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I just got in from an amazing time at P11 ( sometimes known as Planetario XI). I walked in around 6 pm, guided by the wisdom of others on this site who suggest that this timing is key for the local clientelle on the way home to the wife and kids. As soon as I walked in the door, I was identified as an American and the sharks were circling. One in particular appointed himself my guide to the club. He again, I had been warned by the veterans. It didnt help. I have a weakness for big-dicked mullatto bottoms and this guy, Neto, had been in my dream since I hit puberty. Careful not to get taken in as a rube, I bargained him down to 80 from the 100 he requested. And, I whispered, " are you sure?" in Spanish when he stated loudly in Portugeuse that he was "attivo only". As promised by the wisemen on this site, as soon as we were in the room, his legs were in the air and I had a great time. Having nothing else pllaned for the evening, I decided to hang a round the club a while longer, waiting for th promised show. Another dream come to life, Ricardo, spent an hour trying to get me to do a massage with him. The combination of the drinks and his persistence inspired me to forget my training. I wasnt precise about what I expected before we went into the room and was disappointed by his limited repertoir. I came anyway. By this point, I was two orgasms down in the space or two hours and could barely walk. As I nursed a beer at the bar, a tall guy, Fabio, who is a dead ringer for one of my secret crushes stateside came in. Do i even need to say that I was ready to go yet again and paid his R$100 fee and covered his entrance fee for teh night too. This was the best of all, though he wouldnt bottom. In summary, I spent R$400 for 3 hours with three men whom I wouldnt hessitate to pay $150 each stateside plus I got clean, cofortable rooms and a half dozen drinks as well. If you want Brazilian men who look Brazilian rather than Danish men who happen to work for reis, Salvador is the place to be.

I seem to recall (way back when) feeling like seeing Atticus as anything other than a racist was an almost wilful misreading of the novel. The movie version has always made me extremely uncomfortable in its ambiguity on this point. See the nice white man stand up and defend the poor colored boy from those nasty peckerwoods. To me, Atticus was a kindly inclined man with strong ideas of fairness & of his responsibility as a lawyer to defend his client, negro or no. Throw in a little noblesse oblige toward lesser, dependant folks and there you have Lawyer Finch in a nutshell. I grew up around any number of White Southerners pretty much like that. A lack of animus toward black people as individuals was not the same thing as having any sense of urgentcy to see the caste system of the South shattered, not by a long shot. There is a documentary on Ms. Lee currently running on PBS that quotes her as being quite hostile to Freedom Riders forcing the issue of segregation in public accommodations. (In fairness to her, she found the early MLK program of peaceful petitioning for redress of grievances much more palatable.) Again, not unlike a lot of the folks I grew up with.

Speak for yourself. I woke up this morning feeling like a 20 year old but at that hour could not find one. Best regards, RA1

After I explained who the SS and SD were he Blanched. I wonder if he subsequently used that in his sales pitch.

I first came across the word 'Obergruppenführer' in Speer's grimly (and occasionally comically) fascinating memoir Inside the Third Reich. Various holders of the title were among the many figures throughout the Reich government who alternately thwarted and aided Speer's efforts to save the Nazi war-production program from misorganization in general and Hitler's increasingly counterproductive interventions in particular. Wikipedia enlightens: Obergruppenführer was a Nazi Party paramilitary rank that was first created in 1932 as a rank of the SA, and adopted by the Schutzstaffel one year later. Until 1942, it was the highest commissioned SS rank, inferior only to Reichsführer-SS (Heinrich Himmler). Translated as "senior group leader",[1] the rank of Obergruppenführer was considered senior to Gruppenführer.[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obergruppenf%C3%BChrer Gottlob Berger, commander of the SS-Hauptamt, wearing the rank insignia of an SS-Obergruppenführer and a superimposed Knight's Cross of the War Merit Cross

And the opening of O'Connor's other novel, The Violent Bear It Away: Francis Marion Tarwater's uncle had been dead for only half a day when the boy got too drunk to finish digging his grave and a Negro named Buford Munson, who had come to get a jug filled, had to finish it and drag the body from the breakfast table where it was still sitting and bury it in a decent and Christian way, with the sign of its Savior at the head of the grave and enough dirt on top to keep the dogs from digging it up. (The jug, we shortly learn, is because the late uncle had been a moonshiner.)

Just as a parlor trick, here is the opening of Go Set a Watchman: Since Atlanta, she had looked out the dining-car window with a delight almost physical. Over her breakfast coffee, she watched the last of Georgia’s hills recede and the red earth appear, and with it tin-roofed houses set in the middle of swept yards, and in the yards the inevitable verbena grew, surrounded by whitewashed tires. She grinned when she saw her first TV antenna atop an unpainted Negro house; as they multiplied, her joy rose. Jean Louise Finch always made this journey by air, but she decided to go by train from New York to Maycomb Junction on her fifth annual trip home. For one thing, she had the life scared out of her the last time she was on a plane: the pilot elected to fly through a tornado. For another thing, flying home meant her father rising at three in the morning, driving a hundred miles to meet her in Mobile, and doing a full day’s work afterwards: he was seventy-two now and this was no longer fair. And then here, coincidentally likewise set on a train, is the opening of Wise Blood, Flannery O'Connor's first novel: Hazel Motes sat at a forward angle on the green plush train seat, looking one minute at the window as if he might want to jump out of it, and the next down the aisle at the other end of the car. The train was racing through tree tops that fell away at intervals and showed the sun standing, very red, on the farthest edge of the woods. Nearer, the plowed fields curved and faded and the few hogs nosing in the furrows looked like large spotted stones. Mrs. Wally Bee Hitchcock, who was facing Motes in the section, said that she thought the early evening like this was the prettiest time of day and she asked him if he didn't think so too. She was a fat woman with pink collars and cuffs and pear-shaped legs that slanted off the train seat and didn't reach the floor. Elsewhere in the same book O'Connor writes: Two doors flew open and he found himself moving down a long red foyer and then up a darker tunnel and then up a higher, still darker tunnel. In a few minutes he was up in a high part of the maw, feeling around, like Jonah, for a seat. And that's just someone entering a movie theater. There are writers, and then there are writers.

Not much of a literary critic here but join you in finding nothing in the snippet I read that pulls me in for more. Now comes a review in The New York Times that suggests Atticus Finch was a racist in later life. And this has brought no less a critic than Al Sharpton to the fore. Something tells me that the publisher who first read Go Set a Watchman all those years ago and suggested that Harper Lee go back and try again may have been onto something. Atticus Finch is a racist in To Kill a Mockingbird’s sequel

I've fallen and I can't get it up!

You paid R$400 for three hours with three men. Such a bargain. At the current exchange rate, that is equal to (U.S.) $124.60 total. Where else in the world could you replicate that? Thanks for the interesting report. If you find some free time, you might want to consider checking out this hotel owned by two gay guys from France - HOTEL CASA DO AMARELINDO - Rua das Portas do Carmo, 06 | Pelourinho, Salvador (Historic area of Salavador) I hope you continue to enjoy Salvador.

What a splendid documentary. Young people (young gays, particularly) cannot possibly relate to what was done to the gay community only one generation ago. That documentary will help many realize some of the horrors that gays had to face, until the past couple of decades. Some of the horrors remain. Although the documentary briefly mentioned that President Reagan and other politicians offered no government help during the AIDS crisis, the documentary should have included at least a portion of some of the hateful things said by the Reagan clan to justify their doing nothing about AIDS. Following are but a couple of remarks that supposedly justified the U.S. Government ignoring AIDS and not funding research for finding a cure for it: Jerry Falwell, a major supporter of Reagan and a source of millions of dollars of campaign funds said - "AIDS is the wrath of God upon homosexuals." Reagan's communications director Pat Buchanan said that AIDS is "nature's revenge on gay men." Thanks for posting that link to the documentary.

David Geffen has parties many times a year that are private and feature lots of males. I have been to a couple of these and can say the boys are opportunist. Money talks, we all know it.

Let me try: We know Flannery O'Connor's deadly crack about To Kill a Mockingbird -- "It's interesting that all the people that are buying it don't know they are buying a children's book." If this first chapter of Go Set a Watchman is representative of the rest, it might be that O'Connor simultaneously, rather miraculously, identified the thing that raises Mockingbird at least partway toward the plane of art. Without reading all of the new (old) book obviously I can't form a fair judgment. But the writing in this excerpt is not so encouraging. I went back and looked at some of Mockingbird again and liked just the prose and voice a good bit more than in this sample from Watchman. I will read the whole thing when it comes out.

Damn, you beat me to it. Again. Well, what do you think, AS? As good as Capote or not?

It's certainly interesting....and I have to wonder if he feared him because of some explicit threat (which it seems because he feared for his safety apparently) or just because he felt at some perceived risk because of the power of Geffen to somehow influence his life (perhaps cutting off revenue streams from other wealthy individuals)? Although I suppose it is possible, it just seems to be a bit far fetched that someone like Geffen would make physical threats against someone. But again, anything is possible For those interested, his stage name is Justin Matthews and plenty of videos of him available, both as a top and bottom. As a bottom: http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5596ce683ff10 As a top: http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=2088676164

a nice full house new garoto who is a thai boxing expert/personal trainer. in town for 2 weeks to take classes in P.T. His ass is so round and strong it could crack walnuts. nice! and is learning english!!! the 3 garoto's that were at point last night were back at 117. a nice happy group tonight, the garrote's were very talkative. T

I've been there twice. It's my second favorite Brasilian city, and when I was there I had a superb guide. Since then we've been introduced to Fernando who will give you all that you're requesting and then some. Check out his reviews at www.tripadvisor.com. Check out the archives here; perhaps there is some old stuff that might be useful still!! Last year a good friend of mine who I met while in Rio de janeiro had Fernando as a guide. He, my amigo, was more than pleased. In another post here, one of Fernando's former clients wrote highly of him! Enjoy BAHIA!

I was at Lagoa a couple of times this week and last, as often as I could between other commitments. Some low and highlights: Emerson - he is an older black gentleman, well, older for the trade, probably in his mid thirties. he is bald, hairy and very muscular. I remembered him from a few years ago as a particularly good experience and was at first happy to see him again. I found out later the other gp's gave him the nickname "chiclete" (chewing gum) because he tends to stick to customers. boy is that accurate! after an OK programa where he topped and did lots of other great stuff, I could not shake him. first he wanted to stay in the cabin, then he wanted to stay at my table, I thought perhaps to eat so offered him something, he said no thank you. he kept pushing the idea of gong back upstairs with a third guy. I shook him finally by asking him if he knew anyone else that he could recommend. Flavio - this was the guy that Emerson recommended. a tall, beefy European guy with lots of tattoos and a haircut about ten years too young for him. still, he was pleasant, a good conversationalist and rather good looking in a dilf way. the programa was not great. though tender and attentive, he also turned out oddly needy. he insisted he wanted to be memorable, that I didn't like him, why wouldn't I let him top... I had actually asked for a slow lengthy programa with massage and sex as an option. because it was longer than usual, at least in theory, I agreed to a price of R$150. when I paid, after cutting the thing short, we had an unpleasant exchange where he insisted we agreed on R$200. In the end I paid. I was embarrassed by the discussion within earshot of everyone. I think the guys that want to pull this scam count on this. in perhaps the worst insult of the trip, he then hands me a piece of paper with his number. Gabriel - a few days later I was back and met this very young garoto flashing a Maglite sized wand. He said he was 20, charged 150. he delivered on his basic commitment. he was robotic, albeit physically a rare specimen. his skin was perfect, youthful face and energy, lovely slightly muscular body... just don't expect much more than the bang bang. oh, and he's a smoker, I probably had a pack myself making out with him. Artur - a few days later I returned to find Emerson. he instantly zeroed in on me and started very aggressive and unwelcome petting, groping, etc. I know understand how Anita Hill felt. I told him at least ten times, without exaggeration and in very good Portuguese, that I was not interested. but I like you so much, I love big bear types, you are exactly the kind of man I want, look how turned on I am; he was. he even pulled in a friend and again offered a threesome. the friend, Victor, saw I was annoyed and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said if I wanted to talk, he would be at the bar. I told Emerson I wanted to take a sauna and he insisted on accompanying me, I flatly said no and he finally stepped back. it was a good move. inside the dry sauna, dripping with sweat and standing completely naked like a living statue of David was Artur. he advertises on Malícia, I will post a photo later. he was perfect. we spent some time in the sauna, groping about, then moved to a suite. affectionate, giving, a fantastic kisser, this man made the ordeal with Emerson a thing of the long forgotten past. he had a very natural look, about 5'8" with stunning green eyes that I thought were contacts but he said no. he is gay, completely versatile and a particularly enthusiastic bottom. I kept his number when he offered it. we agreed to R$100 but I gave him a nice tip as our programa was almost 2hrs. Victor - after the programa with Artur, I wanted a relaxing massage. Victor had mentioned he was good and I could not locate the house masseur. we agreed to R$100 and went upstairs to a suite. then his towel came off. some people should not be allowed to wear clothes at all. he is very very muscular, not usually my thing at all but he seemed very nice, intelligent and had big hands. I thought these were pluses in the massage world. he had a very thick, rather long beer can of a tool that changed the nature of our agreement. he was terrific and asked if I wanted leite for R$200 and I said no that it did make a difference to me. he said he needed to come anyway and did so. I did give him a nice tip just because I enjoyed the time together. he is a very patient and considerate top, I highly recommend. he looks like a beefy Italian hulk with tattoos ask over. big big Brown eyes too. so, lessons reinforced include, agree to specifics upfront and to a price for everything; be firm if a guy refuses to leave your side, and if you see Artur there, go with him and enjoy.

Artur