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Sorry Lucky, I do not have time to read why someone needs to hold on to superstition. I am sure it fills some basic need for him. I also grew up in a very Catholic family, and out of my K-12 education 10 years were in Catholic schools. One of my brothers is a Jesuit priest. My breaking out with the Catholic Church has nothing to do with my homosexuality. As soon as I was able to start thinking independently in my high school years I realized how needy and nonsensical believing in any god is. I turn into agnosticism in my 9th grade and into Atheism in my 10th. Imagine how desperate my mother and the priests and professors in my Salesian high school were. Their first one in the honor roll list was a confessed Atheist. I did have a falling back into believing, of course out of weakness and desperation, during my military service. Back in my early adolescence I learned that my cousins in Esquina, the little town my parents where from and where I used to spend my summers, were having sex with the local priest. I was having sex with my cousins, but the priest never tried to touch me. I was just disappointed and felt unwanted. I understand why people need to believe. Not everyone is able to put out with an existence without any further meaning than living itself. Not everyone is able to put up with not being special and immortal. Good for them as long as they do not tell me how I should live my life.

It is not a joke. Dropping my shit in the place was a trip, and I was not high back them. Just very sensitive and creative because of my first international long trip. Three months in Europe, Morocco, and NYC.

Friday (beach day) I am very relief I am feeling better. I think my initial blaming on the sun was wrong, something else was affecting me. I am right now moving from the cetacean to the crustacean family (I am all red from the beach day I am about to report) and feeling perfectly. So I have no idea what to blame my weakness and lack of energy on. The medication I bought for my back is working great and the pain is now back to its regular chronic level (I am used to have it all the time, just at a tolerable intensity). I was already feeling back to normal on Thursday, when I met Marcelo during my visit to Thermas Club 13. Right now I am waiting for his response to come over to my hotel, but he does not have wifi at home and I do not know when I will have an answer. Our meeting should be in about 4 hours, let’s see. Yesterday my date with Italo to go to the beach was at 12. After all the warnings about Brazilians’ lack of punctuality in general, and GPs’ in particular, I had made my mind to patiently wait for a late arrival. I was wrong, he not only showed up on time, but started texting me 45 minutes before keeping me updated of his progress. I would find out later that I was totally unprepared for the event. I put on sun screen only on my face, head, shoulders and chest. Those are now the only places that are not shining with a tempting red lobster tone. Besides, I took only about 40 Rials with me. I did not know that going to the beach involves a lot of expenses here, and I did not know that every single street and beach vendor In Salvador accepts credit cards. Fortunately, we will learn later, I got a Savior. Italo arrived on time, always smiling, always with an extra positive vibe, always trying to find out what I wanted and what I needed to make me happy. He is indeed a wonderful guy. Let me introduce him a little bit. He is 23 years old, is not married but living with a White woman his age, and together have a 6 years old girl. He also has a dog that he loves very much. Italo lives at walking distance of Fox, and that is the main reason why he does not work there. It would be uncomfortable for him to be seen by his neighbors entering or exiting the place. He is a mix of Soteropolitano and Caipira, born in Salvador but raised in Bahia countryside. Italo, as a paradigmatic example of the local fluidity of sexuality, does not identify as gay, straight, or bi. He just loves sex. Right now is saving to get his own house, because is tired of living with his female partner. He wants to move by himself with his dog, and stay single for a while, without a woman or "a gay” (SIC). He does love his girl and plans in keep helping his woman to support her. Italo is not specially attractive physically, just an average sexy Brazilian boy, with a huge and very responsive dick, and very nicely rounded butts. His mouth is very kissable and, as I already shared, his kissing skills are out of the chart even for Brazilian standards. I ended with him because, fortunately, he chose me in my first day and I just followed. I said “fortunately” because should I follow my preferences regarding appearance, I would have probably never ended with him, and would have never had the privilege of being exposed to his wonderful heart and personality. He really looked after me (us) during our beach day. When he arrived, we headed to the beach right across my hotel. He was open to go somewhere else, actually insinuated to go to other beach no far away, but I really wanted to experience the internationally famous Praia do Porto da Barra. As soon as we crossed the street we were headed by a guy offering us to rent a beach umbrella and chairs. Te price sounded good and affordable for my 40Rs, so we said yes and followed the guy, a sexy black man, short and probably in his late 20s or early 30s. He assigned us what looked like a really privileged place, on the first line, the closest place to the water. He settled the umbrella, and offered us drinks. Italo was drinking beer and I asked for water. They brought us a little cooler with ice and extra drinks that we would pay when checking out. I was starting to get concerned about my budget. When we were just settled, our local hero @numazu1 texted that he was joining us. We had been exchanging texts since earlier on. He would soon arrive with his own companion, and join us to spend the afternoon together. While waiting for his arrival, I started to really enjoy the beach and Italo’s caring company. He was alert at every single gesture from me, trying to guess what I was needing. He ended being an outstanding host, taking care not only of me, but also of Numazu1 and his friend, as we all were visitors and he was the only Soteropolitano. Surprisingly, he knew a lot of people in this beach, and later on would even meet his aunt and cousins. One of them was introduced to us, cute looking average Brazilian. One of the guys he knew was selling weed and Italo knew I was not a drinker but a pot head. For 10 Rials we got enough to roll a join, which we would smoke later on. At this point, we were just arrived and I was already broke. I would need to run back to the hotel before leaving to pick up more cash or my card. Fortunately, the hotel was just a few steps away. The praia was full of incredibly attractive human specimens, of all genders. We were continuously bombarded by vendors offering us food, drinks, and all kind of goods. Something that picked my attention was that the guys who were renting us the chairs and umbrellas would come to us regularly with a watering can to refresh and clean the sand of our feet. I did notice that they would do it only to us, which should have been a clue that we were receiving preferential treatment (and probably extra pricing). I had been there before other days, earlier in the morning, by myself. Now, we were taking shifts with Italo, as the first lesson he taught me was to never leave our stuff unwatched. The water is amazing. Rather than the sea, it feels like a peaceful salt water lake, with no waves at all. The sand stripe is not very thick, and the slope is quite high, so you are forced to swimming after a few steps. Swimming is extremely smooth, even smoother than in a swimming pool, as the salty water makes floating easy and there are no waves. I do not think anyone can drawn in these waters, even if you do not know how to swim, the ocean just pushes you up. The sea temperature is refreshing without being cold, the water is clean and transparent, and you are able to see the bottom even when swimming in the deepest areas. So nice, it was my first experience in this kind of water. Soon Numazu1 and his companion arrived. I immediately noticed that, unlike me, he knew what he was doing. They brought sun screen and money. I mentioned earlier on that a Savior walked me out of the troubles I would have suffer out of my lack of preparedness, meaning my empty wallet. He would paid the bill later on, and then walk with us to my hotel to get my part. If you are reading this, thanks a lot again, Numazu1. praia porto da barra quick view.MOV I dared to ask him for the favor when we started ordering food and drinks and was beyond clear that I was out budgeted. My previous beach experiences with family and/or friends back in Argentina were quite different. We would not stay so long (I actually thought we would be in the beach only for a couple of hours, and not almost 7 as we did) and we would bring our own food. The beaches I have been too before were not serviced by such a wide range of beach vendors. Soon after Numazu1 arrived, I rolled a joint that only Italo and myself would enjoy. It was my first weed since I left DC. If you know me, you know that I am a big pot head and was indeed missing it. The local weed, at least this one we got, is radically different to what I am used to smoking in the USA, although does reminds me to my old times in Buenos Aires, even its smell. Not only the smell was different, but this maconha was considerable less powerful than my American pot. I had noticed how caring Italo was, not only towards me, but also to my two friends. He was constantly checking whether or not we needed/wanted anything, and now and then leaving us to come back with something we may want to enjoy. He was specially careful about us not getting too much sun, up to the point that he would over exposed himself as the umbrella’s shade was not enough to protect all of us. It was great to be stone again. As soon as I smoked, I jumped into the water. I swam far from the coast to be away from where most of the people were. When I reached a distance where I felt comfortably lonely, I watched back to check my friends, and noticed that Italo seemed to be looking for me. I noticed he seemed to find me and walk toward the water in my direction. I assumed he was coming to join me, and started to float fully enjoying how easy it was, feeling the cool of the water on my back, and the warm of the sun on my front. In Spanish, we call this kind of relaxed floating “hacer la plancha”, I do not know in English. Smoothly floating, stone in tropical waters, I had another of my nature blending insights. I have had a few before in different environments, and I recall of all them as moments of deep existential merging with the Nature surrounding me. Two of my memories are still strong and clear. The first one comes from my early adolescence, exploring with my cousin (my first love) the wild woods in Corrientes, in the Argentine Northeast. We reached a clear in the woods where we observed a fallen, dead tree. When we approached we noticed that the fallen tree had been taken over by a colony of aunts. They were so many, and the woods were so silent, that we were able to hear the march of millions of insects coming in and out of their base. The second memory comes from 1993, when I was visiting the South of France, hanging out with friends in an abandoned farm near Carcaçonne. My friends left me alone to go buy groceries. The property was limited by a creek that had eroded the soil, running deep in a small canyon. I was exploring by myself the shallow creek of clean fresh water, observing the small fish swimming amongst rolling stones, when I felt the unstoppable need to take a shit. I did not to go back to the house. Instead, I set each of my foots on each sore of the thin creek, squatted, and took a shit right there. I do have a few more of this kind of memories that are not as intense as these two are. All of them share an intense sense of merging with the natural environment, the clear feeling of being part of something much bigger than me, something beautiful and powerful that preceded me and would remain after my moving into the silence of non existence. Please, do not misunderstand and interpret I am talking about any god or supernatural being of any kind. I am not. I was now there, peacefully floating in the sea under the tropical sun and had another of these moments. Merged with Nature, my thoughts started to ramble around the pleasant feelings I was enjoying. I thought of retiring and moving here, of completing my evolution into a cetacean to live and enjoy this magic, at the same time overwhelmingly powerful and peacefully welcoming, ocean. I thought of how our environment shapes who we are, who we want to be, who we are able to be, how our life experiences feed and at the same time limit our imagination and potential. I thought of the Brazilians I was meeting, of their capacity to enjoy life, of being here and now. I thought of myself and my friends from other cultures, trying to define things, to categorize, to understand others from our own limited concepts, trying to fit everyone and everything in our already acquired understandings without questioning and expanding them. I thought of our conversations with Numazu1, who shared the purpose of his writing. I thought of what the purpose of my writing was. I thought of how my recently passed away dad being a devoted and self righteous journalist limited and at the same time enriched me. I thought of how important to me is to be informative and useful, how providing a service to others is at the core not only of my writing but of my whole being. I also thought of how fragile my memory is and how important this logs and other pieces I am producing will be in the future to not lose my life experiences in the dark. I thought of how connecting to the boys I was meeting involved letting aside outdated and out of place categories. I thought of how much they seemed to enjoy not only the sex, but the sharing of themselves with a strange, and how open and eager for learning about us most of them are. All these thoughts were burning in my stone and tropically warmed brain, when I remembered Italo, of course. I thought how lucky I was for meeting him. My shy, introverted, shelled, boring being, often needs the complement of an extroverted, talkative soul to make up for my lacks. I do not know how long I had been floating lost in my stoned rambling thoughts. The last time I saw Italo, he seemed to be heading to join me in the water far away from the beach. However, now I could not see him anywhere. The beach was crowded but it was easy to identify our place, and Numazu1 and his friend were clearly visible there, right in the first line on the beach. I started swimming back to our base. When I reached walkable depth and start walking out of the sea, I see Italo also coming out of the water at the same time. He looked very happy to see me and made a complimenting comment about my swimming skills. I suspect he had been looking after me. I think this sweet boy was concerned about me being stoned in the water, and was watching me from the distance to make sure I was OK. Perhaps is just a needy fantasy, but other than just a coincidence, I do not find any other explanation for the timing of the events. Besides the guys watering our feet, the incredible number of vendors offering all kind of goods, edibles, and drinks, I did love a few more new things to me, quite different to my previous and very culturally limited (Argentina) beaches experiences. praia porto da barra longer view.MOV Next to us, we had a guy renting boards and kayaks, and giving mini lessons to his clients. We saw those mini lessons so many times! With Italo, we were making jokes about being able to teach them without having ever actually used the equipment. the party boat time lapse.MOV the party boat movie.MOV One of my favorite things was a party boat. It was a regular canoe equipped with a sound system and a cooler with beverages. It would sail the beach North to South and then back again and again since very early. The boat was pushed its staff and customers right where the depth of the water was ending to be walkable, playing local musical hits quite loudly. At the beginning of the afternoon, the boat was pushed only by the guys selling the drinks, but customers and beach goers were progressively join the sailing party. By the end of the afternoon, it looked like the attached videos. Bahianos are just the most talented people I know to enjoy life and have fun. Silly me, I did not take a picture of him. One of the vendors was offering caipirinhas, caipiroskas, and other alcoholic mixes. He was very illustrative of the differences between the USA and the local culture. Where many Americans would be proud to hold a belt around their waist with their pistols, he was wearing a belt holding bottles of vodka and cachaça. Towards the end of our beach experience I started to get really concerned about Italo. He had been all the afternoon long making sure the umbrella was in the right position, as the sun was going through his way, to protect his three companions. But he was not getting any shade and although was not complaining, I did notice he was not comfortable. When I asked him, he disregarded my concerns. Went the sun went down the horizon and the sea breeze was making us cold (first time I had that feeling since my arrival), we started to leave. Our check was about 280 R, what we found a little bit expensive, as we were expecting to not pay the price for foreigners. When I told Italo that I found the bill expensive, his response was that it was not, that we rented an umbrella and 4 chairs for more than 6 hours, and ordered many drinks and food (he specifically mentioned two orders of shrimp as something that specially added to the price tag). I did not complain much, 70 bucks is not a lot, and I was paying only half. If we all were paying our part, each check would be less than 20 bucks for each, nothing. The same guys who rented us the beach goodies escorted us up to leaving the sand area and watered our feet to clean out the sand one last time, saying goodbye. One of the boys, who was friend of Italo, came to ask me for a tip, and I gave him 10R, what made him very happy. They had really treated us as queens. We walked up to my hotel, and I ran upstairs to get the money to pay back to our good friend. After that we parted our ways, making plans to attend together one f the street mega parties taking place at night. Before leaving to the beach, I had dropped my keys in the reception, asking them to clean my room, and requesting two towels, as I was having a day beach with a friend and we would want to take a showers afterwards. When I walked in with Italo, no one stopped me or asked me for anything. We entered the room and the two towels I requested were there. I really like the staff at my hotel, men and women are not only friendly and very much into serving you, but most of them are also sexy and attractive. I was planning a photo session with Italo, but he did not bring his ID. Without it, I did not want to do it, but he was willing to. When I asked him what he was planning to do, he told me “sexo” and laugh showing me his big dick with a hard on. However, I was not feeling in the mood at all. The areas of my body where I did not use sun screen where soaring. Besides, any physical attraction I had felt for Italo, was now gone. It happens often to me, after having sex one with someone I do not want to repeat. My sexual attraction was down, but my fondness for Italo was way up. The whole beach experience had been wonderful, and it was possible only because of him and his caring assistance. We hugged and sweet kissed, and talked for a while. This is the moment when I learned most of the stuff about him I shared by the beginning of this post, speaking in a mix of Portuguese, Spanish, English, and Italian (his grandma was Italian). When he started to feel very concerned about his doggy alone at home and without being fed (his “wife” and daughter are visiting family out of Salvador), we decided to part ways. I am aware that the 300 R I paid to him are a generous amount, but I also think he deserves more. We talked about connecting again to go out later on with Numazu1 and his friend, and said goodbye. I went down to the hotel’s sidewalk to have diner. I had almost no eaten in the beach and was very hungry now. While eating, I enjoyed some of the party taking place all along the street, and then went back to my room to rest before going out. However, at 10PM I was deeply slept despite all the loud party noise coming from outside. No one called me, so when I am writing this report I had no idea of what he rest of my beach party is up to. I am still waiting for smoking hot Marcelo to call. I see in my WhatsApp that he has not yet received my last messages, which means he has not be back to the grid yet. I am afraid this trip will not be the source of pictures and video I was hoping for my JustFor.Fans account, but you know what? I do not care. lesson_on_praia_porto_da_barra.MOV

Here you have my report on Club 11 (formerly Planetario).

I apologize @Riobard for not taking advantage of your previous advise. I should go back and reread the whole thread. Many of you have been great friends providing tons of information and I am not taking advantage of it. I am a mess, sorry! But please do know I deeply appreciate the good vibes and all the support. Today was the first day that I feel fully recovered. The medication I bought for my back is working great, just returned from a full day in the beach and will post a report tomorrow. I am resting in the hotel getting ready for late partying. No sauna today.

I am naive indeed. I thought it was possible to pose a moral dilemma. I thought I was clearly expressing my lack of certainty when discussing the boundaries and intersections between respect for privacy, sexual exploitation, power, social class, etc., etc. etc. . I thought this place was a place where we can discuss whether something is right or wrong, beyond legality or illegality. However, I see the point I was trying to make was totally missed.

Yes, you did, but I did not want to continue this in a thread about something else. My problem with your last response is that it seems you are assuming too much on the asking for verbal consent situation. When I do it, I make sure they understand what I am asking for. I show them in my phone my website and these forums, and I offer them extra money for allowing me to do it. I mean, that used to be my practice. Now I am moving away from verbal consent. For instance, I have not taken any pictures of the GPs I have been with in Salvador. I did offer them a session of pictures for money, and explain to them that they will have to sign a written agreement and allow me to take a picture of their IDs as prove of their legal age. I think you may also being assuming too much about the ability of Cuban boys to understand or not the situation.

I am opening this thread because I think we are kidnapping @BiLatin's with the controversy around posting pictures. I have been trying to quote some relevant posts in here but realized I do not know how to do it, and I have no time to be finding out. My apologies. I wanted to reboot the topic. My stand on the issue is evolving and being myself a frequent poster, I find it very relevant. Please, let's try to keep name calling out. I myself did not do a good job in the thread I am referencing, and am trying to restart and do better here. In few words, I left that thread when some friends were highlighting that posting pictures of boys, with or without consent was exploitative, considering the socio-cultural-economic power gap between the hirer and the hired one. One friend pointed out, in my opinion correctly, that it could be hypocrite to condemn as unethical the posting pictures practice considering it is exploitative, when the very act of hiring in that context shares that nature. It looks like we are facing here an ethical dilemma. I am specially interested on what @SolaceSoul has to say about this.

I stand corrected.

Thermas Club 13 I was feeling much better this afternoon. I went to a farmacia and got something for my back pain that worked. I did reschedule my meeting with Italo, but was ready for some action. So I went to Thermas. I am afraid I am not going to return, it is too far away from my location. To give you an idea, going to P11 takes Uber less than 15' and never more than 20R. Going to Thermas took 50', 70R to go and 50 to return. The place is fine, but not better than P11 or Fox. Something is really fucked up with the addresses in this city (country?). My Uber dropped me and then I have to walk for 5 minutes to find the place. I used Google Maps to guide my walking and almost ended in a Favela like section (it was almost 8 and dark), but I managed to avoid the not so nice area and find another way. You buzz the door and walk into an empty and deserted front yard. Another entrance is to the left. You have a big patio cover by a tent, pretty much similar to Fox but slightly bigger. Plenty of tables and chairs. There is a bar counter where you get your key and towel, besides drink and food. The same drag queen who was performing in the Bingo last night at Planetario, was running the bingo here. I liked her much more. However, they picked on me because I was the only foreigner and, although everything was fun and friendly, that kind of ruined my experience. When someone made bingo, he had to choose a GP to give him a prize and a kiss. To the right of the patio you have the house. A very tiny small locker room, a lobby with a big coach, rooms of three different categories, communal shoes, a stair that takes you to the second floor, where you have a video room. They are strict on not allowing the use of cellphones, which sucks, as I was not able to use Google Translator. There were about 15 boys and 10 clients. Compared to C11 and Fox, these GPs were mostly in the twinkish side. I did recognize at least two I have seen the previous night at C11, one of them Pedro, my programa. About 4 boys come to try to get my business, but I was not interested in any if them. At about 9, I decided to go without a programa. When I was going to pay my bill, poom, I see a boy that was exactly what I like. He smile as soon as I locked my eyes on him. Marcelo, 23 años, soteropolitano. He was the first GP I met who is clearly Black for my standard. I wanted to take him to the suite, the most expensive and comfortable option (35R), and we had to wait because it was occupied. Meanwhile, we enjoyed the bingo and ate each other faces. Of course, a talented kisser. He is a certified masseur besides a GP. He quoted me 100R for anything I wanted, so I did to have to bargain, I ended paying 120. I will probably see him again in my hotel, we will coordinate tomorrow. We had a great time together, besides astonishingly beautiful he is sweet, attentive, and with a great sense of humor. The suite was very roomy, with A/C, a round bed, and a generous shower. When leaving, I felt harassed by a couple of boys, but it was not a big deal.

I am glad you can live in such a simple reality. Good for you!

I am not defending his behavior, that would be doing the same you are doing, judging without knowing.

So your critics should shut up and move on to pictures they do like.

Wow! What a deep knowledge of all the circumstances and of Spacey's character. You sound like experts... ...on blaming others, specially if they are more talented and successful than you are. I am sure it feels good.

I am not American. Hopefully you are educated enough to be aware that racism has particular manifestations in each culture. In the one I grew up, Blacks were absent.

I was waiting for Magno's OK to share his information. He is the guy who drove us all over the city during my first days in Salvador. Sweet, honest, 100% reliable, but he only speaks Portuguese. lucimagno@hotmail.com 8885-8641/9931-1855

Wednesday Despite all my precautions, I think the tropical sun has taken a toll out of me. I have been feeling exhausted and drained, and yesterday (Wed) did not go to the beach in the morning as planned. I was also concerned because my back was bothering me. I have a chronic low back pain issue, and I am afraid is getting bad right now. Last night in the sauna (more on this below) I tried to hide it when I was with Numazu1, and he probably did not notice as he cannot compare how I normally walk and how I was walking right then. A poor old man giving very short steps. So I stayed in the hotel most of the day, avoiding the bed, which could be the cause for my back pain. I was blaming the weakness feeling on the caipiroskas hang over, but I think now it was actually the sun. By the early afternoon I was feeling better and decided to plan for sex. I do not remember whether or not I mentioned this boy here, but I did share about him in my to do lists for Brazil in my blog. I was planning to go to Planetario, so I contacted Gabriel to meet with him today Thursday. The communication was quick and friendly, but he was leaving Salvador today in the morning. He insisted on meeting yesterday night, but I was confident my reduced energies where going to be fully drained after the sauna visit. So I missed this boy. If you happen to be visiting Salvador when he is here, you should try him. He seems to be very nice and educated, and in my opinion is the hottest boy publishing as a GP in internet. @numazu1 had arrived to the city, and I was excited I was going to meet our local story teller hero. Of course, he was with one of his many Brazilian boyfriends, I was also curious to meet one of the characters of the stories we all enjoy reading so much. Fernando (the guide I hired for my first 2 days here) was recommending me Wednesday Bingo to go to Planetario. Someone here in the forums advised to go early, about 4. I was still feeling tired and not in the mood for hiring, but I was there at about 4:30. It was damn too early. Perhaps 5 clients and 10 boys, and a general feeling of nothing is going on. I do have a funny anecdote while I was there seating and being head for all the desperate boys looking for a programa. I noticed that the guy servicing the bar counter (later I would learn his name was Carlos) was looking at me in a weird way. He would walk by me (I was seating alone between trying boys, mostly in my phone, bitching at Numazu1 about how dead this was and advising him to wait until later to come) and make strange noises moving chairs and tables and shutting doors, as he was trying to get my attention. He would not say a word and look at me with a not very friendly expression in his face, like waiting for me to say something about his actions, but I decided to ignore him. He finally vanished. After about 10 minutes he came back, this time walking straight to me with a big smile in his face and his phone in his hand. He showed me in his phone a picture of a guy that was kind of my twin bother, and told me he was very upset thinking I was that guy and was ignoring him. The guy is an Italian he used to fuck with. After we cleared the incident, we laughed together and since that moment he gave me VIP treatment and spoiled me. He recommended me to move to a different table and that move made a significant difference in my ability to enjoy the place. A detailed report on my experience on the Sauna is coming soon. With this back pain I am afraid I will do nothing today other than be seated. We were going to spend a day in the beach with the boy I met at Planetario last Monday, but I will call him to cancel if I do not feel better by noon. I am writing this at 10 AM. In few words, several boys paraded seating with me, Brazilian kissing me (I think I will stop talking about French kissing), showing me their hard ons and striking my dick. This time I had decided to step out of my comfort zone and have the full sauna experience, I was naked wearing a towel that was badly long enough to cover my generous shape. This time I did not go with the first boy that overcame my shyness with his charm. I tried several, and it was not until after 8 (remember, I was there at 4:30) that I decided for a programa. He was extremely hot to me, and the service was OK, but no comparable to my first days in this and the other sauna, Fox. I cannot blame the boy, of course. I was feeling week and sick, after all. When I was walking to get a suite to play with him, a big muscles go go boy was starting a performance. We hang out in a table with Numazu1, his boy, and my favorite garoto (the one I am supposed to meet today for a beach day) and enjoyed a not very good Bingo followed by one of the most decadent and poorly performed drag shows of my whole life. I will let Numazu share his own experience whenever he wants to, if he wants to. It was a mistake getting to the place so early. 6PM would have been a much better time. Perhaps the best times may vary with the season. The boys were telling us that the holidays season is not strong in Salvador, and that the rest of the year, specially carnaval, is much better. Overall, after 6PM I did have a fun experience, with friendly clients and many boys of a quite diverse array of looks, at least 5 of them hirable material for me. Fernando had told me that the boys in Planetario were mostly Black, while the boys in Fox were mostly Latin. So far I do not share such an assessment, but I do need at least one more visit to Fox to be sure. I did notice that the boys in Fox the one day I was there were less aggressive and better looking in average, also they’re fewer. Also, I am quite confident racial boundaries are radically different in Brazil, what they define as Black or Latin may not be so in another culture. Numazu1’s provisory husband wanted to eat sushi. I guess you cannot expect to eat traditional local food when you are with a local. A local dating an American is probably after an exotic (for him) experience, not into dinning feijoada. My boy (he was not joining us) recommended a sushi restaurant and we called an Uber. When we arrived to the place, we were surprised. It was not a regular popular eatery but a very classy and sophisticated looking establishment. I guess my boy was there with a wealthy client. We felt slightly out of place in our casual-going-to-the-sauna outfit, but nobody paid attention to us. The couple ate sushi, I order Tempura. It was delicious and we were heading to our nests by midnight. I am feeling definitely better regarding my energy, I am quite confident I was suffering the effects of too much tropical sun. But my back still is killing me. I am not sure about my next steps. My plan was hanging out a few hours this afternoon in the beach and in my room with Italo. Perhaps convincing him to take some pictures if he is willing to sign a written consent and provide me with prove of his age (23). I am not interested in overnights, unlike most of you I do not find any appealing in sleeping next to someone and waking up not alone. After saying goodbye to him in the afternoon, I was planning a field trip to Club13. Tonight is the Bingo night over there. Right now there is a good chance I am canceling my beach day with Italo. I may consider inviting him anyway for the pictures. His dick is very photogenic. If my back is better, I am going to the mysterious third sauna in Salvador. It is the one located the furthest. P.S.. While I am posting and uploading the pictures, at almost 11AM, Italo sent me a message. I am trying to reschedule our meeting for tomorrow.

Is the accusation of racism necessary? It is an honest question. Perhaps there are clues in @BiLatin's posts that justify such a remark, but I have missed them. Of course, I am not Black and my relationship with racism is radically different to most Americans, whatever color they are. That means that I may be less sensitive and do not notice clues that may be obvious to you, @SolaceSoul. I am all for the controversy around posting pictures. I have often published pictures, I have encouraged others to doing it, I have enjoyed the published pictures in many places, Like @Tomcal's extinct club. I recently mentioned this somewhere else, so I apologize if I am repeating myself, but I think it is relevant here. After my unintentional indiscretion in the pool party in Palm Springs last year, and after the last problem in the Brazil club, I decided not to publish any pictures of anyone that I have taken, without explicit verbal or written consent. In this case, we do not even know whether or not @Bilatin got consent from the boys to publish the pictures. Whatever the truth is, this is a practice most of us have been involved in. If we have learned from our mistakes and grow to be more respectful of others' privacy, I think we should be more empathetic when we confront those who do not agree with us.

I hope you are not serious. Contributing to discussion forums involves having a thick skin and not being hypersensitive to other posters comments. Please, do not leave. It is easy to ignore negative comments when it is just a few isolated individuals. After all, they are entitled to think whatever they want to, whether they are right or wrong. Just keep doing your thing and, instead of empowering two contributors whose comments you do not like, focus on the many friends here that are thanking you and appreciating the information you are sharing. Count me amongst them.

@Tomcal, I think I just had a programa @ planetario with a 21y.o. boy who could be this guy little brother. Gostoso.

I LIKE PINGA is my blog, you ignorant man. By the way, here is the first post, just a warming up for what is coming. https://ilikepinga.com/2018/12/26/best-kissers-mundo/

You are right. After being hit by three hot ladies (they were really sexy and nice) I am back to my room, drunk and defeated.

Thanks, I am not hosting. Do not worry, I would not have my laptop out if I were not sure it was safe. That is a picture from this morning. I do not have my laptop out now.

I just had my first sample if famous Brazilian insecurity. While I was trying to pose faggier to encorage boys to head on me, it sounded like three shots and everyone ran away and hide. However, it was just fireworks. I stayed seating and did not hide, so I do not lnlw wheter I shpuñd feel brave or irresponsible. We all are back to normal 2 minutes after the aledged shots.

I am sitting in my hotel restaurant right in the rambla at praia da barra, waiting for the famous boys that will try to hook up. So far, I only got a beautiful lady, Sarah, a street vendor who forced me to buy her peanuts and wanted me to take her to my hotel room. What a failure. I am trying to look gayer, crossing my legs and posing in a more faggy way, but so far I have not luck. This is LIFE report, happening right now. Wish me luck, the caipiroskas are about to knock me out.