Latbear4blk

Do not look at market share, look at pricing if you find a source for that.

Yes you can, although I am going to be guessing here, as I have not been in CDMX since this thread was started. I am in Buenos Aires now, where Uber was struggling because of local. regulatory challenges. They are fully legal and working now, and so their competition is. Check the Chinese competition, DiDi. In Buenos Aires, their prices are better than Uber's. Here is where I am guessing. I assume they are also in CDMX. China is taking over Latin America.

I just got stressed and disoriented for 3 days, but you list very well the circumstances that make my experience radically different than most travelers' right now. Anyways, I think I will be able to be back before August 4th, although I already rented an airbnb until then. American cancelled their flight to Fort Worth until Aug 4th, but they are still flying to Miami. Those flights are full until September, but because of the restrictions some Argentines are cancelling their tickets. I have the right to one more change in my reservation without paying any fees, and I cam calling every day to check the situation. Today they offered me a flight to Miami on July 29th, but I did not take it hoping for an earlier day available soon. I just need a few days notice to arrange the mandatory PCR test, and can pack anytime.

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:

Alan has displaced Tony in my podium. He just left and I am too tired to write more than this line, but I can share a few pics. I am proud because my photography skills are improving.

Kissed? I dove in, but I must confess I was not thinking of you.

I like that for a headline.

I thought he was going to mute our voices, but I enjoyed listening to me in someone else's porn outlet for the first time in my life. I (or parts of me) will be also featured in some of Alan's material. He is coming in a few hours for more, but we already filmed and shot some hot stuff.

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.

Guess whose dick you are sucking Who is the best ass diver Shitty dick, no treat etc

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.