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David called last night but I had already set myself to be alone with Diego. I wanted to sleep alone my last night, and I thought it would be a good idea to give him my undivided attention, so we would not feel offended when I kick him out. When he woke up from his long nap, we ordered from Uber Eats, and had one of our warm bad sex sessions. I wish I were a bottom, he is a great kisser and his hard on is ever lasting. After having diner we hugged and kissed for a long time. I gave him an extra tip, and he asked me for my bluetooth speakers. He loved that little speaker, 20 bucks in amazon. When I was with another guy, he would sleep listening to music with that speaker under the sheets. I wonder why he prefers that rather than earphones. We had had several arguments because he would contaminate public spaces with his loud music (He tried to use them in Abricó and in the condo swimming pool). I deeply dislike when others force me to listen to their music, and I would not allow him to do that. Of course, I gave him the speakers, I only use them for traveling. After his tip and his speakers, another long session of kissing and hugging, and I was finally alone. It was way passed midnight, and I immediately fell asleep. Well, no immediately. During this week I had not changed the sheets. About 5 men had shared them with me. While I was feeling asleep, cuddled by the ocean music, I got to smell the mix of all of them. It was a delicious perfume, and I had the sweetest dreams. This morning I checked out at 10am, and moved to Rhyheim’s house in Leblon. I was considering a programa with Carlos Maranhão, but he was at his hotel and did not have the chance. We just relaxed and chilled with the ones in the house, until they went to the beach at 4pm and left me alone. I did not want to join them, I like to be early in the airports because I get anxious and stressed before traveling. At 6 my Uber took me to Galeão. The pandemic is more visible in this Brazilian airport than in the ones I used in the USA. I did not have to do any lines. I was the only one checking through security. When I arrived to passports check, all the agents would call me, I think they were running some kind of competition. I chose the closest one. In one minute I was walking through empty lounges and closed shops. I spent some of my Rials left overs in the duty free shop, and for the first time I had to do a line. One woman was before me. Only two gates were operational, so everyone traveling was gathering in this area. We were two flights, and yet I was able to choose an extra comfortable seating after grabbing my last Brazilian snack (which of course included pão de queijo). The flight was only half full, and was one of my best ones ever. I did not have anyone seated next to me, so I slept 8 hours uninterruptedly. We landed in Houston 30’ earlier. It was 7 and the airport looks even emptier than when I was going the other way. No lines for security check, again. Soon I will be boarding my last flight to DC, so this is my last “life” report. From now on, I will only post links to the reports published in my blog. The contrast is astonishing. I left a colorful and sunny Rio, the States welcomed me with a grey and rainy Houston.

Learning Thai with BL series I just read a post on the Sawatdee-Forum (thank you Dab69!) that made me aware of this youtube channel with a lot of lessons "Learn Thai Language From BL Series". Toghether The Series and others as well. She must be a huge BL fan!

Glad to update that Arena is still around, though a shadow of its former self. Went during the afternoon and there were only 4 to 5 masseurs around. Luckily, one of them was my type and maybe cos lack of business, the masseur seemed horny even before the massage, grabbing my ass as we walked up to the room. Unsurprisingly, he fucked me after massaging me for only 30 minutes. It was supposed to be a 1 hour massage but since the sex was good, I didn't mind and tipped him as usual.

I wasn't going to say anything..

The B Word: Fortaleza Edition – No Place Like Home After a week or so with BF#1, and some time alone, as well as getting some work done in the process, it was time to see Paulo again. He was adamant in showing me one of his adopted cities – Fortaleza, and to show me why he loves this city so much. I have been to Fortaleza once before, partially chronicled here. I was not able to visit any saunas that time, but still had fun with some Garoto Com Locals. And this trip was to be different – I was going to stay at Paulo’s apartment this time, so no hanky panky with others, just me, him, and the city. So since this is me we are talking about, I had to find a way to sample Fortaleza boys before meeting up with Paulo. Saunas are off-limits because I was going with Paulo to the saunas and boys will talk if I go there without Paulo. So Garoto Com Local was again a saving grace in this regard. Which meant getting a hotel first before meeting up with Paulo. From Sao Paulo, I took an early morning flight to Fortaleza, arriving at noon. Upon checking in to the Hotel Gran Marquise, a reported 5 star hotel in Fortaleza ($60 a night, cost still at pandemic level when I stayed), I was ready to receive the boys before meeting with Paulo later at 7 PM. I met up to 2 boys from the website. One was a firecracker of a versatile guy, who was moreno, super cute, and with a giant ass. Fulfilled my thirst for a more bottom guy. The second guy was your typical bombado with large muscles, big dick and giant ass. He was a pardo, and while his ad had pretty good pics, he was even more of a knockout in person. Surprised me too. I was ready for a more “worship-type” programa with the bombado, but he was game for way more. Super passionate and versatile as well. The programas were 150 and 200, respectively, which is at sauna level pricing in SP or RJ. The boy prices are definitely lower once you leave the southeast. Some comments about the Hotel Gran Marquise: not quite 5 star in my book, as the room I got was fairly average, but the services were as top-notch as you can expect in Brazil. Between programas I was able to take advantage of the gym and pool. And obviously one can receive visitors, at least during the day, as no one checked on the two guests I brought on the way to my room. I wouldn’t know if it was like that at night. As everyone knows, Fortaleza can be dangerous, so I am certain that they are more diligent at night, at least checking ID of your guests. And to close, I had a nice coffee and Bailey’s combo for an afternoon snack, as I relished being in a 5 star hotel in Brazil, especially since I will be shifting gears to stay with the BF in his apartment: And shift gears I did. Once I got the whoriness out of my system (at least for a week), I was ready to meet Paulo. I Ubered it to his apartment, which was more inland and away from the beaches. It was in Centro, in a two story decrepit looking building on a busy street. Upon arriving at his street, Paulo was waiting for me on the curb. He looked happy to see me as I emerged from my Uber. He has a one bedroom apartment. Fairly spartan. Not a lot of furniture. Not the 5 star hotel I was just in for sure. But it was his home, and I was welcome, and that made the quality of the surroundings irrelevant. Since I was in familiar surroundings for Paulo, he laid some ground rules about this trip. Since a lot of people knew him in the city, especially in this part of town, he said to tamp down on the PDA while in public. This rule would be broken numerous times, and it was all him, not me, breaking the rules. During the trip, instead of getting Ubers to get around town, I rode in the back of his motorcycle, and he drove like a maniac. He was an adrenaline junkie, I was not. But I adjusted, because I was living Paulo’s life now. Another ground rule: to stay at his side at all times. Fortaleza remains a dangerous place, and he has stories about him fending robbers and their ilk while living here. I would break this rule once: when we were in Praia Iracema and we got into a silly fight, and I abruptly left our perch in the beach. Astrologically, we were both fire signs, so the fire was in full display in Fortaleza. He had to hunt me down the praca near the beach, and was looking for me everywhere. I sat down near a group of police at the end of the praca. He was relieved to find me, unscathed. He was genuinely concerned. He said I could have been kidnapped or robbed in the praca. I swore to him to never do that again. I would do it again. Apart from intermittent nastiness between us, my Fortaleza visit was actually pretty nice. Paulo showed me his city: warts and all. We got new tattoos from one of his friends. We ate at his favorite places, and drank in the street pubs that he usually haunts. Met some of his friends. Probably the highlight of my trip with him was seeing the crowds in Praia Iracema, and the surrounding parks. It was like seeing a world pre-COVID, as almost no one was wearing masks, and the crowd density was something I haven’t seen for a while now. You must be wondering what the sauna scene here is. From what I know, there are three GP saunas in the city worth noting, and two more that are horrible. At this point of the trip, the other two saunas, Dragon and California were still closed (they have now reopened at the time of this writing), and only one was open. Mykonos Thermas Club. From what I understand, this was a new sauna, opened earlier this year before the pandemic. Perhaps to recoup some of the owner’s investment, the sauna reopened as soon as the city said it was OK to do so. Paulo said that he liked the other two than this sauna, but since this was the only one open, he had no choice but to work here. The place was in a residential part of town, and the façade could be mistaken for any house in the street. Inside of course, was all sauna. The first night, we got there at around 6 PM on a Saturday, and immediately was accosted by boys. Majority of them were next door types, but quote a few were smoking hot as well. Upon checking in, Paulo let me know that clients wore white towels, and boys wore blue towels. This was kind of interesting, as I guess it highlighted which populations were more numerous that the other. My estimate was an even 50/50 split of boys and clients. On the first night, Paulo was immediately chatted up by some clients who were eager for his business, so I was left to my own devices minute one. Which was interesting because I had quite a few boys ask me questions and tried to get something going with me. As one particularly branquinho who was young and tall was chatting me up, Paulo swooped in and put an arm around me. Apparently I was chatting up his “best buddy” in the sauna, and he was firm in telling him that I was the BF. The cute guy apologizes to him and me and quickly moves along. I met quite of few of Paulo’s posse in the sauna, all pretty good looking. He was also coaching one of the young bodybuilders on fitness and supplements, and though I was quite smitten by him, I knew I cant even broach the subject of a programa. I can only look, but cannot touch. Paulo said a lot of the boys here accepted 50 reais as payment for one programa because (a) this was Fortaleza and (b) they ran a volume business. They probably did 5-10 clients a night. Paulo only did a max of 3 or 4, and he would never accept anything lower than 100 reais. Even if I wasn’t able to do any programas, Paulo made up for it by deciding not to work the three nights we visited Mykonos sauna, so his attention was all on me, and boy it was great. It was fun, since he was game to both show me the facilities of the sauna, and using the facilities to their fullest potential. An example, they had a nice small pool/hydromassager that the sauna had, and we had a blast *almost* having sex in it. We drove people away because of the insane PDA. We also played pool in the premises, and it was actually nice to watch the boys play pool sometimes, because some of them had to contort themselves to make a move, and since most of them were in either underwear or towels, its nice to see, I got to see some cock and balls at times. Oddly enough, the sauna had not one but two places for a stage for any drag numbers or stripper shows. The owner actually gave me a personal tour of the premises, and explained to me that the second entertainment space was left empty because sometimes there are private events in there. I got an insight on the challenges a sauna owner had during a pandemic. He had to sacrifice a lot to get the sauna to still be running. Two of the major things he did that he thinks made his sauna the place to go for the gays were: he made the entry for the working boys (GPs) free, and he fed the boys dinner every night. This made the boys come in droves. Even to just have one meal a day. And in a place with a lot of boys, clients will follow. It was an interesting strategy, and yes there was a lot of boys, and a lot of clients, in the premises. I also got a sample of the free dinner one night. Some rice and meat thing. It was actually tasty. I have to say that this space is pretty nice and spacious, and it reminds me of the old Lagoa space in SP. And I certainly had a ton of fun in it, even if I didn’t do one programa in the three nights I was there. This was definitely a new paradigm I was in. I was in a “monogamous” relationship with a GP, and I still got to go to the saunas and gawk at the boys. Let’s see how long this lasts. Next, the weird Sao Luis, Maranhao.

LOL, noone would pay for this. I think when I becomes bfs with a guy here, there is an implied shelf life on both sides of the relationship. I put the kibosh on the relationship if it seems that it is evolving into something that would require me to take the boy to the USA. Thankfully this almost never happens, and I think I instinctively embark on relationships with boys that dont seem to be interested in taking it to the next level. I think Paulo also wishes that this has a finite shelf life, but I think right now we are giving each other what we need right now. He ahs definitely given my trips the needed kick it needed. You're welcome! Ask anyone who has met me and know me personally, yes I seem to be the sex maniac in real life as I portray myself in my reports. This has been the huge downfall in my life... always looking for sex. And if there are times I am not horny, it does not take much to get me there, and there is nothing like a sexy young guy that takes me to this state of horniness. How can it not? Especially in Brazil. Also, I am a huge proponent of "faking it till you make it" which means even when not horny, I can get there quickly if I put my mind to it, and get the necessary tools to get me there. TL;DR - I am a slut. Bonus Sao Paulo topic: I know this is interesting to some people wondering. I was at the Quality Suites Bela Sintra which is just across the street from Espaco Lagoa, and while waiting in the lobby for a friend to come, happend upon this guy, with a client, checking out of the hotel: It was unmistakenly Adriel Fernandes, the popular stripper in Lagoa and other SP haunts. I guess this confirms that he can be bought. I'd wanna chase that one of these days.

it means just we have a bit more of guy we like

It is fascinating being in Bangkok right now. I am no where near the center of the city and yet I see protests on a regular basis near my condo. It is very odd to see. They are all peaceful that I see and I hear them from my window and open up and see thousands in the streets with motorcycles beeping their horns and protesters marching peacefully.

Wow, is right. I guess the place has REALLY changed. I always knew there were a lot of closeted men over there, but I don't ever recall any openly straight guys braving that sandbox. But where do gay-for-pay guys go to discuss their unique life with friendly brethren? Speaking of, women participate now. No doubt transgender, too. The subject of life that emanates from the escorting/porn world is not exclusive to gay men. Is it even possible to control who joins a website, even if it sells itself as a "gentleman's club?" The more the merrier? The more members, the more ka-ching, ka-ching? I realize none of this is nynakedtop's point. It's about loyalty to your own and appreciation. Daddy's character is what it is. Most people are too lazy to stand up to someone's lack of character. It takes energy to care, and a lot of people are tired.

CAT CONDO.....

From The Nation No end in sight as both sides refuse to shift their stance Thai politics has arrived at a dead end as neither side shows any sign of stepping away from the tug-of-war they have been playing for nearly five months. Analysts say the dispute between the powers-that-be and the anti-establishment movement will be prolonged, with no reconciliation in sight. Some don’t rule out the possibility of a coup as the last resort, though others predict that Prime Minister Prayut Chan-o-cha will stay in power until his term ends in 2023. The anti-establishment movement has been rallying since July, demanding that Prayut and his government step down, the junta-endorsed Constitution be rewritten and the monarchy reformed. They are escalating their protests to a point of no return and “shattering the ceiling” by challenging the monarchy, observers say. Analysts have proposed non-violent routes out of the conflict, such as peace talks, but each side has refused because the stakes are too high for both. Moves to set up a reconciliation committee are also likely to fail, as protesters have boycotted the panel. Many observers now warn of possible clashes and violence if the student-led protesters refuse to lower their demands, especially their call for monarchy reforms. There is also concern that if things get out of control, the government will impose martial law or even be ousted by the Army. Yuthaporn Issarachai, a political scientist from Sukhothai Thammathirat Open University, says the escalation of protests brings an increasing likelihood of violent clashes and bloodshed. The potential for serious violence was seen soon after protesters began dispersing on Wednesday (November 25), when two men were shot and critically wounded, though the shooting’s connection to the rally remains unclear. The rally for monarchy reform was being held outside the headquarters of Siam Commercial Bank (SCB) in Bangkok’s Chatuchak district. His Majesty the King is the major shareholder in the bank. A week earlier, more than 50 demonstrators sustained injuries, including six with gunshot wounds, during a rally outside Parliament on November 17, when police directed water cannon and tear gas at protesters and skirmishes broke out between royalists and pro-democracy protesters – the first major clash between the two rival sides. Yuthaporn fears that clashes and the PM’s vow to enforce “all pertaining laws” may lead to a “severe” state of emergency, followed by martial law and finally a military coup. He said a coup would be a last resort if clashes between royalists and anti-establishment protesters cause massive injuries and even deaths. The pundit believes a military takeover is a real possibility, given Thailand does not have an established democracy and the Army’s structure leaves the door open for a putsch. However, it would only make things worse, he added. “Staging a coup may be the last resort [to solve the stalemate], but it won’t end the political crisis. Instead it will intensify the situation, as protesters have made it clear they won’t accept a coup or national unity government,” Yuthaporn said.

That is why I like the Filipino Guys!!

Although I have never stayed at the posh W hotel in BKK, it has been mentioned several times as gay friendly (as are most high-end hotels in Silom/Sathon). It is almost in the same league as the nearby trendy Sofitel So (which is very gay and popular among the local high-so gay guys). You are unlikely to face any issues bringing a local guy to your room at the W - I suppose it happens all the time at these hotels and the staff will mind their own business (but would obviously prefer that you do it discreetly). Most high-end hotels in BKK do not charge a joiners fee; book the room for 2 persons and you will be fine.

Hero I am not, my friend. My golden years are way behind. I am an old tired slut who needs a full day to recover after a session of sex. Funny side note, talking about heroes. The main (only after sex) activity when I am hanging out with the young men I find appealing is always excited (if not exciting) conversation. Brazilians are great conversationists. Of course nowadays our phones are fully integrated to the chatting. We are continuously sharing our pictures, our social media, our Whatsapps. Some of us chose to use our real picture instead of an avatar. They are very small, and I could not recognize anyone in a friend’s phone surfing his messages next to me. However, every time I am in the saunas with a GP, and I browse by @numazu1’s messages, they infallibly yelled “Numazu1”, and ask me whether I am his friend. Indeed, Numazu1 is the new @Tomcal. End of the funny side note. I ended my last report this morning, when I was waiting for Pedro’s call. We connected, I called an Uber, and took a shower. I usually share here the brightest sides of my life, who cares about the darkest ones. But to have just a little taste, let me share that I was not really feeling well. I think I never recovered from the extended fun after Pointe. That night I almost did not sleep after all that sex. Next morning I woke up with the two boys in my place. Not sleeping alone and not being by myself in the morning definitely stresses me up. Then we kept playing and working with pictures and video the whole day. I had kind of kicked out David and Diego last nigh because I was desperate for solitude. However, and even if I had the morning for me, I was still feeling exhausted. I think my aging is definitely demanding some adjustments in my life style. This morning I was afraid I was not going to have energy for Pedro. Fortunately I was wrong. He arrived, and it was the first time I saw him under natural light, it was not yet noon. Really beautiful boy, I wonder how I missed that the first time I saw him in 117. He insists he is a Moreno for Brazilian standards. I would rather say he looks Portuguese or Mediterranean. His chatting was as sweet and seductive as in the sauna. We were sitting cuddling and caressing in the terrace, and I noticed he would get tense when kissing. It was not the first time I felt that. I think I overestimate Brazilian ... what is the opposite of shyness? We have a very open terrace in a second floor and everything we do here (I am right now writing on the terrace while Diego is napping) is visible from faraway in the beach. We talk about it with Pedro, and decided to move on inside. So he went to take a shower and afterwards we shared an explosive session. Even if I do not find him as attractive as David, he is much, much sexier and a much, much of a voracious kisser and bottom. Damn it was good, passionate and super intense and uninhibited as I like it the most. And when we finished, it felt like he wanted more even when both of us had cum in buckets. Amazing boy. We ordered lunch, and when we were enjoying it Diego arrived, with bad news. It broke my heart, he was so happy yesterday after securing his contract. Two close friends from Salvador (he is Baiano) had been shot dead by the police. He was still weeping from his red eyes, had obviously been crying a lot. I felt bad because when I saw his eyes I made a joke about being super stoned, right before he delivered the news. He went to one of the bedrooms to be alone, and we gave him some space. After a while I went to check him up, and his mood had changed because his new football team had won 2-1 after being losing most of the match 0-1. Now he was happy and wanted a burger. Baianos. Pedro left to the sauna after a warm goodbye, and Diego and I went to the swimming pool. I was exhausted, and fell asleep. Surprisingly, that hour sleeping under the sun seem to be what I was needing. I feel quite recovered now. It is too late to go to the sauna (almost 7, and it takes me one hour to get there), though. David did not call as he promised, but right now is texting me although I do not know what he wants yet. Perhaps I invite him to come over. I do not mind relaxing here. That was the plan for this pandemic trip. Less promiscuous sex and party and more focused sex and relaxing. I would say that I have met my goals. I have to check out tomorrow morning at 10, and Rhyheim is sheltering me in his Porn House until I leave to the airport. My flight departs at almost midnight. I guess I will have time to write in the airport if there is anything worthy to be shared. It was great seeing you @BryBro! I DO NOT WANTO TO LEAVE.

He always had something interesting to post.

Thanks for the reply, @numazu1

Does anybody know if Benjamin is still available in PVR? I met him through Grindr three years ago and he was amazing but have lost touch since then.

@Adam4muscle, Dude....... cut the crap already ! EVERYONE (except Trump cultists) have decried the Election to be FAIR, without tampering or Fraud. He LOST by a Landslide, live with it..... now go sulk for the next 4 years like WE had to do when Trump won.... there is absolutely NO way to defend Trump here, and his behavior is Despicable and Anti-American, or as HE would call it...TREASONOUS ! The time of Trump getting HIS way and getting away with it HAS ENDED !!!!!

From the BBC Culture / Books Section Yukio Mishima: The strange tale of Japan’s infamous novelist This photograph – taken a few days before his death – shows Mishima with his loyal cadets (Credit: Getty Images) By Thomas Graham Standing on a balcony, as if on stage, the small, immaculate figure appeals to the army assembled below. The figure is Yukio Mishima, real name Kimitake Hiraoka. He was Japan’s most famous living novelist when, on 25 November 1970, he went to an army base in Tokyo, kidnapped the commander, had him assemble the garrison, then tried to start a coup. He railed against the US-backed state and constitution, berated the soldiers for their submissiveness and challenged them to return the Emperor to his pre-war position as living god and national leader. The audience, at first politely quiet, or just stunned into silence, soon drowned him out with jeers. Mishima stepped back inside and said: “I don’t think they heard me.” Then he knelt down and killed himself by seppuku, the Samurai’s ritual suicide. Mishima’s death shocked the Japanese public. He was a literary celebrity, a macho and provocative but also rather ridiculous character, perhaps akin to Norman Mailer in the US, or Michel Houellebecq in today’s France. But what had seemed to be posturing had suddenly become very real. It was the morning of the opening of the 64th session of the Diet, Japan’s parliament, and the Emperor himself was present. The prime minister’s speech on the government agenda for the coming year was somewhat overshadowed. No one had died by seppuku since the last days of World War Two. In 1949, Mishima arrived on Japan’s literary scene with Confessions of a Mask, a kind of autobiography, thinly veiled as a novel, that made him famous in his early twenties. It tells the story of a delicate, sensitive boy who is all but held captive by his grandmother. She is ill and he is made to nurse her. Rather than playing outside with other boys, he is confined with her for years in the sickly-sweet smelling darkness of her bedroom. The boy’s mind develops in that room. Fantasy and reality are never quite separated; fantasy, the stronger twin, grows dominant. By the time the grandmother dies and the boy emerges, he has developed a fixation with roleplaying, with life as theatre. He cannot resist layering fantasies over life around him. Men and boys, especially muscular, straightforward ones, are assigned roles in his vivid, often violent daydreams. Meanwhile he obsesses over his own deviance and appearing normal. He learns how to play his own role: “The reluctant masquerade had begun.” Confessions of a Mask continues up to the end of the boy’s adolescence, detailing the entwined evolution of his internal and external lives and his homosexual awakening. In many ways, it is the key to understanding Mishima’s later life and works. It reveals the roots of the aesthetic sensibility, so tied to his sexuality, which proved to be Mishima’s steering obsession. The narrator writes that he “sensuously accepted the creed of death that was popular during the war”, when conscription and self-sacrifice seemed certain and imminent, and indeed Mishima was forever fixated on the idea that beauty is most beautiful when it is transient – and above all on the cusp of destruction. This creed mingles with admiration for the male form, a form the frail narrator lacks, to produce fantasies of brave warriors and their bloody demises. This private world of “Night and Blood and Death” was filled with the “most sophisticated of cruelties and the most exquisite of crimes”, all recounted with a cool detachment. Continues with photos https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20201124-yukio-mishima-the-strange-tale-of-japans-infamous-novelist