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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.

I get it. I just looked at my apartment cost in the area I booked a while ago for a trip later in the year and for the first time I converted it: 1400 baht.

It’s always only rectal exam season on this message board. (Sorry, it was just there … I’ll let myself out.)

So rude … maybe?? One never knows. Bottoms may be the ones that stick out most, taking all sorts of liberties. Your relentless teasing may be a bad influence on etiquette. 😉

What is comparatively lacking on this board, through nobody’s fault, is an extensive and robust sub-forum geared to providers. That can be accessed via a website named ‘company of men [dot] org’. No harm in being aware of options and determining the best fit, or straddling both.

It was neither necessary nor rude, so half right. No shortage of throwaway comments entered by many of our peers. I don’t apologize for others’ lack of sense of humour. You unwittingly set up a follow-up based on a Mercutio line, a feline line, like low hanging fruit. No fault there but my riffing on it wasn’t obnoxious simply because you’re grousing about it. If it didn’t land, then fine, it wasn’t the cat’s meow and all fours could be a myth. Tough audience; one moves on. That said, I’m glad you have survived your many visits and have your own autonomous way of processing the one mishap you endured by letting the accounting of it all hang out, in fact, several times if I’m not mistaken. No harm no foul there. It’s a reasonable tripadvisor input and the reader can take or leave the vicissitudes of travel, the heeding you may think is obligatory to share. I do wonder, though, how it serves the readership in terms of the assortative aspect you implied, how to make sense of a comparator tale of two cities. Nobody at all is spared an eventual fate worse than a cringeworthy robbery. In truth, The Bard was all over that, inn’t? So hang in there, de-center, not everything is about you. Gallows humour is not a rarity or verboten on this board. Nor is the pressing need to control the narrative regarding another member’s MO, which by the way I would be inclined, in fact, to decipher as myopically rude.

That really clears up the destination decision-making. Rodolfo couldn’t have expressed it better. 😀 Anybody else finding migration patterns migraine inducing? One-stop Barcelona is beginning to look a lot like Xmas.