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He does know exactly what he's doing with all this. And, one must say, orchestrating it pretty damned well indeed.

Justin put on quite a show in Nashville. How long can it be before he goes full frontal?

I hope no one minds if I do an aviation saying. Helicopters don't actually fly. They are so ugly the earth repels them. I liked all the others. Best regards, RA1

When you are at notre dame and have a fake girlfriend you get in trouble. When you are in Hollywood and have a fake girlfriend they put you in another Mission Impossible sequel.

Gay Tel Aviv Where Nothing Is Uncut Do you like traveling along the Mediterranean, but tired of foreskin? Then, Tel Aviv is the place for your next gaycation! It's full of burly bears, twinky dinks, power bottoms and, of course, lots of hairy Jewish boys! While many people think of Israel as a conservative country, the truth is that only certain sections of it are particularly religious. Jerusalem, for example, might not make the best gay vacation spot. But Tel Aviv is a different story. It is a city that has more bars than synagogues, and is one of the most gay-positive places to visit in the entire world. In fact, according to the most recent census data, 17 percent of all men in Tel Aviv are out gay men and if that many are out, just imagine how many more there really are who are looking to get their gay on the down low! The weather is nearly always beautiful, you can be on the beach in a matter of minutes, and there is no lack of things to do. In fact, the city pulses 24 hours a day, seven days a week. You never have to worry about any downtime and you can get a drink or find a hookup whenever your cute little ass desires. And, sex is nearly always on the menu so you can get porked, even if you can't get pork. Lonely Planet describes Tel Aviv as the San Francisco of the Middle East and they are not wrong. This is a hedonistic city where you will always be able to get your gay on. That said, while Tel Avi prides itself on being hedonistic, that is mostly limited to sex and alcohol. Like most countries in the Middle East, it has drug laws that are terrifying in comparison to what we have in Europe or America. So, don't plan on partying with Tina when you cum here. So, let's take a little journey and see what you can find in twinkarific Tel Aviv! Cruising The Beach And The Park! Any trip to Tel Aviv has to encompass lots and lots of time at Hilton Beach the daytime gay boy meeting spot in the city. This is not only a place to get tan and sweat out your hangover, it is the easiest place to meet hot gay guys during the day. The daytime cruising scene here is hot and heavy, and odds are that if you are in the mood you'll find someone to take a naughty stroll with to an isolated spot and and slut out under the sun. Once dusk hits, however, playtime isn't over. The nearby Independence Park heats up after dark and is filled with men cruising up and down and doing the dirty in the beautiful bushes. You'll find a mix of slutty men and rent boys up and down the entire park all night long. There are not a lot of cops about, so you don't need to be worried about getting busted just for trying to bust your nut. Gay Events In Tel Aviv There are two main gay festivals in Tel Aviv; the biggest is the Tel Aviv International Gay And Lesbian Film Festival, hosted every October, is becoming more and more popular as the years go on. It draws gay men from throughout the Middle East particularly gay Palestinians, because gay themed cinema is banned where they live. Meanwhile, every June Tel Aviv hosts one of the largest gay pride events in the world. More than 100,000 people turn up for Tel Aviv gay pride every year, and the number is growing with officials expecting that number to grow to over 150,000 in the years to cum. On the other hand, while not exclusively gay, the Tel Aviv Fashion Market is also not to be missed. Held twice a year, it brings some of the most important fashion designers in the world together in an event that attracts just as many people as Fashion Week in New York. You'll see some of the most cutting-edge fashion in the world and tons, and tons of cute gay male models to boot. It's almost enough to get you off the beach for a few hours during the day just to check out what's on display. Around The Town In Tel Aviv It's easy to just get lost in sand and sex in Tel Aviv, but if you do so, you'll be missing out because there are plenty of traditional tourist things to do as well. Old Jaffa is a good place to start. This port is not only beautiful, but is where Jonah got on the ship that led him to be eaten by a whale. Best of all, once you have wandered around the port you'll find a nearby year-round flea market full of bargains! If vistas are your thing, head over to Azriely Lookout where you can stare at the city from 200 meters above the ground. This is a particularly beautiful site at night, and a good place to bring a boy you may have met for some romantic times before hitting the club scene. Then take a walk over to Rothschild Boulevard, where you can see some of the most beautiful Bauhaus architecture anywhere as well as sample some great traditional Middle Eastern restaurants. For a general history of Judaism, you can go to Tel Aviv University and wander through the Museum of the Jewish Diaspora. Finally, round out your trip with a visit to Rabin Square the largest in Tel Aviv. It has huge historical importance because it was where the former prime minister was assassinated. Tell Em All About Tel Aviv! OK, my little boy toys, you've been forewarned about the lack of foreskin, but hepped up to the hedonism so let's get down in Tel Aviv. You'll want to tell your friends about it! cc boytoy.com 2012

LOL, it's all about the tease and the anticipation, Lucky.

http://gawker.com/5976923/the-2013-guidelines-for-coming-out?tag=gays

Extraordinary limning of these issues in deep historical perspective, by maybe one of our last journalists to merit the label of public intellectual. Read the whole thing before making conclusions. The war on drugs and alcohol is a war against human nature Humankind's thirst for intoxicants is unquenchable, but to criminalise it reinforces the clinging to addiction Lewis Lapham for Tom Dispatch, part of the Guardian Comment Network guardian.co.uk, Monday 10 December 2012 12.06 EST Ecstasy tablets. 'Red, white and blue pills sell the hope of heaven made with artificial sweeteners.' Photograph: PA The question that tempts mankind to the use of substances controlled and uncontrolled is next of kin to Hamlet's: to be, or not to be, someone or somewhere else. Escape from a grievous circumstance or the shambles of an unwanted self, the hope of finding at a higher altitude a new beginning or a better deal. Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars; give me leave to drown my sorrow in a quart of gin; wine, dear boy, and truth. That the consummations of the wish to shuffle off the mortal coil are as old as the world itself was the message brought by Abraham Lincoln to an Illinois temperance society in 1842. "I have not inquired at what period of time the use of intoxicating liquors commenced," he said, "nor is it important to know." It is sufficient to know that on first opening our eyes "upon the stage of existence", we found "intoxicating liquor recognised by everybody, used by everybody, repudiated by nobody". The state of intoxication is a house with many mansions. Fourteen centuries before the birth of Christ, the Rigveda finds Hindu priests chanting hymns to a "drop of soma", the wise and wisdom-loving plant from which was drawn juices distilled in sheep's wool that "make us see far; make us richer, better". Philosophers in ancient Greece rejoiced in the literal meaning of the word symposium, a "drinking together". The Roman Stoic Seneca recommends the judicious embrace of Bacchus as a liberation of the mind "from its slavery to cares, emancipates it, invigorates it, and emboldens it for all its undertakings". Omar Khayyam, 12th-century Persian mathematician and astronomer, drinks wine "because it is my solace", allowing him to "divorce absolutely reason and religion". Martin Luther, early father of the Protestant reformation, in 1530 exhorts the faithful to "drink, and right freely", because it is the devil who tells them not to. "One must always do what Satan forbids. What other cause do you think that I have for drinking so much strong drink, talking so freely, and making merry so often, except that I wish to mock and harass the devil who is wont to mock and harass me." Dr Samuel Johnson, child of the Enlightenment, requires wine only when alone, "to get rid of myself – to send myself away". The French poet Charles Baudelaire, prodigal son of the industrial revolution, is less careful with his time. "One should always be drunk. That's the great thing, the only question. Drunk with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please." My grandfather, Roger Lapham (1883-1966), was similarly disposed, his house in San Francisco the stage of existence upon which, at the age of seven in 1942, I first opened my eyes to the practice as old as the world itself. At the Christmas family gathering that year, Grandfather deemed any and all children present who were old enough to walk instead of toddle therefore old enough to sing a carol, recite a poem, and drink a cup of kindness made with brandy, cinnamon, and apples. To raise the spirit, welcome the arrival of our newborn Lord and Saviour. Joy to the world, peace on earth, goodwill toward men. 'If you meet, you drink …' Thus introduced to intoxicating liquors under auspices both secular and sacred, the offering of alms for oblivion I took to be the custom of the country in which I had been born. In the 1940s as it was in the 1840s, as it had been ever since the Mayflower arrived at Plymouth laden with emboldening casks of wine and beer. The spirit of liberty is never far from the hope of metamorphosis or transformation, and the Americans from the beginning were drawn to the possibilities in the having of one more for the road. They formed their character in the settling of a fearful wilderness, and the history of the country could be written as a prolonged mocking and harassing of the devil by the drinking, "and right freely", from whatever wise and wisdom-loving grain or grape came conveniently to hand. The ocean-going Pilgrims in colonial Massachusetts and Rhode Island delighted in both the taste and trade in rum. The founders of the republic in Philadelphia in 1787 were in the habit of consuming prodigious quantities of liquor as an expression of their faith in their fellow men – pots of ale or cider at midday, two or more bottles of claret at dinner followed by an amiable passing around the table of the Madeira. Among the tobacco planters in Virginia, the moneychangers in New York, the stalwart yeomen in western Pennsylvania busy at the task of making whiskey, the maintaining of a high blood-alcohol level was the mark of civilised behaviour. The lyrics of the Star-Spangled Banner were fitted to the melody of an 18th-century British tavern song. The excise taxes collected from the sale of liquor paid for the war of 1812, and by 1830 the tolling of the town bell (at 11am, and again at 4pm) announced the daily pauses for spirited refreshment. Frederick Marryat, an English traveller to America in 1839, noted in his diary that the way the natives drank was "quite a caution … If you meet, you drink; if you part, you drink; if you make acquaintance, you drink; if you close a bargain, you drink; they quarrel in their drink, and they make it up with a drink. They drink, because it is hot; they drink, because it is cold." During what were known as the Gay 90s, at the zenith of the country's gilded age, Manhattan between the Battery and 42nd Street glittered in the lights of 10,000 saloons issuing passports to the islands of the blessed and the rivers of forgetfulness. No travel plan or destination that couldn't be accommodated, prices available on request. French champagne at Sherry's Restaurant for the top-hatted Wall Street speculators celebrating the discoveries of El Dorado; shots of five-cent whiskey (said to taste "like a combination of kerosene oil, soft soap, alcohol, and the chemicals used in fire extinguishers") for the unemployed foreign labourer sleeping in the gutters south of Canal Street. Who could say who was hoping to trade places with whom, the uptown swell intent upon becoming a noble savage, the downtown immigrant imagining himself dressed in fur and diamonds? What else is America about if not the work of self-invention? Recognise the project as an always risky business, and it is the willingness to chance what dreams may come (west of the Alleghenies or on the further shores of consciousness) that gives to the American the distinguishing traits of character that the historian Daniel J Boorstin, librarian of Congress from 1975 to 1987, identified as those of the chronic revolutionary and the ever hopeful pilgrim. Boorstin drew the conclusion from his study of the American colonial experience: "No prudent man dared be too certain of exactly who he was or what he was about; everyone had to be prepared to become someone else. To be ready for such perilous transmigrations was to become an American." 'There are more kicks to be had in a good case of paralytic polio' So too in the 1960s, the prudent becoming of an American involved perilous transmigrations, psychic, spiritual and political. By no means certain who I was at the age of 24, I was prepared to make adjustments, but my one experiment with psychedelics in 1959 was a rub that promptly gave me pause. Employed at the time as a reporter at the San Francisco Examiner, I was assigned to go with the poet Allen Ginsberg to the Stanford Research Institute there to take a trip on LSD. Social scientists opening the doors of perception at the behest of Aldous Huxley wished to compare the flight patterns of a bohemian artist and a bourgeois philistine, and they had asked the paper's literary editor to furnish one of each. We were placed in adjacent soundproofed rooms, both of us under the observation of men in white coats equipped with clipboards, the idea being that we would relay messages from the higher consciousness to the air-traffic controllers on the ground. Liftoff was a blue pill taken on an empty stomach at 9am, the trajectory a bell curve plotted over a distance of seven hours. By way of travelling companions we had been encouraged to bring music, in those days on vinyl LPs, of whatever kind moved us while on earth to register emotions approaching the sublime. Together with Johann Sebastian Bach and the Modern Jazz Quartet, I attained what I'd been informed would be cruising altitude at noon. I neglected to bring a willing suspension of disbelief, and because I stubbornly resisted the sales pitch for the drug – if you, O wizard, can work wonders, prove to me the where and when and how and why – I encountered heavy turbulence. Images inchoate and nonsensical, my arms and legs seemingly elongated and embalmed in grease, the sense of utter isolation while being gnawed by rats. To the men in white I had nothing to report, not one word on either the going up and out or the coming back and down. I never learned what Ginsberg had to say. Whatever it was, I wasn't interested, and I left the building before he had returned from what by then I knew to be a dead-end sleep. My longstanding acquaintance with alcohol was for the most part cordial. Usually when I drank too much, I could guess why I did so, the objective being to murder a state of consciousness that I didn't have the courage to sustain – a fear of heights, which sometimes during the carnival of the 1960s accompanied my attempts to transform the bourgeois journalist into an avant-garde novelist. The stepped-up ambition was a commonplace among the would-be William Faulkners of my generation; nearly always it resulted in commercial failure and literary embarrassment. I didn't grow a beard or move to Vermont, but every now and then I hit upon a run of words that I could mistake for art, and I would find myself intoxicated by what Emily Dickinson knew to be "a liquor never brewed/from Tankards scooped in Pearl". The neuroscientists understand the encounter with the ineffable as an "endorphin high", the outrageously fortunate mixing of the chemicals in the brain when it is being put to imaginative and creative use. On being surprised by a joy so astonishingly sweet, I assumed that it must be forbidden, and if by the light of day I'd come too close to leaning against the sun with seraphs swinging snowy hats, by nightfall I felt bound to check into the nearest cage, drunkenness being the one most conveniently at hand. Around midnight at Elaine's, a saloon on Second Avenue in Manhattan that in those days catered to a clientele of actors, writers, and other assorted con artists playing characters of their own invention, I could count on the company of fellow travellers outward or inward bound on the roads of perilous transmigration. No matter what their reason for a timely departure – whether to obliterate the fear of failure, delete the thought of wife and home, reconfigure a mistaken identity, project into the future the birth of an imaginary self – all present were engaged in some sort of struggle between the force of life and the will to death. Thanatos and Eros seated across from each other over the backgammon board on table four, the onlookers suspending the judgment of ridicule and extending the courtesy of tolerance. Alcohol serves at the pleasure of the players on both sides of the game, its virtues those indicated by Seneca and Martin Luther, its vices those that the novelist Marguerite Duras likens, as did Hamlet, to the sleep of death: "Drinking isn't necessarily the same as wanting to die. But you can't drink without thinking you're killing yourself." Alcohol's job is to replace creation with an illusion that is barren. "The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day." The observation is in the same despairing minor key as Billie Holiday's riff on heroin: "If you think dope is for kicks and thrills you're out of your mind. There are more kicks to be had in a good case of paralytic polio and living in an iron lung. If you think you need stuff to play music or sing, you're crazy. It can fix you so you can't play nothing or sing nothing." She goes on to say that in Britain the authorities at least have the decency to treat addiction as a public health problem, but in America, "if you go to the doctor, he's liable to slam the door in your face and call the cops". Humankind's thirst for intoxicants is unquenchable, but to criminalise it, as Lincoln reminded the Illinois temperance society, reinforces the clinging to the addiction; to think otherwise would be "to expect a reversal of human nature, which is God's decree and never can be reversed". The injuries inflicted by alcohol don't follow "from the use of a bad thing, but from the abuse of a very good thing". The victims are "to be pitied and compassionated", their failings treated "as a misfortune, and not as a crime or even as a disgrace". The war on drugs as a war against human nature Whether declared by church or state, the war against human nature is by definition lost. The puritan inspectors of souls in 17th-century New England deplored even the tentative embrace of Bacchus as "great licentiousness", the faithful "pouring out themselves in all profaneness", but the record doesn't show a falling off of attendance at Boston's 18th-century inns and taverns. The laws prohibiting the sale and manufacture of alcohol in the 1920s discovered in the mark of sin the evidence of crime, but the attempt to sustain the allegation proved to be as ineffectual as it was destructive of the country's life and liberty. Instead of resurrecting from the pit a body politic of newly risen saints, prohibition guaranteed the health and welfare of society's avowed enemies. The organised-crime syndicates established on the delivery of bootleg whiskey evolved into multinational trade associations commanding the respect that comes with revenues estimated at $2bn per annum. In 1930 alone, Al Capone's ill-gotten gains amounted to $100m. So again with the war that America has been waging for the last 100 years against the use of drugs deemed to be illegal. The war cannot be won, but in the meantime, at a cost of $20bn a year, it facilitates the transformation of what was once a freedom-loving republic into a freedom-fearing national security state. The policies of zero tolerance equip local and federal law-enforcement with increasingly autocratic powers of coercion and surveillance (the right to invade anybody's privacy, bend the rules of evidence, search barns, stop motorists, inspect bank records, tap phones) and spread the stain of moral pestilence to ever larger numbers of people assumed to be infected with reefer madness – anarchists and cheap Chinese labour at the turn of the 20th century, known homosexuals and suspected communists in the 1920s, hippies and anti-Vietnam war protesters in the 1960s, nowadays young black men sentenced to long-term imprisonment for possession of a few grams of short-term disembodiment. If what was at issue was a concern for people trapped in the jail cells of addiction, the keepers of the nation's conscience would be better advised to address the conditions – poverty, lack of opportunity and education, racial discrimination – from which drugs provide an illusory means of escape. That they are not so advised stands as proven by their fond endorsement of the more expensive ventures into the realms of virtual reality. Our pharmaceutical industries produce a cornucopia of prescription drugs – eye-opening, stupefying, mood-swinging, game-changing, anxiety-alleviating, performance-enhancing – currently at a global market-value of more than $300bn. Add the time-honoured demand for alcohol, the modernist taste for cocaine and the uses, as both stimulant and narcotic, of tobacco, coffee, sugar and pornography, and the annual mustering of consummations devoutly to be wished comes to the cost of more than $1.5tn. The taking arms against a sea of troubles is an expenditure that dwarfs the appropriation for the military budget. Given the American antecedents both metaphysical and commercial – Thomas Paine drank, "and right freely"; in 1910, the federal government received 71% of its internal revenue from taxes paid on the sale and manufacture of alcohol – it is little wonder that the sons of liberty now lead the world in the consumption of better living through chemistry. The new and improved forms of self-invention fit the question – to be, or not to be – to any and all occasions.http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/dec/10/war-drugs-alcohol-against-human-nature For the ageing Wall Street speculator stepping out for an evening to squander his investment in Viagra. For the damsel in distress shopping around for a nose like the one seen advertised in a painting by Botticelli. For the distracted child depending on a therapeutic jolt of Adderall to learn to read the constitution. For the stationary herds of industrial-strength cows so heavily doped with bovine growth hormone that they require massive infusions of antibiotic to survive the otherwise lethal atmospheres of their breeding pens. Visionary risk-takers, one and all, willing to chance what dreams may come on the way west to an all-night pharmacy. The war against human nature strengthens the fear of one's fellow man. The red, white, and blue pills sell the hope of heaven made with artificial sweeteners. http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/dec/10/war-drugs-alcohol-against-human-nature

If during his inaugural address Obama announced that he's a gay Kenyen Muslim and then said "what you going to do about it motherfuckers??"

LOL, vegetable chili? I guess your Doctor talked you into that vegan diet. Let us know how it works out.

"You are drunk, Sir Winston. You are disgustingly drunk." "Yes, Mrs Braddock, I am drunk. And you, Mrs Braddock, are ugly, and disgustingly fat. But tomorrow morning I, Winston Churchill, will be sober." Another from Sir Winston: "I am easily satisfied with the best." Also: "You can always count on Americans to do the right thing -- after they've tried everything else."

Or, given hito's preference for kitty cats over doggies...

Sounds like our Hi is in heat again. Time perhaps for an avatar change?

Because it acts like black people had no influence at all over the passage of the anti-slavery amendment and that it was white advisors of Lincoln who pushed it through, when actually it was mostly the work of Frederick Douglas and other black politicians/activists of the era. Check out this commentary on it. http://stevethepenguin.blogspot.fr/2013/01/thats-how-i-feel-about-lincoln.html

"ape" is a slang term in Europe and israel for "large hairy gay man" much like "bear" is used to describe "bearded beer bellied gay man" in much of the world.

Was anyone else disappointed in this movie? With all of the buzz it has, I was expecting more than a straightforward telling of the story. The raid on Bin Laden's house was all done in night-vision gear, so I could hardly see what was what. Two stars.

The Bible says nothing about selling meth.

Also he admitted he did it as a prank.

Who else would have access to Bieber's own Instagram and Twitter accounts to post this?

One of my favorite films...must have seen it at least 10 times when it was in the theater. Thanks for the great review!!

It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt. Mark Twain

Dorothy Parker is a real treasure trove of great lines: “Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.” ― Dorothy Parker

My first boyfriend was from Israel. He was hairy and horny. He was an animal in bed. I always called him my little ape and he called me Babu. I loved my time with him. I also had 4 other boyfriends from there and they were all very hairy. I love Jewish boys and the ones from Tel Aviv are the best!

Thank you!! ... or as our hitoall would say, Oh my!

Adam just for you. LOL

Maybe he meant boys with no meat on them???

Having sex is like playing bridge because if you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand

“If U.S. travelers buy tickets to the island through Mexico or another third country, they can go almost anywhere, renting rooms in private Cuban homes, eating in private restaurants, and traveling around with taxi drivers, all of which would expose them to the full range of Cuban feelings about Fidel Castro and his brother Raul, Cuba's current president.” “But those trips are not allowed under U.S. law, and travelers would be risking a fine from the U.S. Treasury Department, which doesn't allow Americans to go to Cuba in an independent, unstructured way.” ____________________________________________________ ENTRY / EXIT REQUIREMENTS, TRAVEL TRANSACTION LIMITATIONS: The U.S. Department of the Treasury enforces the Cuban Assets Control Regulations, which apply to all U.S. citizens and permanent residents wherever they are located, all people and organizations physically located in the United States, and branches and subsidiaries of U.S. organizations throughout the world. The regulations require that persons subject to U.S. jurisdiction be licensed in order to engage in any travel-related transactions pursuant to travel to, from, and within Cuba. Transactions related to travel for tourist activities are not licensable. This restriction also prohibits tourist travel to Cuba from or through a third country such as Mexico or Canada. U.S. law enforcement authorities enforce these regulations at U.S. airports and pre-clearance facilities in third countries. Travelers who fail to comply with Department of the Treasury regulations could face civil penalties and criminal prosecution upon return to the United States. See this from the U.S. State Department: http://travel.state.gov/travel/cis_pa_tw/cis/cis_1097.html#entry_requirements On the other hand, if an American wants to travel to Cuba solely for tourism and wants to go there without fear of civil and criminal prosecution upon return to the U.S., there are a few “licensed” travel tour agencies that get around the above laws/warnings which makes it legal for Americans to visit Cuba. The tour I used was not expensive because it included air fare from Miami, seven nights in a decent hotel, free meals if I chose to eat at the hotel assigned by the tour company, medical insurance and a visa plus airport pickups and delivery and an English-speaking guide. The eight-day tour I took varied in numbers of other tour persons. There could be as many as 24 other Americans allowed on the tour but when I took the tour, there were less than 15 - but it varied in numbers. While not visiting sites in Havana, the tour company provided a bus (the tour company called the bus a motor coach) but it was a somewhat older bus that had nice interior padding on the seats. The bus was scheduled and used to take tour members to other areas of Cuba and around various places in Havana. If a tour member chose to skip a tour out of Havana (possibly due to illness from the food or whatever), the person missing the bus ride was free to visit on the economy and go just about anywhere. A couple of my American friends went to Cuba through other cities. One went via Mexico and another went through Toronto. Both friends had a wonderful time except for the worry of being caught upon return to the U.S. for violating rules against tourism by Americans to Cuba. These friends had to pay everything in cash because if a credit card or ATM card is used in Cuba, the American government would know of the transaction and would prosecute those friends for visiting Cuba and spending money without a proper license. Of course, Americans must ask Cuban immigration NOT to stamp their passport both coming in and going out of Cuba. Cuban immigration complies but could make a mistake and stamp a passport. With a stamp in the passport, it is possible that American CBP would see the stamp at some time in the future and refer the traveler for prosecution. The tour I used not only included the items I listed above, a legal “license” which is really a visa was also provided in the cost of the tour. Americans are instructed to carry this visa or a copy of it in the event they are stopped. I was never stopped and never had to show any identification except at the airport and at the hotel. The narrative by OZ is accurate in that the abundance of rent boys is beyond imagination and the prices are less than rent boys in Brazil. There are certain clubs and coffee shops, areas and streets where rent boys can be found, and other places. The guide by OZ is better suited for non Americans only because of the possible negative consequences if caught without a visa/license. The hotel that is chosen by the tour company is one of the best hotels in Havana (although if the hotel were located in the U.S., I would merely call it “decent” enough for comfort). I never had a problem bringing back a visitor. In fact, there were some amusing events with the hotel personnel offering visitors. If anyone is interested in visiting Cuba, they should use the material that was initially posted by OZ. However, it should be emphasized that by going through another country to avoid the restrictions against Americans touring Cuba could result in problems, down the line. See the State Department site I attached here. Another bad thing about sneaking into Cuba without a bonafide visa is the potential of needing legal or medical assistance in case something goes wrong or if you have an emergency and must leave Cuba quickly. There is no American Embassy in Cuba. If an American is in Cuba with a legal visa, the American can take advantage of an agreement the U.S. has with the Swiss government to assist Americans with potential problems. Going to a legally “forbidden” country and worrying about legal issues for breaking the entry law could spoil the enjoyment of the trip. Therefore, I heartily recommend using a tour agency. Some agencies are more expensive than others. The one I used was (as I said above was an eight-day, seven night tour with hotels and air and food and visa and airport pickup) cost $2,100.00. That is a cheap price considering what you get (most of your expenses are paid) and the fact that you will not have to worry about civil and/or criminal penalties upon return to the U.S.

If your boyfriend is much younger you pay for drinks and stuff. If you are roughly the same age then whoever is the top pays for drinks and stuff. If you are versitle then you both pay for your own drinks.