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A Tel Aviv BoyToy named Nate Thought he lived on the Eurasian Plate. When he learned it's a fault, He exclaimed, Oy, gevalt! I should probably double my rate!

Too bad about the shortcomings...

The Boys Of St. Vincent Here we have one of the most well-made films about an uncomfortable topic ever. Told in two parts, it goes to the heart of the blackness than can exist inside humanity. Its effect cannot be understated it leaves you both in awe of the acting, directing and filmmaking, while at the same time horrified and repulsed by what you see on the screen. That it was made in 1992 is astounding. Six years later, Todd Sololdz would make a far less explicit film called Happiness, covering roughly the same subject matter, and would be reviled for it. What makes this film able to do what it does and get away with it is that it is based on true events at the Mt. Cashel Orphanage in Newfoundland. The events had been written about throughout Canadian media, and the film was made to give the nation a sense of catharsis. If nothing else, the film is a great argument for ending celibacy in the priesthood. One of the running themes in the film is that repressing your sexuality will cause it to be expressed in ugly, damaging ways. I was afraid of sex, of what sex made me feel, Brother Peter Lavin (played by the same actor who portrays Conrad Greystone on Revenge says to his psychologist. That's why I entered the brotherhood, so I would not be able to act on it. If he'd been placed in a remote monastery, who knows what would have happened to him. But as it was, he was put in charge of St. Vincent's Orphanage - and what happens when you have a grown man repressing his sexuality while surrounded by young boys is, if nothing else, somewhat predictable. The first half of the film documents in great detail the abuse that Brother Lavin and three other monks heap at the boys in their care. The boys constantly try to run away; when they do, the police bring them back and as punishment, the monks beat them senseless before making them suck their cocks or buggering them. Eventually, though, a police officer does get involved; he interviews the children and gets sworn statements of the abuse that has been taking place. But, his captain refuses to press charges, saying he has been told to repress the case by officials in the Justice Department who want to avoid a scandal. Then, the church removes the three monks and sends them to other dioceses. New monks take their place, and the cycle of abuse begins again. The second half of the film takes place 15 years later: A new police captain has been going through old files and finds the sword statements of the boys. He instigates a real investigation, and Lavin and the other monks are quickly charged. By this point, Lavin is no longer a monk. Instead, he is an architect - and a married man with two young boys of his own. We now see the boys as adults, and it's far from pretty. As a result of their abuse, they are all severely damaged people. Some have become male prostitutes. Others have drug and alcohol problems. Some start bar fights. All are heterosexual, but have problems with sex. In fact, the one who was molested most often admits to his girlfriend that he is afraid of sex chilling, given Lavin's words to his shrink in an earlier scene. What transpires next is a great argument for our current rape shield laws: The defense attorneys have free range to interrogate the victims on the stand and bring every single mistake they've ever made in their lives against them. In fact, one of the victims kills himself the night after he testifies. Meanwhile, a separate investigation is made into the cover-up of the abuse but nothing comes of it. The local bishop, who simply moved the monks elsewhere instead of disciplining them or getting them treatment, simply says that he was told by church officials in Rome to do so. Given that the Vatican is its own country, there is no way for the Canadian government to force those officials to come to the trial to testify. The police chief, who ordered the investigation to be suppressed, claims that a prostate operation wiped out 20 years of his memory. His boss says he was told to suppress it by a deputy justice minister who has been dead for five years. At that point, the trail runs cold. Meanwhile, Lavin himself remains in deep denial over having done any wrongdoing. When his wife finally asks him how he feels about what he did to the boys - and what has happened to their lives since he was arrested - he responds, I feel like a martyr to those lying boys, and now a martyr to you, my supposedly loving wife. She then asks him if he has molested their own children, to which he responds, Why don't you ask them? Then, the film fades to black. What we have here is a film of damaged lives. The monks themselves had their souls twisted by a church that told them their sexual urges were a sin. If they had not been part of the church, who knows what would have happened to them. They might have simply become happy gay men. As it is, they became monsters; the children themselves are twisted and damaged beyond repair. Who is to say what their lives would have been like if the church had not placed them in the care of these monsters? So, at the end of the day, the film is not so much a tale of a few horrific people as it is an indictment of a religious institution that shames people with alternative sexualities to the point that they become soulless beasts, and then when confronted with the results, shrugs it off as just another sin that can be washed away in the confessional. There is an emptiness and emotional vacancy that haunts this movie. Knowing that this was not an isolated incident, and in fact happened in every country that the Catholic Church operates in, defines the concept of sin in a way that the Vatican would probably not be comfortable with.

A friend is going to Rio in March and gets to stay at the Sheraton because his family gets a nice discount. I have never stayed in this hotel and he asked me about it. Has anyone stayed here? What was your experience? The TripAdvisor reviews are all over the place.

Rhode Island's marriage equality bill has unanimously passed the House Judiciary Committee (11-0), marking the first time a marriage bill has made it past the Committee in state history! The bill proceeds to the full House of Representatives for a vote, possibly as early as this week. http://www.chron.com/news/article/Gay-marriage-bill-heads-to-vote-in-RI-House-4213123.php

Tom Cruise has a girlfriend.

I find it amusing that in an article about how to get laid by cute middle eastern boys all we seem to care about is geography.

Bieber is such an obvious bottom I don't think his dick size matters.

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I'm more than aware of that.

Hi TO, Thanks for sending me the article on differences between BT, escorts and HB. I'm not computer/forum savvy, so I didn't find the way to respond to the message directly. Thanks very much, Roni 12is12

You're not only informed, but gracious and open-minded to a fault!

Ahhhh...I had such a crush on River!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I am not about to disparage the utility of the helicopter. Apparently we need garbage trucks, honey wagons, helicopters and the like but please don't ask me to "drive one" for fun. Best regards, RA1

And the prison lobby. At $166 a night for a single bed in a bad neighborhood, they can afford to influence a lot of legislation. Plus, they have a built-in loyalty program and can even offer a weekend getaway to select customers.

It is OK for you to have your opinion. Even though you are wrong. LOL jk It was one of my first gay movies and I have a great fondness for it. I was also in love with River Phoenix which I did hear was gay by many friends.

Oh my goodness!

I've been to a "few"(insert chuckle) of Rio's Love Motels. Not an expert with an encyclopedic knowledge. But from the the most basic place across the street from the Campo de Sant'Anna to a mid-range place like the Hostal on Ave. Gomes Freire in Lapa, Lido in Copa as well as another around the corner from La Cueva to a much more luxe across the street from the Igreja Nossa Senhora da Gloria on the Largo do Machado, and also the tres-chic Scort Motel in Sao Conrado, and more than a few others in between, but I was unfortunately never offered a room comparable to the medieval whips and chains of the Shalimar. Woe is me. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/18/rio-de-janeiros-love-hote_n_2505766.html#slide=more275669

Great article my friend. I have see the one hotel in the slide show but never stayed there. When I was 16 years old, I "escaped" from my family and told them I was staying with a friend. My two other friends did the same and we went to Nashville, Tenn for the weekend. We had a blast but we knew nothing of travel so we stayed in a hotel that had the brightest lights. We didn't know at the time but it was a love hotel and the bed was a massage bed. Jacuzzi was in the room. There was a place to get tied up but we didn't know what any of this was for. I was a bit naive to be honest. It was me and my best friend and my girlfriend. We all slept in the same bed. Of course, I cuddled with her but ended up getting fucked by him when she was asleep. LOL I guess the Love Hotels have a real place in my heart!

Definitely within spitting distance of the Vidigal favelados. But a very short taxi/bus ride to the wonderful lifestyle of the beaches and restaurants and bars of Leblon and Ipanema.

I rate Barcelona highly. There are a lot of attractive young men who are available. Most are working more or less: some are 'professional' and have online profiles, some work out of Thermas while some just seek a little extra cash. And apart from the men, the city has a lot to offer by way of architecture, history, restaurants and theatre.

Thanks for the report, firecat. Since I know the area, i was able to go along with you in my mind, even on the baht bus! It's a fun time that many guys here would enjoy. Sure, it's long ways away, but that adds to the mystique. One forgets that long flight as soon as you pass customs. And the trip home is three hours shorter, so nothing to worry about!