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In that case, I suggest you ask the mamasan to point you in the direction of guys that don’t shoot such a big load. The Tsunami warning siren needs to be sounded before some guys unload, particularly when they haven’t had a customer for a few days.

Here are my two.

Most of the books that have affected me and to a certain extent changed my thinking relate to historical events or my views on a certain country. The partition of India had largely escaped me until some decades ago I read Paul Scott's masterful quartet of books which go under the title The Raj Quartet. This epic fictional tale brings to the fore the differing views of long time British residents, colonial masters and the rising tensions with the people of India. The characters are superbly drawn from the sadistic police inspector to the young lady just arrived from Britain to meet up with her Indian boyfriend and Barbie Bachelor, the ageing Brit who intends to stay on after Independence as she has nowhere else to go. The Quartet was made into an excellent tv series in the 1970s featuring the cream of British acting talent. It changed my views on the history of the lead up to that disastrous period in history. The first two books of the Quartet Over the last three decades we have learned more about the story of Hong Kong and how it became one of the world's leading economic city states. With China now breaking its agreement with Britain to basically leave it alone for 50 years after the handover, our attention is on the present and future rather than the past. Yet its past is utterly fascinating, from the Qing Dynasty being the world's major economic power in the early 18th century to the internal decay that was evident a century later; from British traders being confined for most of the year to the quaint little Portuguese enclave of Macao, to the need for the British colonists to find an outlet for the opium which they grew in great quantity in India and so to the Opium Wars that heralded what all Chinese even today call the start of the century of shame. None describes this in simpler, easier to comprehend detail then Foreign Mud by Maurice Collis. This was the name given to the drug opium. The origins of the Vietnam War also fascinate - and horrify me. From the dreadful effect of French colonialism, from Roosevelt and Truman's rejection of their wartime ally Ho Chi Minh's written requests that the anti-colonial American government not permit the French to return to post-war Indo-China, to the mistaken belief that Vietnam was a communist domino rather than a country seeking to rule its own affairs, Vietnam suffered 3 million deaths over a 30 year period. Again, many books have been written, but none had more effect on many than Robert McNamara's 1996 mea culpa In Retrospect. Vietnam was basically McNamara's War. As he writes, "we were wrong, we were terribly wrong." In Retrospect reveals the fatal flaws and misassumptions behind America's involvement in the war. It is tempting to suggest that it should be a bible for all those countries going to war believing they are in the right. Yet America's leaders paid no attention and continued its overseas misadventures with Iraq. Recently I came across a short novel which made me think more closely about the priesthood. Stephen Hough is one of the world's finest concert pianists and clearly a fascinating character. The Economist named him in 2009 one of the world's top 20 polymaths. His intention was to become a priest until he won one of the world' top piano competitions at the age of 21. That launched him into a major concert career and he now has more than 60 CDs on the market. The Final Retreat is his first novel. A short book with just 182 pages, it takes as its subject a troubled gay priest, his thoughts and deeds as his world descends into areas he sought to avoid (although i hasten add that pedophilia is not part of the book). Written almost in a clipped style, it is difficult to put down.

I know many who are doing the Houseboy thing. Many are also trying to convince their man they want to be with them for a long time when in essence they are just going to be there till work picks back up and they can make more money. No. No. I am not self projecting here! Jupiter Boy loves me for me.

I just want to write a brief report after my 3rdannual long trip to Havana. The first time was for 10 days. The second was for 4 weeks. And this time two weeks. I did write a very detailed 118-page diary-like reports inspired by Numazi the Great, but I did it in Chinese and published in a Taiwanese forum. If anyone’s interested, I’d post the links here. I’m sorry that English is not my mother tongue. Please bear with me with all possible mistakes. Prior to Havana, I did a little detour in LA, Puerto Vallarta, Guadalajara, Panama, Cartagena and Barranquilla. I had in total 32 days. Puerto Vallarta and Cartagena are very touristic places, with all the typical traits. Not that many prepagos as one might imagine and the local free boys are actually taking initiatives messaging me a lot. Guadalajara and Barranquilla are normal cities with mostly locals looking for fun. Panama is full of spoiled expats. But a very common thing in all these cities is guys talk too much but don’t always take the next step. They just keep on talking, as if that’s what they do all day long. I still get occasional messages from some now, six weeks after I left Latin America. Mexicans don’t always have the largest cocks but I have to praise their sexual power. I never encountered any Mexicans with ED problems. Actually they are all hard as rock and some cum too fast. No wonder ‘retardante’ condoms can be found everywhere and are more expensive. They certainly love showing off their ‘dureza extraordinaria’. Some tried weird positions on my which made me worry about breaking their tool. It was my first time in Panama, and I only met one local boy, twice. Big butt, huge cock, fucks long and nice. I had very positive opinion based on that very limited sample. He’s a sailor and worked around the world. One fantasy fulfilled… Cartagena and Barranquilla feel very different from Bogota or Medellin or Cali. I was offered for 30 dollars by one black prepago in Cartegena but I was not happy with his look. I met three local guys instead, including one super cute mulato and another one travelled with me to Barranquilla to visit his family. Barranquilla is such a boring, The main attractions are mediocre malls. One can end up of doing a lot of shopping there. How can such a city give birth to great artists such as Shakira and Sofia Vergara? I met one ‘indigena’ boy and unlike other Asia-originated blood, he’s equipped with an oversized tool. We hang out mostly by the rooftop pool. We also went to the zoo. Sex was good. But in general, I don’t consider Colombians as hung as Cubans, with the exception of Calians (guys from Cali… hummmm, Word wants to correct me). I had another mission: taking a Yellow Fever shot before reaching Cuba. A Taiwanese friend was refused at checkin from Brazil to Cuba without the yellow certificate. It got me worried. I called Copa and Avianca many times but no one could give me a definitive answer. Some said don’t need it because my flight to Havana originates from the north of Colombia, which is not considered as an epidemic zone. Some said I need it because I visited Panama before Colombia. Some said it depends on airport agents. And some said it depends on Havana border control. I was worried. I couldn’t find this vaccine in LA, neither in Mexico. I was told there was a ‘falta national’. In Panama the clinics changed the price from 5 USD to 100 USD but still couldn’t follow the demands. I was there on their national day anyway. I finally got my chance in Cartagena, and it was free. But one problem, it was less than 10 days (required advance for the vaccine to be considered valid) before my Havana flight. Out of desperation, I did a Chinese trick. I downloaded a yellow fever certificate online and photoshopped my name on it. Then I showed it to the doctors in Cartagena med centre on my phone asking for a replacement of my ‘lost’ certificate. I got the back dated yellow certificate, but the doctor refused to give me a new shot as they are supposed to be valid for life. At that point, I absolutely wanted my shot. Up on arrival at Barranquilla, I queued another two hours and got a shot there, and got a new certificate, a white one, not yellow. I was told to go to the main municipal med centre to exchange for the international yellow certificate. I did so, with accompany of my ‘indigena’ friend. No one asked for the Yellow Fever certificate anywhere. Back to Cuba. The first shock I had was how much the Cuban government increased price of the ‘visa-on-arrival’, from 20 Euros to about 70. So I strongly recommend you buying the Tarjeta del Tourista before boarding your plane. From Colombia it costs less than 20 Euros and even cheaper from Mexico. I had to buy it every time upon arrival because I’m from a country that is supposed to enjoy visa exemption in Cuba and hence most airlines refused to sell it to me. But of course no Cuban border control officer would accept his country loosing the valuable visa revenue. I protested furiously, not because I cared about the money. It’s not even one percent of the price of the bag I was carrying. I just felt it was so unfair. I was actually invited to attend their 40thHavana movie festival. So much for being ‘honored guest’! The lady was at first very hard on attitude, pulling up all my entry history and threatening blacklisting me. I responded hard, threatening taking the next flight back to Bogota and never return. I actually considered doing it. Then she started playing the ‘I hate this too, as I have to deal with it on daily basis’ card, and she played it well. I felt sorry for her. I paid the visa fee. I’m not proud of myself. On my taxi ride from Jose Marti airport to Havana, my driver told me he could get ‘Tarjeta del Tourista’ for 30 CUC. I wonder how that works. Havana felt the same at first. I rented a casa in the same area as before, in Vedado near Las Vegas. It’s not because I planned to go out every night. I actually never went there. It just happened to be the area I chose to stay in the first time and I stick to it. I did try Havana Central last time for a couple of days but didn’t like it at all. Streets are dirtier, buildings are shabbier, and people look sadder. Havana Vieja is way too crowed. Restaurants are twice more expensive and half good. So Vedado it is. I changed casa every time, because they are never perfect, most of them with noise issues. They are all around the small wifi park at 25 y O. After a few days, I started to see the difference. The most visible one was the burgeoning restaurant / café / bar scene in that area. Cuba finally recognizes private properties in the constitution, and maybe that was the big encouragement. The new restaurants are much less expensive than the traditional state-owned ones. The food is much tastier, and the service is much friendlier. Now you can get a very decent full meal with drinks for less than 10 CUC. Lots of them are offering lobsters for under 10 CUC. The only sad thing is my long time favorite ‘Toke’ stopped serving alcohol because they lost their liquor license after the renovation last year, presumably they were not paying enough tax. My new favorite place is Café Nana, on 25 near M. I was there at least ten times. They charge only 5 CUC for a full American breakfast, with fruits, eggs, juice, coffee, pastry, etc. The second thing that was very visible is the much stronger presence of pingeros in that area. The wifi park I normally use is full of them now and they are very assertive. After spending one evening forced to talk to a dozen of them, with my Etecasa card running (still 1CUC per hour), I decided to activate date roaming of my home mobile. It costs A LOT, but I really couldn’t get anything done with guys coming on me all the time. The rates they quoted vary greatly. From my previous experience I know you shouldn’t pay over 20 CUC, and it can get as low as 10 CUC. There are of course also pingeros online, Hunz of planteromeo and Grindr. They might charge up to 80 CUC but I am very sure you can get them for much less. Most of them are not professionals so they don’t have a fixed price. I had some weird propositions, too. Once a guy who’s deaf hit me hard. He’s actually very cute but I couldn’t communicate with him. He even doesn’t read Spanish. How is that possible in Cuba? Once two scarily young kids stopped me on Infanta. First they pretended to be 16 and 18. Then when I asked for IDs, they confessed that the older one just turned 16, and the younger one only 14. I walked away of course. I did check the legal age in Cuba afterwards, but the answers were very unclear, something between 16 and 18. I ended up not hiring any pingero through out this trip. The reason was very simple and can be found below. My home mobile date roaming worked as a miracle the first two days. Then something happened. Etecsa published date plans! 7 CUC for 500 MB, 10 CUC for 1 GB, 20 CUC for 2.5 GB, and 30 CUC for 4 GB. It was a huge deal in Cuba. Everyone wanted to try them, and lots of them did. As you can imagine, it brought the 3G speed down to snail. As my roaming charge was time based, I was the first victim. But the good side is so many more guys on Grindr. I really didn’t need to hire any pingero as I was having 3 to 4 free boys a day anyway, and the choices are endless. I did bring many of them to drinks, coffees, dinners, etc, like real dates. And I always offered to pay their taxi collectivo (not taxi directo, which charges about 10 CUC for any trip). About 70% of them wanted to keep in contact through whatsapp, and some still chat with me on daily basis. So far only two of them asked if I could recharge their mobile accounts from distance. I refused, and they kept on talking to me. It still costs 30 CUC to get a new local number and it is valid for a year without recharge. I won’t be writing a detailed report in Chinese this time, as those reports on previous trips were actually written real time when I had nothing to do in Cuba. This time with my 24/7 data roaming, I was occupied all the time. Before going there, I bought some small gifts, requested by two guys with whom I chatted on planetromeo. One needed an Huawei phone screen and the other one needed some Zara clothes. A couple of dozens of dollars so nothing big. They both offered to pay me back but I told them gifts are gifts. They both repaid me otherwise of course. Cubans have moral standards. I made some great new friends, including a formal national ballet dancer (seems I’m dating lots of dancers… lol), with a 24 cm cock, and a personality equally big and beautiful. We remained in close contact so far. He was guiding a famous French singer for his discovery trip commissioned by Air France. As I’m also Francophone, we spent a whole day together. I caught up with some old acquaintances from previous trips. Among which, one Salsa teacher who fucks like a machine, one black dancer travelled from Varadero to spend one night with me, etc. The most special reunion was with a 20 yo model / actor, Charlie. He’s cute as a button. But unfortunately it didn’t end well. I actually wanted you guys’ opinion on this so a bit more details: When I met Charlie last time, he was not even 19, fresh and innocent, looks freakishly like Justin Biber. He has a beautiful 19 cm straight cock that goes perfectly with his boyish model figure. The sex was not as wild as with those machine-like mulatos but it felt great. He actually played some small rolls in some major movie productions. Sorry I can’t tell you guys which. He was very distant after that first time sex. I supposed it was a one-time thing. But I still sent him a message when I was back this time. He replied. Then I asked him if he wanted to go to Varadero with me for two days, as I needed some company. All my other 420s have real jobs and couldn’t go. I was not in the mood of hiring a pingero either. Much to my surprise, he replied positively and came to me the very afternoon so we could have an early start together the next day. We had great sex some 10 minutes after he entered the apartment. He got much better at sex, much more skillful, much more powerful. He told me that he didn’t reply me much because I seem too ‘promiscuous’ to him. Yes, that’s the very word he used. I explained that I do have lots of sex but I’m always careful and responsible. We got over that, napped a bit, and went out to FAC (Fabrica de Arte Cubano, great cultural venue, highly recommended). There we met a Canadian boy I was chatting with for while on Grindr, a professional sportsman on national team. So you can imagine he has a body of god loaded with all natural libido. I really like him. We hang together the whole evening and then decided to go back to my casa together. I specifically asked Charlie if he was ok with it and he said yes. Of course a threesome happened. Seemed everyone enjoyed it. I got fucked by both, came with the horse-hung Canadian boy. Charlie fucked both of us and came twice. We slept and all seemed great. We had pizza for late dinner after Charlie helped our sports-boytoy getting a cab back to his hotel. Charlie then asked me if I could buy him a data plan. I got him 1 GB. The next morning, we took the 20 CUC direct tourist bus to the hotel I booked in Varadero. The trip was long but enjoyable. Charlie was taking tons of pictures and twittering his heart out. We did lots of cute selfies together. He showed me lots of funny pictures he got from his friends, most of them making fun of Etecsa, as Etecsa date plan was THE topic of the time. I was enjoying this boyfriend experience a lot. He liked very much my Dolce Gabana jacket so I gave it to him. He put it on immediately and never took it off. I was wearing his jacket instead, bathed in his boyish scent. We arrived at the all-inclusive resorts, one of the Iberostar properties, not the highest standard of luxury but it had everything we needed. I was looking forward to the two days of good food (by Cuban standard), good beach (by world standard), and great sex (by any standard). Then everything went south. The food and beach were good, but no sex. He kept on avoiding having sex with me. He actually tried to avoid being close to me. I put up with it for one day, thinking it might be me imagining things. On the second day I confronted him, asking if anything happened, or if I did something wrong. He gave me again that ‘promiscuous’ speech, emphasizing on organizing the 3some with our Canadian friend. It was the moment when I started suspecting he actually acted nice just to get this all paid vacation. I can’t say I was not disappointed. Since he seemed so disgusted by who I am and what I did, I offered to buy him a ticket to go back to Havana if he wishes so, or I took another one room to leave him in peace. He didn’t let me do neither. I don’t understand his logics. Then he fucked me. I was so confused. I didn’t enjoy it. It’s not just about the fuck. I didn’t need this showmanship fuck. I was actually getting loads of messages and offers on Grindr, from both locals and tourists. So I was trapped with him, not talking to me, avoiding me, dining at different restaurants. He didn’t even sleep in the same bed the last night. He pulled out the extra one. The most ridiculous thing was on our way back to Havana, he actually sent me a message when we were in the same bus, asking me if I could give him money to reload a new data plan. I said no of course. So maybe some Cubans don’t have moral standards. In hindsight, I don’t think Charlie as a bad person. He might really want a paid vacation, so he did what he thought he needed to do to get it. He gave me illusions and they made me happy for a while. I might indeed disgust him for fucking too many boys. I might even disgust him more by involving him in a 3some that he enjoyed. The very enjoyment might have made him disgust himself, too. I just felt it’s a great pity. I actually wanted to him help getting out of Cuba. I know he wanted to. As he’s already an actor and I work in movies, I can easily get him an acting job in Europe or in Asia, if he’s not too picky. I guess I fucked up our friendship, and he fucked up his possible future…

I love @TotallyOz' thread "Favorite Book as a Child". As a variation, I wanted to suggest a thread about landmarks books in our lives. By landmark books I do not mean books we like a lot, but books that transformed who we were. "Before and After" books. In my case, there are two major books that come to my mind. The first one is a book from the 60s that I read in the 80s: The Social Construction of Reality", by Beger and Luckmann. That book gave me the conceptual framework I needed to process my coming out. I actually read a translation in Spanish, an edition with yellow covers I will never forget. I would carry my book everywhere, reading and re-reading. The other book that transformed me is a short novel by Miguel de Unamuno, "San Manuel Bueno, Mártir". Reading it made me question my attitude towards religious people and heir need to believe in gods. I read it in my late 40, and recently started to read it once a year as it is in one of muy courses bibliography. Every year, it is the book that I most successfully sell to my students. I love it and they all end loving it.

One of the funniest and brightest lights on the Forums. And a kind man in real life. He was always respectful of other posters and he didn't have a mean bone in his body. He'll be missed. From one of his heroes: Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfilment to our dreams And our desires. Sunday Morning, by Wallace Stevens

Brideshead Revisited Winesberg, Ohio Chronicles of Narnia The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

OMG. Had to read Ulysses and that other super long book of his for one class in college. Hated it. Loved the book of short stories Joyce did though.

Well, first I would have to start with my age. The Hobbit played such an important part of my life. I grew up loving it and reading it under the covers at night. To this day, I have read it over 20 times (most likely 100). Next, the book that made me think more than any other book, Pedagogy of the Oppressed. I read this in college and it makes this think more every time I read it. I went to a very liberal college and the professor hooked me onto this. Perhaps, my favorite book I ever read was Ulysses. Again, I have read it at least 20 times and learn more every time I read it. One Hundred Years of Solitude. I read this in college and fell in love with the author and read all his books. Last, Captain Corelli's Mandolin. A good friend gave me this in law school, many moons ago, and inscribed on it a nice note. I read it and it was like reading poetry. To this day, I can look at it on my self, remember the characters and remember my friend. So, that tells you a lot about my life. I love books. I love reading. As you might be able to tell, I like rereading books just as much.

Songcran - I avoid it like the plague. When booking a trip I check carefully the dates.

Poseidon had a wine dinner last week which they told me was fully booked. I'm hoping to arrange a few days away in Pattaya in April to coincide with their next wine dinner, I'm hoping the dates don't clash with Songkran as I am getting too old to get a soaking.

There are so many wonderful gay-friendly restaurants in Bangkok. Several of my favorite places have been listed. While I agree, most restaurants are gay-friendly, some places have an ambiance (e.g. too hiso or tables uncomfortably close so others might eavesdrop, etc.) that may put off a comfortable dinner for a typical date night. A couple of my favorite places. Hopefully they have remained open during this time: - (Not Just) Another Cup - Nice place for coffee and brunch located in Sathorn Soi 10 - Feung Nara - Mid-priced Thai restaurant in a charming old-house. Located on Naradhiwat Rajanagarindra Road just off an exit for the Chong Nonsi BTS station. - The Deck by Arun Residence - A lovely place across the river from Wat Arun. Located near Wat Po. I like to make dinner an event starting with a Chao Praya ferry trip from Sathorn Pier to Tha Chang Pier near the Grand Palace. Then a short walk in the leafy sois to the restaurant. After dinner, there is a nearby street flower market that opens in the evening and is a delightful stroll.

Absolutely correct @z909. Thailand is going to struggle with balancing their zero Covid tolerance policy with normalizing tourism. Most reports I've read seem to acknowledge Covid will not disappear anytime soon even with widespread vaccinations. Thailand and many other Asian countries that have been successful managing Covid are going to need to be very cautious in reopening. While they need tourists to come back for their economies to rebound, Thai government leadership have so far demonstrated this is not the highest priority. And at this point, I haven't seen a clear timeline or even much of a plan as to how they will vaccinate the Thai population. This is going to be frustrating to those of us who have been vaccinated and wish to return to Thailand under less restrictive conditions.

You make a very good point. CoV infections among the vaccinated, whether while mounting immunity or well past injections (as there have been breakthrough infections in trial vaccine assignment arms weeks past final dose), have not been systematically studied. There is no evidence that a vaccinated foreigner clears a breakthrough infection more quickly than the pre-vaxx norm. Therefore, a cut to 7 days for foreigners does not make total sense unless the decision was aligned with relaxing what might have been thought to be 10-day overkill, or intermittent quarantine testing satisfies the goal. Moreover, remove national privilege, and the 7-days for Thais without a negative viral test makes even less sense. After all, they may be returning from a high incidence place. That said, that foreigners too from a high incidence location are more likely to have infection in spite of vaccination suggests background source CoV incidence be entered into the algorithm driving restrictions. Many regions have at least 10, even 20 multiples of rolling case incidence compared to Thailand. That itself nullifies the protection conferred by vaccination in those places relative even to pre-inoculation in Thailand, let alone population vaccination in Thailand. The benefits of relaxing measures may better outweigh the residual risk of fully vaccinated incoming people having and transmitting CoV infection when greater swathes of people are inoculated and new case incidence/prevalence drops dramatically to Thailand levels. What is also poorly understood, given that exposure risk is predicated on cumulative number of random social contacts, is that the increase in risk is not directly proportional to the background case incidence. The risk metric, the probability of minimally one infected person in any aggregate, increases exponentially with rolling incidence of the population segment that are contagious at any point in time. This exponential relationship holds true when you adjust for presumed natural immunity and product-specific vaccination immunity for the populace.

It varies, like most things in Thailand! I was in there last weekend and it closed at 1.00am.

We had travel bubble with singapore before, sadly only for work. Vaccinated travel bubble sounds great

that travel bubble would be nice to take advantage of

At the boytoy site, Adam Smith was the leading poster. That is still reflected here: AdamSmith (18271) RIP Adam Smith

Has been almost free last year october, then our politicians cant stop playing with matches, and now we are worst than most in asean except for indonesia and philliphines. Despite that, last week lockdown was relaxed and apart from observing SOP and inter-state travel ban, we are pretty much open. Of course international travel has been closed since march last year and no dates yet when itll be open. Vaccines has begun for medical frontliners and politicians as well as high risk teachers as school is now open as well. As for me, ill have to wait for second phase (should start in Apr) but there will be around 8mil people in this stage. Vaccine certificate/passport has been discussed and there is push for allowing interstatr travel between low risk states. As of now, only group travel tour is allowed. My state is still high risk though. Now, what ill do when im free. Right now, im pretty much free to go eat at restaurant with friends, go to movies, get massage, and hire money boy. Social distancing in movies and restaurants, masseur has to wear mask, protective face shield, gloves. Money boy is illegal here so no SOP, as long as you are not caught i guess lol. When im totally free, travel, travel, travel. I usally travel at least 3 times a year, more times if i count work travel as well, but for the past year and this year, ive not travelled at all, work and fun.

I’m free now. I’m vaccinated. My city is open for business. I’m just sitting here waiting for he rest of the world to open.

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After a very long season in Alaska I’m finally free for winter travels. I’ve not been to PV in a few years and now that I’m newly single I’ve decided to spend a couple of weeks vacationing here and in Guadalajara both solo and partially with a friend from CDMX. Flight from Alaska via LAX was effortless and fairly swift. Thankfully Uber exists so no more hassle with taxis offering inflated prices. I paid $130 MX pesos for my trip to the romantic zone. Certainly a lot cheaper than a typical taxi. Uber directs you across them pedestrian bridge to pick up there. They aren’t allowed curbside at the airport. However my driver called me as I was walking across the bridge and said he picks up curbside if it’s only one person. It looks less suspicious than a whole family. The exchange rate has been around 20 pesos per dollar which is incredibly convienent when the smallest peso note is 20 and equals a dollar. I arrive on a Sunday and the town is filled with tourists. Lots of activity and wonderful weather. The whole town has a very carefree vibe which is exactly what I need. I check into my oceanfront suite, change into summer clothes and open Grindr to see nearly half the profiles are boys at massage parlors or straight up escorts. Taps and messages start coming in and I start making contacts though I’m quickly fading and needing a shower. This day was my second day off since late April when I started my summer season of work up north. It’s all catching up. So I take a nap and save up energy for the strip clubs. Antropology and Wet Dreams are still running strong after all these years. This is my fourth trip to PV in about six years and not much has changed it seems. Old town and the romantic zone are thankfully still very mom and pop touristy instead of the more American suburban feel you get from the marina district onwards to Nuevo Vallarta. I start the night off At Antropology and I’m delighted to see quite a variety of guys. My previous trip the selection was sparse and Twinkish and shy. This time there were two dozen boys in a variety of shapes and skin tones and age. Options! Dancers approach and invite exploration for a few bills in their shorts. I love this form of shopping and it’s why I’m so looking forward to the saunas in Brazil later on. After a while I choose my boy and we take a “private” upstairs. It’s 500 pesos ($25) for the right to use the tiny little room but once you are up there anything goes if you arrange it with the boy. I paid 300 pesos for some oral action and “leche”. Good times. The next night I check out Wet Dreams. Historically for me Wet Dreams seemed to have a higher caliber of guys, or rather guys that are more typically muscles and looks. But they can also come with an air of king peacock too. This time however it’s a lot more humble with attitudes than my previous experience there. However there were some stunners that night. Antropology is a bit more boy next door in comparison. The same story applies to Wet Dreams as it does to Antropology, 500 pesos for the back room. I pass on that this time and instead I grab a few phone numbers after an hour of drinks and touching and conversation with several boys. As for the independent boys on Grindr I meet up with a couple of them. One was a boy from Venezuela and the other a local guy born and raised here in PV. Prices quoted started off at $2000 pesos but dropped down to 1500. Which seems to be the going rate with a few guys dipping below that. This was Grindr only. I didn’t negotiate boys at the bar or even the street trade which could certainly be had for less. Speaking of street trade, it’s certainly here and as thrilling as it is, I pass. There are several massage parlors with boys advertising on Grindr. I’m actually looking for a proper relaxing massage and I find a guy who is legit. $500 pesos for an hour of bliss. I feel drunk after he’s finished. I’m not sure how other guys are though at the other parlors. There seem to be a half a dozen of them here. But for sure some boys are just fronting and looking instead for clients for higher priced sex sessions. All in all PV remains a great first stop for me after long working summers up north. It’s easy, carefree, charming, beautiful, not fully gringo, friendly and humble here in this part of town. Sunsets over banderas bay have been absolutely spectacular. The food is fantastic. From nicer restaurants to taco stands and typical restaurants further in the city for locals. It may be pricier for trade here than other spots and it might lack the cultural activities the bigger cities have, but as a pure vacation spot that’s meant for relaxation, sex, food and sleep it’s perfect for me. Im heading to Guadalajara today for the weekend and I’m not sure if I’ll be hiring anyone as I might be meeting up with a cute boy from Barcelona. Nonetheless I’ll try to report on it as well

From @Lucky Prolific poster @AdamSmith passed away on December 3, 2020. He went to Duke University and then Yale, where he graduated with Honors. He was a great guy who has been on this site for years.

Sad. Sudden. Very bright and classy man. And he was posting a few days prior. His father died very young. An only child and mother survived him. How terrible for her ... then she died a few weeks ago, February 16th.