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Another in the occasional series of articles from a website I occasionally wrote for a few years ago. The others in the series are Plus ça change . . . Thoughts on the March of Time in this forum and Experiences of Asia (Gay-Related) to While Away These Difficult Times under Gay Asia. This one was sparked by an interview I saw on CNN. I always wonder: who will be next? CNN anchors coming out, I mean. Anderson Cooper had been the subject of rumours for years. Even then, it took some time before he came out on air. Now we know – too well, because it is far too often mentioned that he is a father, even though he is no longer partnered with the man with whom he had the baby. Don Lemon’s engagement to his fiancé is talked about quite a lot in the little dialogues – bromances – he has each time his weekday show abuts that of the non-gay Chris Cuomo. Then there is the channel’s travel/business guru, the goofy Richard Quest, a refugee from the more staid world of the BBC seemingly decades ago, and no doubt surprising to some a barrister who was called to the English bar (the legal one) in 1983. Quest’s coming out followed an interview he had with Lord John Browne, then the CEO of the oil giant BP. Browne, in the closet for 50 years, had been forced to come out after his much younger boyfriend spilled the beans. Browne then wrote a book about his secret life titled The Glass Closet. This tells the story of Browne’s brief double life and his 3-year relationship with a Brazilian he had met on an escort site, his first and only gay affair, even though he had known he was gay since leaving his boarding school. Threatened with exposure by a tabloid newspaper, he tried to get the story quashed. It did not work. Six months short of his 60th birthday he came out as a publicly gay man and has since become a gay activist. The evening following their interview, Quest admitted he had felt guilty discussing homosexuality with Browne. He then told the world that was because he himself is gay. Did anyone really think he could not be? A man who takes his teddy bear with him on all his overnight freebie flights around the world for his Travel Show? Quest had also been a naughty boy. In 2008 he was stopped going through Central Park after closing time. He was found with a stash of crystal meth, a rope around his neck tied to his genitals and a sex toy in the trunk of his car. The media had a field day but CNN supported him even though he has never explained why he was there and what he was doing. After six months they even gave him a new show. I mention all this because I think one of CNN’s great assets is now being underused. Christiane Amanpour is an excellent journalist and interviewer. She has been with the channel for over 25 years. She did leave for a short time in 2010 to join ABC News. This was not a marriage made in heaven. Her programme tanked big time and after little more than a year she left ABC and returned to CNN’s embrace. Her interviews are usually deep and interesting, bringing out a lot about the interviewee. I still recall an interview with actor Andrew Garfield about his appearance as the lead in the Broadway revival of the 2017 London National Theatre’s production of Tony Kushner’s stunning 1993 Pulitzer Prize-winning play about the AIDS crisis Angels in America.Kushner also took part in that interview. The point of this post is more about the importance of friendships no matter what’s one’s partnership state. Which brings me back to Ms. Amanpour. Only occasionally I feel she does go a bit overboard and gush too enthusiastically. Back in 2013 she interviewed two celebrated actor knights, Sir Ian McKellan and Sir Patrick Stewart. Both were in London to appear in Harold Pinter’s play “No Man’s Land” receiving stellar reviews. Four years earlier they had appeared on stage together in Berthold Brecht’s Waiting for Godot. It had taken those four years for them each to be free to appear together on stage again. Which is perhaps a little surprising given that these two acting greats are the best and closest of friends. Yet one is gay and proudly out. The other is totally heterosexual having married his third wife in 2013. The actors first met back in the 1970s when working at England’s Royal Shakespeare Company. McKellan by then was well known as one of the UK’s finest up-and-coming actors, almost certainly known to Stewart but not to the public as being gay. Stewart was little more than a jobbing actor with a wife and two young children. Before then it so happened I had seen McKellan during my student years. On a visit to Scotland, I was fortunate to catch a couple of plays being performed at the celebrated Edinburgh Festival, Shakespeare's Richard II and Marlowe's Edward II – the one where Edward is gay and ends his days with a red hot poker up his bum. Playing the title role in each was a young English actor about whom there was a considerable buzz in theatrical circles. The friend who accompanied me was then at drama school and madly in love with him. Unfortunately, he told me, the actor already had a boyfriend. That was the first time I knew Ian McKellan was gay. For both actors Hollywood eventually beckoned, first for Stewart when he was cast in the hugely successful “Star Trek: The Next Generation” television Series in 1987. McKellan continued mostly as a superb stage actor until he found himself in Hollywood in 1998 cast as the ageing real-life gay movie director James Whale, a role that won him a nomination for Best Actor at the 1999 Oscars. By then McKellan had come out as gay and was increasingly in demand in the movie world. It was when he was cast in the first of the “X-Men” series in 2000 that he renewed his friendship with Stewart, also cast in the film. As Stewart said in an interview with The Mirror online – “On movies like that you spend more time sitting in your trailer waiting to work as opposed to being in front of the camera, I’d known Ian back in the 70s but never well - and to be honest I was always a little intimidated by him. But we hung out a lot and found out that we had huge amounts of things in common.” That friendship was to grow into what the tabloids have called the most famous “bromance” in Hollywood. For Stewart’s latest marriage in 2013, McKellan became an ordained minister in some obscure Church, flew to America and officiated at the ceremony. And when McKellan’s movie “Holmes” opened in London in 2015 the pair even enjoyed a lips-on-lips kiss. Watching the interview was fascinating. Seeing these two great actors in the twilights of their lives and careers, they reminded me how important are the bonds of close friendship. In the gay world, it’s all too easy to lose ourselves in the affections of our partner or the latest boyfriend whilst giving less attention to friendships, especially those developed over decades. As I have grown older, I have realised that close non-gay friendships are very important in my life. Gay men do not need to live in their own gay ghetto or to mix mostly with their gay friends. We live in a diverse world, as McKellan and Stewart know well. You can watch their fascinating short interview here (unfortunately you have to copy and paste the link and then it takes a little time to load). https://edition.cnn.com/videos/tv/2016/10/17/intv-amanpour-ian-mckellen-patrick-stewart.cnn PS: It was only while revising this article that I learned Christiane Amanpour had announced three weeks ago that she had been diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. She underwent a successful operation and is now undergoing several months of chemotherapy. Hopefully her cancer was discovered early and I wish her a full recovery.

I binge watched first three episodes today, as expected from mafia milieu movie , soaked in a bit of blood but I like love plot and how feeling of two main characters ( and it looks two side ones too) develops so certainly evening well spent. Crime part of plot a bit childish and unsophisticated (so far) but romantic part heart warming and eye pleasing Waiting for more

Let's start with good news, it looks like (I am afraid of being more assertive) I am leaving this Friday. Easy to say. I have been calling AA every day. Last Sunday, an agent finally offered me a flight this Thursday. She was giving me the choice between seats when the phone line went dead. None of AA numbers were responsive, you would not even get a tone after dialing. I tried all day long with the same result, not even a beep. I went to sleep and tried again yesterday morning. Nada. So I explained my supervisor my situation, got off the grid and went to AA's office in Avda. Santa Fe. It was a 20' walk and the day was nice. Once in AA I had to argue with the security guard who was asking me to call for an appointment, but my charm overcame his resistance. After one hour wait, I got to be placed in a waiting list, given a WhatsApp number, and asked to make follow ups that number, because the phone server was down. This morning, just in case, as I had done every morning since my flight cancellation, I called again. The lines were still dead. So I sent a text message to the WhatsApp number. About one hour after my text, I received an email response offering me three days to choose in economy class, they would confirm that day and then place me in the waiting list for premium economy, which is the ticket I paid for. I picked this Friday, and asked whether I would get a partial refund in case I travel in economy and whether I was able to buy un upgrade to business class in case they had a seat. Always through email, she referred me somewhere else to inquire about the refund, and informed me that the plane was full full full. One hour after that, she sent me another email with the confirmation of my premium economy ticket this Friday. Excellent news for me. As I shared, I am not in love with my new airbnb. Now I have to figure out how to take advantage of my time left here. This weekend was again sunny and beautiful. On Saturday I took advantage of the spring like weather to take a walk with a friend. I think I mentioned before that he would bring me some pot from his brother's harvest. Of course, last Saturday I did not know I only had one week left. It is a lot of pot. Although the quality is not so good, it does its work and I do not want to trash it. I am arranging my will. My weed goes to my good friend Y, the Venezuelan fuckbuddy who got me my first shipment. I will meet him this Thursday, and he will also keep the water pipe I had bought and showed before. But I was going for a walk, when I got distracted by the weed. Just two blocks away from my nest, we have the famous Plaza de Mayo. The Pink House is our White House. The pictures where you do not see it are pictures taken with the Pink House at my back. A close up to the little tend of protesters. Just two nights ago, the whole plaza was taken by protesters although their displays were considerable better looking than this tiny little poor one. Then we walk until the also famous Avda. 9 de Julio, the world widest avenue in Argentinean mythology. In its intersection with the almost equally famous Avenida Corrientes you find the Obelisco. All this area has been refurnished to improve transit, with exclusive lanes for public transport in the Avenida, so this square with the new giant BA is now smaller than it was. However, the landscaping is now better. Along the Avenue the lines are separated in groups by long, thin landscaped walking blocks, each one named after one of the Argentinean provinces. This is Santiago del Estero. After Avda 9 de Julio we headed to the Teatro Colón. Most people think the front of the Colón is the side of the building on Avda 9 de Julio because it is the most known picture, but they are wrong. That famous picture shows actually the back of the building. The real front is in my picture above, in front of Plaza de los Tribunales, another important plaza although not as famous as her sister de Mayo. Plaza de los Tribunales was under construction two years ago, during my last visit. It looks much better now than in my old memories. Look at this incredible gomero. I used to be around this area a lot during the first half of the 90s when I was doing some acting. One of the buildings around this Plaza is the Teatro Cervantes, one of the most beautiful theaters out of the many, many beautiful heaters in Buenos Aires: The Colón and the Cervantes are not the only beautiful, massive, important buildings around Plaza de los Tribunales. I will highlight two more out of all of them. Look at this public High School, right next to the Colón: And of course, the building that gave its name to the Plaza: la Suprema Corte de Justicia. In one of the corners in front of the Plaza, we have one of the many, many traditional cafés in the city. This one is called Le Petit Opéra, and it is very well kept. We enjoyed some snacks there, they have a delicious coffee and bakery. The check was $AR 1,150. Once we recovered our strength, we went to Avenida Corrientes, which is Buenos Aires' Broadway. Theaters are starting to reopen, but the area is yet semi deserted. Since my last visit, they have started to restrict cars transit during some hours, and built a pedestrian stroll along the blocks where most of the big commercial theaters (and the Teatro Municipal San Martín) are located. This is also an area filled with book stores that used to be open 24 hours. I doubt this is still on, but I do not know. Normally, the crow wold make challenging just walking around these sidewalks. This is also an area I visited a lot in my times as political activist and actor. It was sad to see many traditional places, mostly cafés, closed forever, but it was also nice to see this new design, more pedestrian friendly. Sunday was also sunny and bright, but I spent the whole day with my family. I was stressed because of the phone incident I shared at the opening of this post. I was equally stressed on Monday. After fighting with the AA security guy and getting into the waiting list, I met Alan again for a few pictures. And you know the good news today. I have been trying to plan for these few days. I was fantasizing with getting Alan and Tomy together. Unfortunately, it seems that Tomy is in Rosario this week. Let's see what happens. A few friends have been reaching out to me expressing their interest in Buenos Aires. I suggest you all to cool down your enthusiasm and keep learning about the city. It is a great destination for food of all kinds, arquitectural explorations, music and dance of all kinds, theater of all kinds, night life, sex, and who knows what else I am forgetting that is not amongst my interests. But plan for later. First of all, you will not be able to come in, and if you miraculously can you may not be able to get out as planned. Second, the city is not itself amidst a pandemic. Unlike Rio, which never loses its charms, Buenos Aires' fun is greatly diminished by current restrictions. This is going to be one of the last reports on this trip, but probably not the last one.

From Bangkok Post Sinovac-produced antibodies 'halve every 40 days' Antibody levels in people fully vaccinated with the Sinovac vaccine decline by half every 40 days, according to findings from a joint study between Thammasat University's faculty of medicine and the National Centre for Genetic Engineering and Biotechnology (Biotec). The findings were revealed by Anan Jongkaewwattana, director of Veterinary Health Innovation and Management Research Group of Biotec. Mr Anan wrote on Facebook that their study of 500 people, who received two doses of Sinovac, indicated that the level of antibodies drops by 50% every 40 days. The level of antibodies in people who received a second jab more than 60 days after the first was on average lower than that of those who got the second dose in less than 60 days, he said. Mr Anan said the vaccine potency within 60 days of the second shot is between 60%-70% against the original strain. The potency against the original strain declines to about 50% in those receiving the second shot for over 60 days. However, no data is available about the potency of two doses of Sinovac against variants, especially the highly contagious Alpha and Delta strains. The overall level of immunisation is likely to drop in older people, he said, adding those aged over 40 showed lower antibody levels than those younger. https://www.bangkokpost.com/thailand/general/2147667/sinovac-produced-antibodies-halve-every-40-days ===================================== Govt lambasted for wasting early success The government has mismanaged the Covid-19 pandemic and supply of vaccines, which has plunged the country into a crisis and stifled opportunities to recover, according to new research by the Thailand Development Research Institute (TDRI). The institute has also called for the setting up of an independent committee to study the mishandling of the pandemic with the aim of drawing up a blueprint to prevent similar mistakes occurring in the future as it evalues the government's performance after two years in office. Government spokesman Anucha Burapachaisri said the government will hold a press conference to respond to the TDRI's assessment on Tuesday. https://www.bangkokpost.com/thailand/general/2147583/govt-lambasted-for-wasting-early-success

From BBC Culture Lil Nas X and pop's gay sexual revolution Lil Nas X has put his sexuality front and centre of his image, as part of a mission to help normalise queerness (Credit: Getty Images) The rise of Lil Nas X is representative of an era where gay sex is taking up more space in music than ever. Other younger pop stars who have put their sexuality front and centre in their work recently include Olly Alexander, the former frontman and now sole member of British band Years & Years. He also subverted the homophobic association between homosexuality and sin in the lyrics and video of his 2018 single Sanctify, a song about sex with a man who is still in the closet. Australian pop star Troye Sivan's 2018 album Bloom featured numerous references to sex with men. When it comes to female artists, meanwhile, Hayley Kiyoko has been described by fans as a "lesbian Jesus" for her sexy pop bops, while pansexual singer and actor Janelle Monáe's hyper-sexual, vagina-themed video for 2018 PYNK catapulted her to queer icon status. More recently, bisexual rapper Cardi B's record-breaking, joyfully lascivious WAP, contained the most-googled lyrics of 2020. Of course, the LGBTQ+ stars of today are part of a long lineage of gay pop icons, stretching back to the likes of Elton John, George Michael and Freddie Mercury. When these musicians first hit it big, it was a very different era: in the 1970s, disco had allowed queerness in pop to flourish for a brief moment with US acts such as Sylvester and The Village People, while in the UK punk group Tom Robinson Band released the seminal gay protest anthem Glad to be Gay in 1978. But as the Aids pandemic worsened in the 1980s, gay men became tabloid targets, and while speculation over stars' sexuality was rife, they remained in the closet, prevented from expressing their sexuality in their work in any overt ways. As critic Alfred Soto wrote in a 2016 tribute to Michael following his death, fans back then were "fine with queerness so long as the artists didn't ask or tell". David Bowie – who traded on an androgynous aesthetic and a hedonistic public persona – had found this out the hard way. He regarded coming out gay in 1972, then bisexual in 1976 (before re-assigning himself as a "closet heterosexual" later on) as one of the biggest mistakes of his career. Bowie said in a 2002 interview that bisexuality made things "a lot tougher" in the "puritanical" US and "stood in the way of so much [he] wanted to do". In a 2007 interview, Boy George also attributed the downturn of his career in the US with coming out as bisexual on television in the 1983, before coming out as gay years later. There were exceptions, who capitalised on controversy relating to their discussion of gay sex. Frankie Goes To Hollywood's iconic 1983 hit Relax, a song about anal sex with a video set in a leather club, was famously banned from TV and radio by the BBC, but it still became one of the best-selling singles ever in the UK. Meanwhile, British synth-pop trio Bronski Beat's successful 1984 debut album highlighted the unequal age of consent for gay men in the UK at the time. The group headlined the famous Pits and Perverts concert in London's Electric Ballroom to raise funds for campaign group Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners, an event which was portrayed in the 2014 film Pride. However while these acts were able to make a momentary splash as gay provocateurs, expectations were different for big-name artists hoping to carve-out long-term careers in the mainstream, whose public image was more tightly monitored by record label bosses. Continues at https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20210708-pops-gay-sexual-revolution

Hola- As always I enjoyed reading your most recent post. ...decided not to mess up the sequence, so I'm writing here instead of on your posts. Many of your photos brought back memories of my four to five travels to BsAs. Although I had independent local gay guides (one very professional)-- I truly enjoy the culture as well as the men in the city. ...went alone to the Teatro Colon and had a gorgeous tour-- took a cooking class with Terisita (name misspelled) to learn how to make empanadas, went to INSIDE Restaurant (twice or thrice) which is non defunct, etc. And all of my sexual encounters, excepting one, was phenomenal. In fact, I received the best fucks of my life from a guy on 3 occasions. Twice: he and I and the third one with his amigo Chorch, a former porteno escort who worked in BsAs as well as in the States. From your writings bring up some of my escapades and cultural outings. In fact, I visited almost all of your very good art museums alone. I'd hail a taxi, give the driver my place of destination, and off I'd go. My professional gay guide Marcelo complimented me, for I think I took in all of the cultural attributes while visiting his city on those 4/5 trips. I do hope to return in 2023 to retrace some of the steps I took during my earlier travels. I'll stop and write that I hope your trip back will happen. I truly appreciate your sharing many of your adventures while in Buenos Aires. Enjoy your remaining days and be safe. That's the word for all of us during these strange times. Tchau- Axiom (Edward)

And perhaps a nice loving christmas present to your forbidden sweetheart along with something cute to hang from the tree ......( if you know you know :-)) I really will have to cut down watching that movie ! :-)

Or just get in a decorative Christmas elf for the festive season (in this case the beautiful Guitar),(hope the picture is ok here?)

I'd settle for the Thai guys under the mistletoe!

Well if you're going to bother........I hope that you're going to go the whole hog with the tree and all then ! . :-)

Me thinking iTS JULY so why would you be thinking about Christmas already !

People gained immunity after exposure or died.

Hi Lucky, thanks for asking. Sadly theres still a travel ban in Australia and although I think being surrounded by hot latin men is essential I fear the government wouldnt agree. Plus Sydney is in a lockdown at moment. So even though vaccinated, looks as though 2022 is more likely for earliest travel for me.

"I cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel." That's the quote that registered with me right away and stayed with me. On my best days, I think that the situation will gradually stabilize and we'll soon return to life as it was before the virus. On my worst days, I feel that I'm witnessing the end of the world in slow motion. Even in the countries where much progress has been made, there are signs that that progress may only be a temporary phase. The video may be about the Klang Valley in Malaysia but it truth I think it's still possible that it could happen anywhere. There are simply too many unknowns. We need to see the world without nationalities, without borders, without prejudice. We all live in Klang Valley.

GP = Garoto de Programa

I wouldn't say this.....Last place I lived in was Houston, robberies, beatings, shootings....daily life. Plus we've all heard about Chicago and Miami I can speak about Brasil....we warn people ALL THE TIME, with reason. EVERY GP I know has a story of being robbed at by gun or knife, day or night. Myself included, a couple of times. Can't use your cell phone in the street or in a car/bus with an open window without fear of it being snatched. Brasil has the famous "Good night Cinderella" Colombia has Devil's Breath, which I was a victim of. Anyone that knows me, knows the types of "trouble" that I've gotten into (largely my fault for not following the warnings) being in the wrong place at times I shouldn't be. I currently live in the safest city in Mexico....however, things happen here too.

My first week of teleworking all time I had no sex since Tuesday. If sex is what you are looking for, you can skip this post. I am feeling slightly batter at my airbnb. Part of my frustration is coming from a roomy loft with two balconies with plenty of natural light and open views, to this view: IMG_4571.MOV I contacted my Airbnb hostess to tell her that I had nothing against her, that she was probably an employee, but that I was going to complain to airbnb for misleading advertisement. I was convinced this was an apart hotel, not a living home, and nowhere in the ad would say so. I turned to be wrong. The unit belongs to a young couple who invested on it right before the pandemic broke in. That is what these are some unfinished details (like the lightening). Knowing that I was not dealing with a company radically changed my attitude. I am still unhappy because of the contrast, I am coming from a much better apartment in a much better location at a much lower price. However, I am trying to enjoy the good things. The shower and the bed are great, and although Monserrat excites me much less than Palermo, it is a historic area with many beautiful views and good eateries. I am very close to San Telmo, but I did not have time to go there yet. I am working up to local 5pm, and as it is almost winter here, sun is down at 6. Perhaps this weekend I will go over there. If the thrill of being in Palermo was feeling as exploring a new city, the thrill here comes from exploring an area I used to know very well, and see the changes. Palermo seems a flourishing area even amidst the pandemic, here is quite different. I cannot tell whether the decadence signs started before or after the pandemic, but they are evident. These streets should be busting with people walking and working. The picture was taken around 8:30 am, before I had to check in to work. In that short walk I also found this bar, and I love it, with a young Fidel Castro human size doll in the balcony: Just as people compares Recoleta and Palermo Chico to Paris, all this area is compared to different Spanish cities. Take a look as how a Starbucks looks like here: The whole area is a historic neighborhood, I am just two blocks away from the famous Plaza de Mayo where many national historic events took place, starting on 1810. During this week, the Plaza was occupied by protesters demanding the liberation of a political prisoner in a northwest state. I was never able to be there during day light to take pictures, I was waiting for today to do it, but they all left yesterday July 9th, which is Independence Day here. Echoing some of the comments made earlier in this thread, many of the people in my circle warned me about not going there. I ignored them. Last Thursday I walked alone in the middle of the protester, and I felt perfectly safe. Very humble, darker skinned people, but absolutely peaceful and friendly. They were camping, occupying the green areas of the public space, but allowing freely pedestrian circulation, and they were taking care of cleaning behind them. When yesterday I found out they were gone, the place looked spot clean as they'd had never been there. Yesterday night I had my first chance to take a long walk. It was at night, but I though you may enjoy a few night pictures of Buenos Aires, for a change. In this walk, the area's decadence was noticeable. After finding out that the protesters were gone from Plaza de Mayo, I walk up through Avenida de Mayo. This is the city are that everyone compares to Madrid. 20 years ago, when I left, most building had been restored and new night lights installed, a project funded by the Spanish Embassy. Las night, most stores were shut down and the buildings were dark. But now and then, you would see traces of the beauty hidden in the dark: Those buildings stand out only because they have their lighting up. They are surrounded for similar beauties that you can only appreciate during day light. This is the corner of Avenida de Mayo and Avenida 9 de Julio: El Hotel La Argentina, closed. The Avenida de Mayo starts in the homonym Plaza, where the Casa Rosada, the National Executive Branch headquarters is located. It Ends in the Plaza de los Dos Congresos and the Legislative Branch headquarters: Normally, the beautiful building is fully illuminated, this darkness is another sign of the crisis. All this area is where you can find most of the best traditional Spanish cooking eateries. Take a look at this jamón serrano sandwich that was my lunch yesterday (and my breakfast today): You can also find premium restaurants from other cuisines. I am not fond of fancy restaurants and prefer regular standard eateries. For those of you into expensive, one of the most reputed Peruvian restaurants of Buenos Aires is around my corner. So far I have been sharing standard regular prices. This place is considered very expensive by the locals: Today currency: U$S 1 = $AR 98.35 at official rate; 171.5 at Blue. I did not hook up after Jason because I am budgeting and Grindr was too distracting and time demanding, as I am not an easy online hookup. I may turn it up today again, but I will be busy with friends and tomorrow with family and Alan. I used it last Tuesday before making the decision to hire Jason, but no one seem a good prospect. That is another disadvantage of this place the number of GFS (Gays for Feet Squared) is way lower than Palermo. Meanwhile, last night I rolled the last hint with the weed I bought when I arrived. Do toy remember those two beautiful jars filled with flowers? Gone. One of the friends I am meeting today has a brother who is cultivating, so I will get a reinforcement for free.

I pay them. They sign a release form and allow me to document they are in legal age. I am learning a craft.

In one of my first calls to American to inquire about earlier tickets, the agent on the other side of the line recognized me. He told me he remembered me from three years ago. Unbelievable. Following his advise, I have been calling everyday at 8am. No changes. Current restrictions expire this Friday, and there is a lot of expectations about whether the government will soften or harden them. I am not anxious about it, there is nothing I can do about it and all the pundits are just playing the guessing game. So far, I am staying until August 4th. I wanted to say goodbye to Palermo before moving to my new base. I walked down to what I believe is Palermo Soho. I am a little lost with all these realtors made up new neighborhoods. I walked around Plaza Armenia, enjoying an amazing sunny week end. Of course, the neighborhood fair was up, and they would take your temperature before being allowed in. I was glad that the park was fenced, to keep children away. I chose a cafe in a corner, to have a brunch sitting in a sidewalk table, under the sun. After brunching, I walked back to Palermo Hollywood. On the other side of Plaza Armenia, instead of a food fair there was an art craft fair. It was not a long walk, but the neighborhood has plenty of treasures. Palermo used to be not so trendy in this area because of inundations. Avda Juan B Justo, one of the many main arteries across the neighborhood, used to be a creek. It was intubated and burry, but the water stream increased with time and with a moderate rain the building would be one meter under water. Once the intubation was updated and the inundations stopped, Palermo Renaissance started. Another important infrastructure project that changed the area's physiognomy was the elevation of the train. All the land that used to belong to the railroad company is now being redesign mostly as new public open spaces. An example: What you see at the picture's right side is the elevated railroad. On both sides the city is landscaping public parks. Many are still under construction. Besides a last walk, I also had to visit my new favorite bakery in Buenos Aires. Panadería Don Blanco. Last Tuesday, I moved to my new airbnb. I chose the place because the pictures showed me a nice stage for new photoshoots with Alan. I am so disappointed. This was the first big mistake I made in this trip. Not only the place is actually smaller than expected. Not only there is limited natural light and the inside lighting is bad. The worst thing is that it does not feel like an airbnb. It is a beautiful, traditional building in the historic area of the city, Palacio Raggio. A huge, five stories building that serve different functions throughout its life. Now it was refurnished into small apartments. It feels like you are in an hotel, without the advantages of being in an hotel. I like airbnb because you stay in a place where someone is living, or could be. I doubt anyone is living in this building. These are all short term renting units, I bet. The first impression was just worse than disappointing. I was unpacking and settling down. I found an power outlet adaptor in a bookshelf, and plugged it on the power wall power source. The whole power shut down. I had to go to the reception and they had to restaure the power from the central control. Imagine my mood. This place definitely suck. I needed something comforting to cheer me up. A few days before I had found Jason in Skokka. Another Venezuelan import. The link is already gone, but I have a screen shot. I had seen him in one of LatinLeche clips, and in the local forums I found good references. The contact was quick as I did not have any questions. His response to my first contact was Besides cheering me up and out of my disappointment, I wanted to try the security system in this stupid fancy pretentious building. Jason arrived on time, he had texted me on his way and I was waiting for him in the lobby. He had to present his ID and his full name and time of entry were recorded. I hated it but it was not so bad. I could do this everyday, if I want to. The meeting was OK. Jason was very nice and likable, and did not care about watching the time. After a long conversation we started kissing, and I was not very happy. I was expecting something more passionate. We moved to the bed, which was still intact. He is beautiful, with tasteful tattoos and a huge dick. The kissing was still lacking, though. The temperature started to heat up when he gave me head. It was not outstanding but definitely good. When I turned him around and started to eat his ass, then the thing turned really hot. He was moaning, directing my work just as I like it to be. His ass was smooth, tight, and delicious. I thought that was pretty good. However, the thing actually erupted when my dick went in. The boy freaked and for the first time I felt he was really devouring my mouth while I was digging him. He is definitely an outstanding bottom, which compensated the other deficits. Overall, it was an OK experience sexually, and a very nice social meeting. I escorted (ha!) him for a few blocks when he left, and then returned to sleep my first night in my new nest. That was yesterday, Tuesday. Today was my first day teleworking full time, and it was rainy, so I did not explore my new neighborhood. The little bit I saw looks like crap after Palermo.

I keep working hard on my quest to check items out of my Two Eat List. Mantecol is a popular candy based on the tradicional halva recipe. The other one is a popular brand of one of my favorite Argentinean flavors: alfajor de maicena. After checking them out of my To Eat List, I should check them in to my Not To Eat Anymore List. Now that I know that I may stay here one month longer than expected, I have to watch my diet. Another check out item: Sopa paraguaya. Do not ask me why its is called "soup", I do not know. It is delicious and it is made with love by my mother. That picture was taken today during lunch. After several cloudy and very cold days, today was a Día Peronista. I took advantage of the sun and the warmer weather to take a walk with an old friend. We started in the Facultad of Ingeniería, a landmark building that was originally built for the Fundación Evita (a beneficence organization) and after the Revolución Libertadora in 1955 (the coup that terminated Perón's second presidency) transferred to the Universidad de Buenos Aires. From there we walked towards and through Puerto Madero. This is the last neighborhood added to the city. All the old port area was reconverted to offices and high end condo apartments. I love that the city landscape designers are abandoning the use of foreign species and planting the city outdoors with indigenous ones. Then we walked up to the City and Plaza San Martin. The Plaza Hotel, one of the most traditional five stars in the city, it is abandoned with no traces of any redevelopment work. In general, the city has been hit hard by the pandemic. It is noticeable in all the areas I have been visiting, and I have stayed in the wealthier side of town. I am told that going to South decadence and poverty are obvious and depressing. I am privileged to be able to enjoy my staying here. Yesterday I had my third encounter with Alan, and the boy has definitely displaced Tomy from the pole position of my favorite guys. It is weird, my brain tells me that I should find Tomy more attractive, but my body responds more to Alan. His ass is amazing, it is almost like it is sucking my dick in. Yesterday I was still very stressed because of my flight cancelation, and was tired and not aroused after our photos session. However, he wanted me and worked me with thirst and passion. It was our third meeting, and again like twice before I busted inside of him. This is really unusual for me, and a high indicator of our good chemistry. He is now publishing in soytuyo and I love to see that he used all my pictures in his new ad. I have one more pic for you. Yesterday, after I busted, he demanded me again to keep digging him until he got his orgasm:

Reality in malaysia now. The video is mostly english but if u need some translation, can ask me here. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8E3Smk06MJo