as they used to be.

Their flavors were not so much strong as they looked.

I was very satisfied when I left.

I should come this shop during the daytime to have a rebayaki.

Omoide Yokocho seemes to be popular among foreign tourists too.


Foreigners wearing backpacks were going back and forth on the streetsLooking for a place to visit, I fond a interesting one.

It was pettitoes house “Rakugaki”. As a matter of fact, I love pettitoes!

I chose it as the second place to go in. I ordered Shochu highball, a dish that serves half pettitoes and half Kobukuro sashimi (pork of beef uterus), and Senmai sashimi(beef omasum).

Pettitoes has plenty of collagen.

The Kobukuros were crunchy. The Senmais were very fresh. They were very delicious. I liked how the shop had my favorite dishes. This place is nice for drinking on my own. I’m sure I will come back this place.

When I left home, my stress was completely relieved.

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 vivoOne weekend, I met up with my friend and her Spanish friend.

The Spanish guy was wearing a loud T-shirt, which he had bought in China. It was funny. A package of a Japanese brand detergent was printed on it and its usage was written in Japanese. I guess Japanese characters seem cool to foreigners regardless of the actual meanings. It was a strange T-shirt but amazingly suited him.

 Some years ago on the streets of Dublin, I saw a young reserved guy with glasses wearing a T-shirt that said“巨根”in huge Japanese kanji under the English sentence: “I’m huge in Japan.” It was a big turnoff. “I’m huge in Japan.” could mean “I’m very popular in Japan.” However, “巨根”means “huge penis” in Japanese, so in this case, it has just a literal meaning. Wow, language is so interesting! Nahh, I was so turned off that I had no room to be impressed like that. If the guy had been a macho man, it might have been way better and funnier. But the words and his looks were nothing more than a mismatch. Tough It was none of my business, of course, I wondered if he knew its meaning or if I should tell him. Even if I told him, he might think that a strange Japanese woman suddenly talked to him and made a blue joke. Also, I didn’t know how to react if he told me that he knew the meaning. So I decided to tell him nothing. Oh, I got off the subject.

 Well, we talked about variety of things. He told me about his relationships. He came to Japan with his long-time partner, who was supposed to work in Japan for three month or more. I asked him if he would be dread of being apart from his partner. Actually, we’re expecting his partner to come to the bar, but he didn’t show up because he went out with a Japanese guy he had met. How loose!

 Our Spanish friend said, “ I’ll miss him, but it’s a good opportunity for him to work in Japan.” He himself always wanted to work in a foreign country. When the opportunity came to him through, he didn’t take it because he didn’t want to break up with his boyfriend of the time. And he regrets the decision. So he never ever wants to disturb anyone if that person receives a chance, he said. He was a mature, calm, grown-up man even though he was wearing a silly T-shirt.

 “You believe in yourself, who believes in him,” I said. “Yeah, if I don’t trust myself, I cannot trust him. I would be seized with anxiety, “ he said. The attitude of heart in relationships wouldn’t make any difference, whether it’s between men and women, men and men or women and women, I guess.

 He once decided to remain in Spain for his former boyfriend, but they broke up. “He was a bad man,” he said twice, while sipping a beer and shaking his head. It was a shame, but I know that bad guys could be so attractive. Love talk is a sure thing to all ages and cultures.

 However, it was just for this short while that I could drink with him taking it easy. After that, I was caught up in a boisterous Spanish drinking party.

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