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Let's start with the (not so) bad news. Argentinean federal government has put in place restrictions that forced airlines to drastically reduce flights frequencies. I was supposed to be leaving on June 6th. Believe it or not, my new date to leave Buenos Aires is August 4th. I got an email from American yesterday, so you can imagine how stressed I have been since then. I perhaps-maybe-with luck could leave triangulating 30+ hours several stops flights and paying 3K, but fortunately I do not need to do that. Money is not an issue, lodging is not an issue (I already rented a place even better than the current one), not even my job is an issue, they will make accommodations. I am distressed mostly for two reasons. The most important one is my inability to deal with uncertainty. I had a plan that was working perfectly, and it was for a month. I did not plan for two months and right now I am in the middle of making re-arrangements. That stresses me out as hell. The secondary reason is my relationship with my "supervisor". I placed it in between quotation marks because we are also very close friends. She is right now going crazy because she needed me in DC next week, and as I love her beyond our professional relationship, I am upset. Hopefully, I will be fine tomorrow. Certainly, I am better than yesterday. It will be easy to readapt. First, I am not going broke because of this situation. My new airbnb is better and more expensive than the current one, but it is only 500 bucks for the full month. I still have plenty of cash, and if I run out of it I always have the CCs. I would lose the advantage of the black market exchange, but still everything is affordable. I will have to restrict the money invested in sex, but will have more time to explore Grindr and the local sex for free. I will have more time to spend with my mother, the rest of my relatives, and close friends. I will have to stop gaining weight at this pace, but still will be dieting eating delicious local food. My place in DC and my kitty are well taken care of by my friends and they are not a concern. The government's decision caught me unprepared, as the feeling in Buenos Aires is that the restrictions are being lifted. I even went out with friends a few days ago to a great Parrilla, and ate my first provoleta, another item checked out from my To Eat List. We ate in a place by my place, and all the restaurants seem born again with porteños (no tourists in the city) taking advantage of the few expected hours of sun, as rain was in the forecasting. When we sat to eat it was sunny and nice enough to endure the cold with the help of the sidewalk heating towers. When we finish eating, it was freezing and cloudy. So we decided to move inside to a coffee shop. As we were leaving the parrilla, we saw a street performance on its twin restaurant (same owners, we were in the parrilla corner, the other corner was a fish restaurant: La Dorita y La Pescadorita). Take a look, when I film back you can see the parrilla we are coming from. Notice the male siren in La Pescadorita. IMG_3226.MOV We just walked a block to find a nice coffee shop: Alchemia. The menu displayed dozens of coffee variations presented as the work of an alchemist, and the beverages were served in different shapes lab containers. I chose a spoon of vanilla ice cream with a double espresso shot. IMG_3229.MOV Delicious. Today I visited the Mercado de Pulgas. It is specialized in furniture and decoration, a traditional flee market refurnished and pumped as a touristic attraction by the city government. These are some of the pics I took. I loved these bar stalls, to sit butt to butt: I think I mention Mafalda to someone in some forum. She is the main character of a very popular comic strip from the 70s and after, very representative of Porteños hyper psychoanalyzed and over thinking nature. After walking around all these treasures, we sat in an organic bar in the very market to grab a bite. Prices were not low for local standards, just slightly above average, and the food was delicious. I ate a portobello cream soup and a spinach and cheese quiche. Including my water, my check was $AR 590 (U$S 6 at official rate/3.50 at Blue rate). Some of you like to check prices. As of today, June 30th, the exchange rate is U$S 1 = $AR 98 at official/167 at Blue). Take a look. Yesterday was a shitty day with all the stress triggered by my flight cancelation. But I had had a great day before. Tomy came to my place and we had a long session of pictures, video, and sex. I truly love some of the pictures we made, but I was frustrated at my clumsiness multitasking, which affected my sexual performance. I hope so. The other explanation is that I am just aging and my erection is not reliable at all. The boy is a masturbatory nuke, we had an earth shaking two hours fuck a couple of days before, but this time I was not happy with my performance. As I said, I love the pictures, though. I cannot say the same of the videos we recorded while fucking. I cannot fuck and film, my respect to the independent performers who can do that with mastery. Unfortunately, part of the adjustments I will have to make is cutting my budget on escorts. Tomy is relatively expensive and I will not hire him again as a model, hopefully only as an escort. On the other hand, and surprisingly to me, my rapport with Alan does not stop getting better. I am confident you will se more of him in the next weeks. He asked me for a last photoshoot for tomorrow, no charge, with fuck included as my goodbye. Now, that one is not our last chance and the boy is over excited because I am staying longer and we will be able to work more. THAT BOY!

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Sorry, this thought came up after my first response. Do you read Portuguese better than Spanish? I am quite sure if you read him in any language other than Portuguese or Spanish, a lot will be lost in translation.

I thought of this thread when I was writing Alan's review. He was quite out of my comfort zone, this time I dared to go there thanks to the empathic recommendations from other clients. I thought that in Buenos Aires we may not have saunas, but we may find other alternatives to get input and motivate us to take risks with guys.

The challenge to read him would not be over technicists, but rather his tendency to use poetic language. Imagine the challenges of reading Foucault or Baudrillad, without saying they are comparable.

This is the full report of my two (so far) meetings with Alan.

These results may be the first document of the fading of Boytoy into Gaythailand.

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Bingo. The second panadería was exactly what I was looking for. So far, I have been there only twice, but I will keep going on, specially during my last days. That croissant right there made the difference. What a delicious, solid, generous portion of buttery pleasure! I can eat most croissants out there in two to three bites. In this case, impossible. My mouth is watering as I am remembering the flavor. I also checked another item out of my To Eat List. Fresco y batata, el postre del vigilante. This is a very popular and affordable sweet treat. What you see in the picture is the classic version, but there are many variations with different kinds of cheeses and/or additions to the dulce de batata, like chocolate. Yummy. The picture was taken at my sister's home. We had a rainy day and I have been fucking like a bunny, so I have not been out much these last few days. In my few explorations, I keep falling deeper and deeper in love with Palermo. In one corner you have a sample of pure Rio de la Plata tradition: A few meters away, a sample of pure sophisticated, cosmopolitan Buenos Aires: When the rain kept me inside, I wish I would have been fucking all the time. Definitely I am too old for that. I have made big progresses in the book about male prostitution that I pitched before. I enjoyed the section on Latin America, not only because they were addressing our cultures and realities, but also because I was gladly surprised at a few very unusual mentions. A couple of the essays recognize Nestor Perlongher, a man I worked with in the Argentine gay liberation movement back in the 80s. Just recently, when I wrote "Gay is not good" I had mentioned him as one of the significant progressive thinkers of the Latin-American sexual liberation movement, taken by the HIV pandemic. This is the first time I see his contribution recognized, and in an eloquent way, by Anglo-saxo academia. Not only that. Even more unusual, considering the anti Peronist mindset that is mainstream in the First World, in the chapter about Argentina there is a recognition of Eva Perón's contributions to the fight for the rights of sex workers. And I did not know about that! Of course, I did have some fun. I already reported on my meeting with Tomy. He is definitely my favorite and will meet him again in a few days. Today, early on, I met Alan for the second time. I have not yet published a full review of him, but he is my second favorite after Tomy. He is a very unconventional match for me, slightly too girlish. However, his horny voluptuousness captivated and seduce me. I do not know when I will be able to write a full report, so meanwhile I share a few pictures as an advance. If you have been reading my reviews about Ander, Samir, and Tomy, you will know what I am talking about when I mention the sexy walk upstairs. Today, I have a sample for you:

Indeed it is a challenge, but easier to overcome than you think. It may take you some time to develop the right network to follow, but you can effectively use Twitter to research independent creators. All fans pages services generate automatic tweets every time new material is posted. Additionally, there are recommendations here and in Daddy's. You can also check the tag #fanspages in my blog, and find detailed descriptions of fans pages content. I do not think anyone with an average level of sanity, education, and information thinks that it is easy to have success in independent porn. We are probably in the third or fourth wave of independent porn development post internet, and it is well known how tough competition is, and how hard to develop a stream of constant and varied productions. Yes, there are still desperate boys and girls who think that OF can miraculously save them. They are the ones not sane, not educated, and not informed. I follow the best ones. Rhyheim Shabazz, EyeFilmz, Krave Melanine, Caged Jock, Italo Andrade, and others. Not only they guarantee diverse, hot material (in the case of RS and EF premium quality is also guaranteed), but they attract new talent to collaborate with them. Ne, hot guys that perhaps are not going to last in the industry, but who are worthy to subscribe to their pages for a few month. I do not know what is going to happen with guys like Felix Fox, Eduardo Rei, Badboy, Jimmy West, and others, but subscribing for any of his pages for a couple of months is a good investment.

I have my own blog for that.

Here you have the full review of my favorite finding in Buenos Aires, so far.

C'mon, make your mind and vote for one!

Some of us are already traveling. But many are waiting for the restrictions and the pandemic emergency to be over. If you have been restraining yourself and cannot wait for being able to travel again, what will your first destination be? Besides voting, would you please share your rationale? Gracias!

Thank you @TotallyOz! You know why!

There will be some. However, I always warn those joining my JFF. If you are looking for hot porn, you will be disappointed. The idea is mostly to throw 5 bucks to support the blog, which is really where my worn and effort go.

I am reading a very recommendable book: The Routledge Handbook of Male Sex Work, Culture, and Society. It is a compilation of essays around male sex work grouped by thematic categories. I was afraid it was going tp be over academic and impossible to read as an enjoyable reading, but I was wrong. It is a huge volume, but not as much as it looks likes. A significant number of pages goes into references and notes. For those friends who are History geeks, I also found an article that you may enjoy: La historia de las maestras estadounidenses que Sarmiento trajo a la Argentina. It was published in the main national progressive newspaper, and references a book about an episode not very known even amongst Argentineans. I happened to know about it because my parents are from, and I was born in Esquina, a small town in Corrientes province. One of the most prominent buildings in the city was in my childhood, and still is nowadays, the local Escuela Normal, founded by one of the US teachers brought to Argentina by Sarmiento. Both of my parents graduated from that school as Elementary School teachers. It is written in Spanish. You can see the book cover below. "Señorita" is how pupils in Argentina's elementary schools address their teachers. These last days the temperature got a little better and I felt again like exploring my new neighborhood. I wonder whether or not I would like it this much without the pandemic. I am quite phobic and do not enjoy crowds. All the places are empty, but at the same time speak loudly of how populated they used to be. Bilingual signing everywhere highlights the absence of First World tourists. I saw something lovely during my walk this morning. A guy in his 20s was waiting for his friend in the sidewalk. His friend walked out when I was almost reaching where they were. I could clearly see how his friend greeted him putting his finger in his ass. They started to walk in front of me, I followed them for a coupe of blocks. Both were beautiful. I was starting to think they were just straight friends and the finger in the ass had been a joke, when they held hands. Porteños complain too much, this city is ridiculously gay friendly. Besides the walks around Palermo, I am frequently going to Recoleta to hang out with my mother. I am taking taxi cabs. I have said this before, probably every time I reported about Buenos Aires. Riding a car is like riding a roller coaster. It is scaring. One of the drivers started to insult another and to chase him looking for a fight. Crazy. After several failures, I found two good panaderías a few block away from my nest. One is the green building in the corner above. I will probably go there for breakfast tomorrow. On Avenida Santa Fe I found another one: A As you all know, I am in a quest to check items out of my To Eat List. This time was the turn for sandwiches de miga: You would probably think they are just coctel sandwiches. You would be WRONG WRONG WRONG. They are a sexual experience. Grindr has become a distracting temping annoyance, considering the quality of the local taxi boys I have been meeting. The amount of views and hits is not as overwhelming as it was during the first week, but it is still high. In total, I invited about 7 guys to my place, 5 of them in their 20s, one in his 30s, one 40 y.o. They were OK, but I do not want to repeat. If you are into married men (to a woman), you will be hooking up all the time. You also must be careful about legal age. There are many kiddos looking for trouble. So far I had only one frustrating experience with a professional. His pictures were outdated, and there was a smell in his room that booed me away. The other 4 I tried were great. A couple of hours ago I kissed good bye the one who apparently will be my new favorite, Tomy: It was our second meeting, this time for two hours. Amazing. Right now I feel like a mix of Superman and Rhyheim Shabazz. I will meet with him at least once again, for a bundle session: pics, video, and sex. Tomorrow I will be meeting the one that will probably be my last try: After him I will get devoted to repeats.I will miss Buenos Aires.

You can find here the report on my second taxi boy, Samir.

This passed week has been cold for this time of the year. I should not be discouraged by these temperatures but I got infected by the locals and almost did not go out. I kept checking stuff out of my To Eat List, though. Of course, I already had my first breakfast with facturas argentinas. However, rather than purchased food, I am orgasming at my mother's cooking. One of my favorite flavors in the Milky Way, my mami's lentils stew: But I am not eating with her everyday, and so I am trying treats everywhere and checking them out of my list. Alfajores de maicena Pizza argentina. What you see is from Romario, a popular and traditional pizzería. At the bottom you have fugazzeta rellena, in the middle a mozzarella a la napolitana pizza, and on top two slices of fainá. Not everything is from my To Eat List, sometimes I take other things. I forgot to take pictures, so this one is from the web, but I tried a delicious pamplona de cerdo in a Parrilla Uruguaya two blocks away from my place: Certainly, this week I felt like my pants are shrinking. Hopefully this coming week I will walk moren as the weather forecasting is promising. Fortunately or unfortunately, all my friends are very cautious and only want to meet outdoors. So I have been meeting indoors with new friends. My Grindr continues to be in flames even two weeks after my arrival. I have met several guys with different levels of hotness but no one of them was good enough for a repeat. The panorama has been much more fruitful in the paid sex realm. I already tried 4 local taxi boys, all of them very good to outstanding. I have been introduced to a website I had never heard of before: escogeme.com. If everything goes well, I will try someone from there tomorrow. Meanwhile, I have explored soytuyo and Skokka. The latter is where you can find the best prices. The range of prices is wide. I have received offers ranging from $AR 2,000 (U$S 20 at official rate/12 at Blue rate) to $AR 6.000 (61/37). I will report the rates of the guys I am hiring here but not in my blog, as those prices will be very fluctuating. I already published a full review for Ander, which will be followed by Tomy's, Samir's, and Alan's. Today I did take a walk back in my old neighborhood. After it, I love even more Palermo. But these are a few pictures of Recoleta nowadays at noon on a Sunday.

I am also virgin of that!

I checked the rooms of that hotel in hotels.com. Too small. I am afraid I am back to airbnb.

Hell, I'm switching from Airbnb.

I agree. I would lobe to say that I fully agree, but your remark about "Muslim countries w harsh penalties" makes me uncomfortable. Whether or not a country is Muslim, if homosexuality is being actively persecuted and prosecuted, I would keep myself away from it. I took risks when I visited Morocco, but I was younger and omnipotent, I had a crush on the Beatnik poets, and back in the 90s it was still very European influenced and tolerant. I do not think I would go over there nowadays.

May I ask why you choose an hotel over an airbnb? Specially when you want your place to be a play ground?

I do not know you, so I do not know from what culture you are looking at Brazil. It is not just an open minded culture, most people coming from a Puritan influenced cultures do not get that. They do not relate sex with brothels necessarily, although they have nothing against them. When I was in Rio last November, Rhyheim was hosting his invited stars in Ipanema hotels. The staff and the management recognized him and them and they were delighted to offer their installations to shoot porn for no extra charge. The cleaning lady at his home told Rhyheim that her son was a fan, and asked to take a picture with him to send to her son. Most of the Brazilian pon stars I know not only are in full disclosure with their families, but they love what they do. It is just anecdotal evidence, but it does allows you to infer that it is not just an issue of open-mindness, but instead a radically different mindset towards sex and sexuality.