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Black Superman in action!!! Santo Domingo is once again POPPING! The colonial zone was crowded and festive. They were actually filming a movie in front of the restaurant EL Conde, which is my favorite place to eat. Great mango smoothies and the food is simply delicious. There is a gym with hot guys going in and out for a GOOD PUMP (Pun Intended). The gym is across from Petrus restaurant. Remember to buy the Dominican Masks at the vendors on the street. I get stopped by people all the time when I return to the United States. The guy in the video is BODY PLEASER. WE had been fkcuing all day long on our first day in the DR. Not sure if I mentioned this before, but the doctor who manny knows comes over to where you are staying and administers the covid test, emails you the result and you have no problems reentering the U.S. When we arrived to the airport, there was a SEXY ASS worker who checking us in at SPIRIT AIRLINES. Of course, my nasty ass make a few complimentary lewd comments to him and within 4 minutes I had his number. He's a beautiful dominican, haitian and should be walking someones runway. Until next time fellas, STAY SAFE, HAPPY & SLUTTY! VID_20210314_113402.mp4

To be clear, this is a forum to learn and share and experience life (esp gay life). It is not a place for multiple banned users to try to return. Patience is abundant but once we determine that a user is a returned banned member, we remove all content from that user. It has been that way in the past, it is that way in the present, and it will continue to be that way in the future. We have ZERO interest in banned users returning. People cannot be something other than themselves and when we see the similarity, or a common IP (yes, we look often), it will be time to say goodbye. This message board is free for all. We will always keep it that way. But, the price for admission is decency and treating others with respect.

It's too bad we have certain gay men in our community who exist only to behave like a troll CUNT on an internet board. What an empty and unproductive life. Gay men are famous for making and building great things. But the builder gene is not one every gay man possesses. Some unhappy people are known for doing whatever they can to bring others down. Now that most of us survived four years of the greatest TROLL that ever lived in the White House, I'm delighted to see when anyone presses the DELETE button on a troll. Who has patience anymore for some sad-sack-asshole's bullshit shenanigans? Thanks for being on the lookout, Oz. As the other board deteriorates and turns into gas fumes, I suspect most trolls will be looking for a different playpen.

Sorry you have to deal with this crap.

Seems like the golden years of gogo and gay bars was marred and possibly kept alive by exploitation of underage offerings. Those bars that were closed due to clamped down of underage sex workers deserved to be closed, as well as those who frequent these bars. If current offerings is a direct result of thailand now free of underage sex workers, so be it. The more recent changes precovid is definitely due to availablity of apps such as grindr that makes hooking up, free or paid, much simpler, without middle man, and available 24/7. Having said this, everyone have access to the apps anywhere, even back home. What i dont have at home and went to thailand to find are the gogo bars, many selections of guys at the massage/bars, cheap overnight rate, plenty of delicous and cheap thai food. We do have massage here, usually cheaper, but none have the masseurs available in front of you for u to choose like arena. Another uniqueness about thailand is ST and LT, where in most places, the charges are by hours, and overnight is usually much higher (4-5 times higher than 1 hour charge) thus making overnight in thailand so cheap. Hence i tried as much as i can to get a LT when im in bangkok. Admittedly, its getting harder to get one that i like and also open to LT. Hoping my regulars will still be around when i can go there

Y Destiny Seems very interesting upcoming BL series starting at the end of the month.

This Thursday 25March may be a turning point. I am not a ‘techie’ but another similarly themed site has been temporarily kept alive by one of its savvy members during an admin crisis. However, another level of domain registration renewal is set to expire 24March and that may require action by the owner. This may yield an uptick of applicants here.

What a delightful fuck it is!

The vaccine/entry discussion should continue in one of the vaccine threads... So back to topic: I went to the opening of Moonlight. Some customers, but not that many really. Dunno if it was more on the weekend. Show was abbreviated, only 4 numbers, including one ladyboy lipsynching one. Babe not there. Approx 8 floor boys.

I don't think so. After I moved away we met only once, about eighteen months later. We were both sixteen and both had girlfriends. He had simply moved on to girls. In my new city I had not found another guy to hook up with and decided that I should try girls. I knew I was attracted to guys but had read that for some guys it was a passing phase, so why not test that theory? Also I liked to party, I liked girls as friends and in high school it was easier to party if you had a girlfriend. His problem was that his girlfriend would not move off second base. My problem was that my girlfriend wanted to move off second base. I knew then that it was not a phase, I was gay. If it had been possible, which it wasn't, we would have gone to bed. Me because I was gay. Him out of habit and pent up frustration that his girlfriend would not do it.

bet he wishes she had a cock

I first had sex somewhere around my 13th birthday, which side of that birthday I am unsure. It was the school holidays. After hitting puberty at ten I had waited long enough and my determination to engage in sex finally reached fruition. Reaching puberty at ten was a mixed blessing. Being one of the first in my age group to grow pubes drew a lot of curious attention from the other guys, which being reserved I was not keen on. On the other hand the additional height and muscle mass transformed me into a top sportsman and I began to bring home trophies from inter-school athletics meets. I don’t remember how I zeroed in on the guy I was to have sex with. His growth spurt had also made him good at sports – he was to become the youngest ever member of the 1st XI. He must have given off a few signals. He was in my class but we had different friends. The only time we were ever close at school was for the annual class photo - from the age of eleven as the two tallest guys we stood next to each other in every photo. Approaching the question of sex directly was not happening. The chosen indirect route was strip poker, with a deck carefully rigged to ensure we both goth naked with plenty of suspense. Once naked we got into experimentation very fast and kept at it for two years until my family moved very far away. We never became friends during term time, remaining within our separate circles. During the holidays we were inseparable. Day-long bike rides into the hills and hikes into the forest. On days when I was certain both my parents were out for the day we hung out at my place. As long as our parents knew our plans and we returned by dinner time they were fine and pleased that we were friends. I am not sure what they made of the switch that flipped to make us friendly but distant during the term and joined at the hip in the holidays. My Worldly parents probably understood and decided to let nature take its course and not pry. The only time we came near to being caught we were experimenting with having sex on the floating lounger in the pool (it is possible, but the effort to maintain balance constrains the sex). A car came down the driveway, from the sound not any of our parents. The pool was in the side garden which was completely fenced so not a problem. I assumed that whoever it was would go to the front door and then I would call out over the fence to them. There was no way I could answer the door with a raging erection even if I pulled on my speedos. Rather than the front door, the person from the car came to the garden gate and it was not bolted! He must have heard us. From the time the gate began to open to the time the man came through we were off the lilo, grabbed our speedos from the side of the pool and were almost to the gate end of the pool. No way he could see us naked or realize we were unless he came right up to the pool (our speedos were not on but in our hands under the water). I forget what he wanted but he came no further than the gate, which I ever-after ensured was bolted. After moving away we gradually lost touch. My friend married in his twenties and from social media he looks to still be happily married and active in sports.

If any reader happens to be in Tokyo and interested in art, there is a host of large galleries and many that are smaller. One Gallery that is a definite must-see and often not listed along with larger galleries is one started by the founder of the Bridgestone tyre company who was an avid art collector. His collection formed the basis of the Bridgestone Gallery which has recently re-opened after a three year refurbishment. It is now named the Artizon Museum and is situated not far from the Kabuki Theatre. The collection is not large but contains some amazing paintings by Monet, Renoir, Pissaro, van Gogh, Gaugin, Picasso, Matisse and a host of others. This is in addition to the Japanese collection. The sculptures include the smallest of the three versions of Rodin's The Thinker. https://www.artizon.museum/en/

Drifter, I trust you will never grow old or fat and never be short of money. FYI, the gay scene in Pattaya is kept alive by the very people who you demean.

Purachai was a deeply religious family man and a pal of Prime Minister Thaksin. He loved joining the major raids and having his photo in the papers. There was one of him holding a used condom outside Babylon. He was quoted as saying this proved that there were illegal sexual activities going on inside. If only the idiot had thought about it, his colleagues in the health ministry should have been delighted that people attending saunas actually wore condoms. I take exception to your comment that there was open exploitation of kids in the main bars in Bangkok, certainly those frequented by westerners. There was no exploitation by 2001. That may not have been the case in Pattaya and almost certainly not the case upcountry in the bars frequented only by Thais. Perhaps not surprisingly, it was upcountry where his nightlife reforms were especially popular. The number of bars in Twilight may have increased but other bars closed and the offerings in the bars from 2001 onwards were nowhere near like those before Purachai appeared. There was an interesting article in the New York Times in 2006 about the effect of the Social Order campaigns. This talks about the effect on the late night dance clubs, most of which quite quickly died soon thereafter. It adds "one night at the 15-year-old Zouk bar in Singapore provides more real action and excitement than you'd find in an entire week on R.C.A." (Royal City Avenue, one of the three permitted entertainment zones, this one catering more for Thais). Having been at SIngapore's Zouk Bar several times in the mid-1990s, it was a fabulous place for spending a long evening and seeing a lot of great eye candy. Zouk rarely closed before 4:00 am. Even Kurt Wachtveitl, the revered long term GM of the Oriental Hotel, wrote of his objection to the early closing mandated by Purachai and its effect on tourism. It is also interesting, I believe, to realise that what the Thai elite objected to was far less what was going on in the bars and saunas - they actively disliked the dance clubs and especially their effect on their high-born daughters. As the award-winning author Alex Kerr points out in his very perceptive book Bangkok Found - "Politicians and bureaucrats see dance as dangerous and have done their best to restrict it, by granting few dance licences and tightening the zoning for entertainment districts, and requiring clubs to close earlier and earlier. Bangkok is already far more restrictive than Singapore or Tokyo when it comes to officially mandated times for closing and permitted age limits for entry." https://www.nytimes.com/2006/03/01/travel/social-order-takes-the-life-out-of-night-life-letter-from-bangkok.html

My first was a rather nervous affair for both of us. So if the TS does not mind, I'll tell a bit about the first time I fell seriously in love. I love Japan and had visited three times on business. That third time I met a great guy and we arranged to meet again on my next visit. After dinner we both went to one of Tokyo's gay bars for a couple of drinks before returning to his place. Quite soon I noticed a young guy taking drinks to customers who had extraordinary charisma. He also spoke very good English. When he brought our drinks, his smile was heart melting. My friend had to leave the city to spend the following day with his family. So in the evening I decide to return to the bar even though it was a Sunday and pissing with rain. When I got there, there were only two other customers. But my barman friend was on duty. So I sat at the bar and spent the better part of three hours just chatting and flirting with him. The longer I stayed, the more I wanted to be with him. Around 11:15 he said he had to leave to catch his last train home. I don't know why I had not the courage to ask him back to my hotel. Having put on his rain jacket, he came in front of the bar, said goodbye to me and trailed his hand gently over my ass. If that was not a signal, I don't know what would have been. But I remained rooted to the spot. Ten minutes later, I decided to get my last train back to the hotel. I was still kicking myself for having been such an idiot. After walking a few meters in the rain, I thought "fuck it". The night is still young and I have to leave tomorrow night. I knew there was a small disco next door to the bar which I had never been to. So I decided just to go there, check the eye candy and have a whisky or two. It was on the second floor - basically two smallish rooms divided into a bar area and a dance floor. Without looking I went straight to the bar and got my whisky. I then turned to the dancers. I nearly dropped my glass when I saw that my friend from the bar was there in the middle of the floor dancing on his own. I was completely surprised! Eventually he turned and noticed me. He extended his arm and signalled for me to join him. After saying it was nice to see me again, he asked why I had not responded to his overture to follow him. Can't recall what I said but soon we were dancing body hugged to body and it was clear we were both aroused. He then shocked me by putting his hand down my trousers. Even though no one else was looking at us, it seemed a most un-Japanese thing to do. End result. He came back to my hotel and we spent a sleepless night making love every which way. We kept seeing each other for many months. I took a long holiday there and he came to stay with me for a month. As with all long distance relationships, difficulties arose and it could not last. But it was amazing while it did.

+1 I think the moderator of this forum should delete @Drifter offensive comment.

Not sure what counts as "1st gay experience" I was 19 or 20. Thought I was in love with my friend. When you're young one really doesn't know what love is. But when I think about him now I remember how it was. Was before internet porn. I knew very little about sex. I was certainly drawn to him and wished I could hold him all night long. We lived on the same floor in our college dorm. Back then there were few guys that made my heart go pitter-pat. John did. I was in lust with him for sure and was very sweet on him. Back then guys wore short gym shorts. His were tomato soup red and made his ass look so pretty, not that I knew what to do about it. I became aware that guys penetrated each other, yes, but I had little awareness of it, that it would feel good. I was very closeted and afraid of being gay, so in my mind I wasn't mindful of being sexual. In a sense I was in denial, yet my eyes knew what I liked, what filled my heart with lust. One night we were sitting on the couch in his room, watching TV. He reclined to snooze, his head pointed away from me. We might have smoked some weed. I drew John's feet across my lap. I wanted John to stretch his legs out across me. I began stroking his calves and then his thighs. John didn't react. My desire overcame fear. I slid my hand higher, inside his gym shorts, feeling his butt. Was so exciting. Eventually I reached around and brushed my hand against his jock. In the dark I saw his head turn and look at me. I stopped. Shortly after that I went back to my room. I was not good at processing so many cues from John. College boys dish out so much teasing and BS. But now I see how much John really wanted to be sexual with me and that he was sweet on me too. In retrospect, he must have had experience, probably with the same neighbor boy that visited campus once to drive John home. He wanted to try with me. We ended up in similar situations two more times. But by the time I was coming out to myself, he had moved on to getting with girls. He still thinks about me. I got an email from him not long ago. I'll always remember my John.

THANKS to all who sent information! Appreciate it! For those interested in this pharmacy it is a narrow long shop directly across the soi from Tawan and The Sun Massage. In the past you had to ask for what you want as they keep some of their supplies in small bags.

Truly one of the rudest, inconsiderate posts I have ever seen. @Drifter, you should be ashamed of yourself.

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.

Mention of Mary Renault's The Persian Boy reminded me that I omitted one recent book that all but turns our western view of world history on its head. Peter Frankopan's 2015 book The Silk Roads is a brilliant account of the world told from the viewpoint of the Silk Roads - there were several. It successfully challenges the western view of history that runs - “Ancient Greece begat Rome, Rome begat Christian Europe, Christian Europe begat the Renaissance, the Renaissance the Enlightenment, the Enlightenment political democracy and the industrial revolution. Industry crossed with democracy in turn yielded the United States, embodying the rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” Instead he writes about the great Empires of the past which were all in what we now call Asia in between China and Turkey. Not only is it the bridge between East and West it is where Civilisation was born. Part of his thesis is that the present has washed away the past. One example is we forget that Persia was at one time not just the world's largest Empire through which several of the Silk Roads crossed, it was one of the greatest of all civilisations. Having spent two weeks in Iran a few years ago, I can attest to the wonders of a stunning country. Reviews of The Silk Roads are full of words/phrases like brilliant, dizzying breadth and ambition, exceptional, a vast rich historical canvas, a terrific and exhilarating read. The Wall Street Journal Reviewer wrote, "a rare book that makes you question your assumptions about the world.”

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.

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.

As a long time fan of Phare Ponleu Selpak non-profit school and their social business extension Phare Circus, please allow me to respond to PeterRS. Phare Ponleu Selpak is a local, grass-roots non-profit association founded by guys who were refugees during the Khmer Rouge. In the refugee camp, an art teacher from France used drawing as therapy. After the war, they opened the school together to use art therapy to heal the community. Art therapy is still at the core of the association, but it has grown to provide other arts related experiences, education and opportunities. The students come from unimaginably difficult social and economic backgrounds: abject poverty, subsistence farming, broken homes, etc in an impoverished country still recovering from near genocide. They discover and develop talent at the school, and some go on to careers at Phare Circus that didn't even exist in the country before. The world-class entertainment organizations you mention certainly set the global standard for circus arts, but the comparison with Phare is apples to Rolex. Chinese circuses are enormous productions with equally enormous budgets. Performers are recruited from all over the country. Cirque du Soleil is equally big-budget and recruits top circus performers from around the globe, including one from Phare who was in the production "Volta" before the pandemic closed them down. Phare performances are nothing like those you mention in terms of technical perfection and budget, but Phare performers bring something not seen anywhere else. They share their own life experiences in the performances. They create the stories themselves drawing from recent Cambodian history and modern Cambodian society. It's from their hearts because it's their life. The big top is intimate and the artists are within arms length. You make eye contact and see them sweat. They might even end up on your lap. It's an experience unlike any other. It's even more moving when you consider where they came from and what they have accomplished. Many had never left the rice field or their small village. They may have never had money to buy land or build a home. Now they shine on stage and earn a good living, literally transforming their lives. If you have 30 minutes to learn more, Al Jazeera did a documentary called "Cambodia: Circus of Hope". It's perhaps the best 30-minute sharing of the Phare story and it's impact on lives.

I love the gogo bars. Seeing guys in the flesh is far more appealing to me than seeing them on a thumbail picture on my phone screen. Seeing their personalities on stage can make a big differece. To be honest, some of the best guys I've been with in Thailand, I probably would have scrolled past them on app. The apps are boring for me. I can do that at home.

In a word “GO!”. you won’t regret it! i have been twice since late october and going again in March! after seeing the demise of the places in NYC(The Gaieity, Cats, Stellas) Los Angeles(Numbers) Miami (the Boardwalk, Johnnys, i realize nothing last forever so enjoy it while you can! personally i think the same thing will happen to saunas in Brazil...it already has started with Lagoa in SP, when the land/location becomes too valuable to not demolish and build Condos! it is what happened to Splash bar in NYC and the entire block that Lagoa was in in SP! instead of complaint about what was, everyone should be happy what still is(not you personally slvkguy, you just give me a chance to point out some things on the sauna scene!) the cost is the lowest it has ever been, the guys are more then willing! i don’t have to go to the saunas as i know enough guys to have many over each night if i wanted to buy i want to support the saunas as that is where i initially met these guys and developed the contacts! the obviously watch the instagram, FB and Whatsapp postings as i got a flood of messages when i posted i was going to be in Brazil in March, from guys i don’t stay in weekly contact with! i always stay in ipanema it is only 5 minutes and 2 stops on the metro from copacabana from Pointe at Siqeira Campos exit. Ipanema is a little more upscale then Copa, but either convienent to restaurants, atm’s, grocery stores etc

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You don’t say where you are going to in Thailand but here is a rundown of the gogo bars in Pattaya. There were about 10 fully active (every day) gogo bars last year before the covid problems. Now there are only 4 and one which is open some days of the week. The full time ones are: Nice Boys and Winner Bar in Sunee Plaza. Nice Boys is usually fairly well stocked and seems to specialise in what I would call rough types, although it does have the odd Twink. Winner Bar specialises in twinks but you have to get there early. They are not flush with boys and later in the evening you may find hardly any in there. Boyztown now only has two everyday gogo bars. XBoys and Dream Boys. X boys only had about 6 boys available last time I visited. Dream Boys even less. The other gogo bar in BT is Cupidol which is only open weekends. Last few times I visited they had no boys at all available. I haven’t been back for a few weeks. So you see you may be in for a disappointing time if you are going to Pattaya. If it’s ONLY gogo bars you are interested in stick with Bangkok!