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I have it on fair authority, perhaps worth-a-gander authority, that Top Man in São Paulo is a location for trade, perhaps “semi-formally”. I was skeptical when another punter mentioned it to me last winter as a source of paid fun, but he did seem to be a seasoned visitor and not channeling the annoyingly ex-pat narcissistic claims of expertise we sometimes see. However, a few weeks ago a Vila Mariana spa massajista I have met both at the spa location, where Tantrica has a very broad meaning AND my intractable trap spasm was skilfully released, as well as my lodgings, mentioned it in passing. He spontaneously asked me if I ever attended Lagoa or Top Man (he mentioned them in the same breath; I was not inquiring), places he has attended to supplement his commercial sex work income. What was unclear was whether he resident-massaged ‘with benefits’ at Top Man, but I took from his mention of Lagoa that he works the floor at both. Hence, a possible nod to Top Man as being in the running for mutual affiliation with the handful of Brazilian venues referenced here. (He seemed not familiar with 555.) With any luck, absent the blaring of Brazilian Idol karaoke rejects. Good grief, 130 P Taques is hard on the ear canals. I had considered a visit to Top Man, not too far east at an Augusta cross street, but I got busy hosting ‘sure thing’ guys from my expanding Rolodex. My vision seems better at my accommodations than at Lagoa. Perhaps it was a dry patch in the wet area, poor random seasonal timing, or it’s not my optometrist requiring renewed qualification. I post about Top Man without staking any claim to its legitimacy, and without first-hand exposure, but a few others may be interested in trying it out at some point. Happy hunting, where there’s never enough ground but no dearth of tiresome peanut-gallery commentary about post details / style from frenetically attentive yet painfully boring media stalkers. I may circle back prior to my next trip to see if there is any useful intel that has been added. My sense is that anything worthwhile would be coming from readers that don’t post too regularly. Where are you guys?😉

The proposed commercial sex work abolitionist legislation has been in limbo for months, with many other unrelated laws requiring attention ahead in the queue. Local elections are underway. The next general election is no more than 6 months off and I think that the prostitution law will not progress prior to that timeline, if at all, going forward. Still a lot of squabbling among factions about penalizing, regulating as an alternative to punitive measures, educating sex consumers, a specific focus on trafficking including immigration for such, etc, etc. Premises used to facilitate sex trade, even ‘non-exploitatively’, remains in the draft legislation as illegal. As I opined earlier, a place such as Thermas would simply need to be less explicit about its agenda. In fact, I think that Grupo Pases has always been vague about it. The agenda seems more word-of-mouth or a few bitter queens discovering it and asking for an entrance refund. Additionally, perhaps the party events give it more of a front as a club venue, not exclusively a baths/brothel. Ad sites as potential candidates for censorship seems more ambiguous. Legal age and vulnerability of women seem to be the big ticket items that the abolitionists target.

Yes, a few, judging by the 1.57 reactions per post.

Good to know. Everybody cares about bingo halls. I understand that old ladies from Florida get very upset when Bingo! is openly expressed over the mic with a stack of cards barely stamped. Hope nobody got in your way. Now you get a break. Try Clue.

Have you ever considered taking a day off? Maybe revamping your material? Pulling the needle off the broken record? You make it seem like you’re in a sweatshop cranking out cheap laughs. Never mind. There’s a trap door for rude. Obrigado moderators.

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Yes, noted that option. And with a Bacio di Latte (full location with seating) also right there across from the Italia Bldg, makes for a decent tasty Republica outing. (Not that I would have ice cream following a CdoP dessert.)

I finally got to lunch at A Casa do Porco several weeks ago, on your list and some top 50 global lists as well. Already a line at 11:30 and I think I got the last available table after standing outside for 45 minutes. Inexpensive considering its status. Spot! has a good pork ribs dish but the aforementioned is a must. No way I could have put away the tasting menu; I saw a few others plowing through it. I had a signature roast pork with the small sides and a delicious light dessert. My Mastercard was refused; their machine the issue. Fortunately, my never used backup Visa worked. I always carry cash as well because vendors tend to look at you like it’s your problem not their temperamental card readers.

You’re better at this than Bingo. Maybe the Asian exit signage helped.

They have some balls.

However, I’m with @vinapu regarding the 3 in 1 coffee date: FullSizeRender.MOV

When a guy is too impatient to wait for the plane to land and disembark according to operational practice, to meet his hot date … FullSizeRender.MOV

Litterly hissterical.

This Yellow Line? What’s so complicated?

I know, I just prayed for and received an offer with photo of a large fallopian tube, including it’s prospective placement, that came in a Manila envelope.

That’s cute and clever. Do you have a link to this so-called autocorectal app? Or does one simply wander around with something prominent in one’s pocket?

Anybody else care to interpret?

I think it’s if you like the haircut just marry the barber and you’ll be at home swivelling on him with no booking necessary, not stuck in a shop chair where harassment is inevitable while in full view of the street where cops are chasing down local trade and exiling them because the cops don’t want competition.

3 on 1: a foursome gang bang? Now that will jar you awake!

You’re picking them off at bible study now? Respect.

$50, for java that came out of an animal’s arsehole, Mr Dinkin? Now those are what I call parasitic prices. Stop dinkin’ me around.

Goddam it to hell these lazy-ass ‘scorts! Didn’t he complete the seminar series? Do we have to be Dr Ruth at all times? First PowerPoint bullet: Nothing needed by a punter is too idiosyncratic. A subsequent bullet down the list: His tongue down your throat is the key to unlocking your hole. A bullet somewhere further down the list: If his tongue down your throat seals the deal in advance, then a similar cause-effect phenomenon applies to the aforementioned preceding bullet; kissing fucking can be choreographically parallel as well as sequential, obligatory for size coping. A simple cue should be sufficient if kissing a manifest precedent. The apparent temerity of seeking a follow-up attempt may have reflected a cry for help requiring a teachable moment review. Notwithstanding disappointment, a few brief exchanges may have anchored the connection, if not for you in another valiant try, for all the others with shy sphincters potentially responsive to duelling tongues, the vast contingent of bottoms for whom a mere peck on the cheek won’t get the pecker in. 😉

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My sense is that it is an odd way to assert representation unless story time readers as a whole are a broadly heterogeneous set of people. I am not sure if the dust up is that the cross gender impersonation subgroup is aiming for a niche role that supplants alternative representations or they are simply angling for integrative opportunity equity. I am also of the view that the written word need not be more dramatically emphasized when rendered aloud and that a normal cadence of speech closer to the internalization of a child’s visual story reading allows what the author chose to write to take the lead role. I probably would have approached my first personal read of a Bobbsey Twins novel differently had my initial experience of a different novel in the series been that of a drag performer reading it all aloud. I am not sure, however, what would have been value-added about it. We read, in contrast to ostentatiously styled auditory storytelling, essentially deadpan-ish and enjoy it as much. Whatever tonal variations a child engrossed in a book projects onto the text is conferred sufficiently by regular speech patterns around them.

As much a nonstarter as ever. It can be equally argued that homosexual men are the same as everybody else except for what they do in bed, and are different from everybody else except for what they do in bed. The apparent contradiction is exogenously rooted, social construction continua wherein ideological positions and various constituencies of societal attitude are often mutually antithetical, and are not for us to resolve. This is similar to the polarized systems notion of equipotentiality, a grouping of the very same things leading to different outcomes with each outcome iteration, versus equifinality, a grouping of entirely different things leading to the same outcome with each outcome iteration. Homosexual men are only required to try to endure the range of absurdist notions about us that are put before us. This is nothing new and the changing sources and dynamics are not necessarily relevant. This reality eludes any meaningful potential for cogently stationing ourselves within the evolving rhetoric on fluidity. That narrative is more complex and simply superimposed on what has always been unresolvable, one example not the least of which is the nature-nurture dialectic. It helps to explain the inane notion that homosexual men subvert their true (opposite) biological gender by virtue of same-sex attraction. We are not in for a bat-crap crazy ride any nuttier than the carnival has always been. Only the total landscape of additional wannabe ringmasters, players, and the hats they wear may appear to have changed. The idea of homeostasis applies to homosexual men. It is a patent feature, well beyond an idea. The central defining characteristic, a variation of the biological reproductive imperative, absent the procreative component, has been an extremely longstanding constant. If postmodern queer theory aims to alter this particular unique phenomenon, good luck to its proponents. Of course it remains imperative to maintain and exhibit empathic attunement with the full range of collectives that face oppression, while not necessarily getting absorbed into an amorphous undifferentiated mass of activism. Everybody is equal. Nobody is the same.