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I don't know if tattoos are considered "traditionally unattractive," but a number of forum members hate them with a passion.  Well-done tatts on the right physique are sexy as hell, imo.  This is Diogo Piçarra, winner of Portugal's 2012 season of "Pop Idol."  The left pic is after a 4-month training program.  As much as I prefer beefier guys, I actually find the skinny version sexier.  Either/or is so much sexier, to me, than no tatts.

Think he's good looking with a nice body

I've had some good times there too,  but like anything else, its hit & miss.... You just never know, but I've heard that attendance has fallen off.  It could be because they increased the price and reduced the event hours.
My go-to place is Rainbow House in Long Island City, Queens....Its run by promoters MilkChocolateNYC,  its cheaper, has longer hours, and Always gets big crowds, although the crowd is a bit more "picky"......  

He's 6'6" which is extremely sexy❗

Some of these are pretty hot even though I usually like viewing the younger guy bottoming

I just returned from LeBOY and i Had a great. I met two great people. There is NO cover to enter and there is one , one time , fee of ten dollars to get a lap dance. You receive a wrist band and then you do not need t pay the fee again for a lap dance ...  There is an amazing out back patio space. They had some overhead space heaters which was nice because I was getting chilly. 

My favorite fetish scent is feet/socks followed by armpits. Itv drives me crazy❗

Yesterday, Sunday, was cloudier than Saturday and definitely a more tolerable temperature for me. I could easily get used to the humidity, but I think that, in order to be fully happy while living in this city, I would need easy access to a swimming pool. The day would have been perfect to check avenues and streets turned into pedestrian ways, but he headed in a different direction.
Punctually, my bisexual new friend stopped by to pick me up. Damn he is tall, my face was at the height of his chess. I was confused about his origins. He is not a rare Black Paisa as I reported before, but an import from Barranquilla. From now on, I will refer him as “the Costeño”.
We walked to Carrera 70, the Laureles Avenue with the highest concentration of bars and restaurants. Coming over there at night is still in my to do list. Nearby there is a stadium and sports complex and there was a soccer game scheduled for later in the afternoon. The restaurants and side walks were pack with soccer fans.
I made a pause to prepare and fix my version of a Paisa breakfast:
Back to yesterday, the whole area was taken over by local soccer fans. Several Chivas were parked along the avenue, all of them fancier than the one I had seen during the ride from the airport to my nest. You have one here, modified for transporting tourists:
They come in all sizes and designs, this is just an example. 
We were looking for a place to have lunch. I had asked the Costeño to avoid restaurants for export and choose one attended by locals. His first choice was a small place with no tables outside. We were looking to eat a bandeja paisa, and I did not want to eat such a heavy dish inside a little hot room. Perhaps I should have accepted, as our final choice was comfortable but I did not like the food.
We ended in a corner, a store that had both foods and souvenirs, and tables outside in the side walk. The bandeja paisa was $24.9K (U$S 6.6):
I did not like the morcilla (I am peaky with meat), and the chicharron was so hard to chew that I was afraid of breaking my denture. I did enjoyed the rest of the ingredients and I will hold my judgement on this traditional dish. I will try it again some other time, probably in other trip.
The best part of having lunch in the sidewalk by a corner was witnessing the soccer fans. They were drunk, excited, happy AND HOT. They were extremely affectionate to each other, what made me think that perhaps I mistook some of the Montañero affectionate physical expressions. So many years in the States have made me forget how Latino men’s friendships can be easily misunderstood by less passionate cultures. We love our friends, and we show our love physically and passionately. 
We walked a little bit more around the area until finally got in the metro station. The Costeño was about to give me the first lesson on Medellin public transportation 101. The whole Metro system seems modern beautiful, and functional, at the same or even higher level than most big cities. We were in our way to visit Parque Arvi and therefore, to take the Metro Cable.
IMG_0058.MOV   I made here another of my mistakes. I do not remember whether I shared that I suffer from vertigo. Traveling inside this boxes seemed safe to me from the outside, but in one of the sections (you have to switch to a different cart to get to Parque Arvi), in the last one to be precise, I sat looking in the wrong direction (down), and had to use all my tricks to avoid a panic attack. It was long and painful while it lasted.
Later on we laughed with the Costeño.

He noticed that I was tense and sweating (I did tell him about my vertigo issues), and was very scared I was going to faint inside of the cart, and that he would need to call for help and an ambulance. He was even looking for and reading all the emergency directions printed in the walls. Fortunately, I survived. Once we passed the first half of the trajectory, the view was not triggering my vertigo anymore.
The view, once I calmed down, was amazing. You are traveling a few meters above rain forest, the vegetation is exuberant and I wonder about the fauna. All I could see was gigantic colorful butterflies, and hear many different birds. Once you get closer to the Parque, the view turns to beautifully landscaped gardens. I have nothing to report about the Parque itself, we walked around and it is worth another longer visit, perhaps paying the 40K fee foreigners must pay to participate in all guided experiences. We just walked around for free.
Taking the Metro Cable back was a more enjoyable experience, as I already knew where to sit to avoid my vertigo. When we were almost arriving to the end, the carts stopped. As you can imagine, inercia made the vehicle swing a few times. A lady in front of me started to share that she was very scared. I was afraid she was going to start moving and make the vehicle lose balance, so I held her hands and asked her to look at my eyes. She did, and when I felt she was calming down asked her to look down and focus on her knees. She was traveling with a male companion, who said: “yeah, focus on your trembling knees.” We all laughed and the cable started moving again.
The soccer game was about to start, and the Metro stations were packed. Every time we had to make a combination, flocks of fans would ran to be the first in line to take the next train. The lines were long, so in San Agustin we walked out of the Metro System and called for an Uber. 
Back at my quarters, we took a shower, smoke one of my “apanados”, and started to make up. We ended having a four hours sex session. I skip the details because this is not paid sex and remain private. The only thing I am going to share is … I FORGOT AGAIN TO BUY LUBE!!!!! Damn
The Costeño left about 9pm. I was of course drained, hungry, and did not make it to the bars or to Fercho. I did not even step out for diner. Instead, I call Rappi and order another popular paisa dish: salchipapas:
he meats were better than in my early Bandeja Paisa, and I was stoned and hungry, so I enjoyed this monumental piece of trash food, a lot. However, it is not something to eat very often, as it is very greasy and unhealthy.
Before going to sleep, I confirmed my appointments with Randy (he is coming over in a few hours) and Max (tomorrow), and for the first time since I arrived I was snoring at 10:30.
When I got up today at 7, I found a message from the Venezuelan baker. We did not coincide last night. On day 3 of my trip, I still have nothing to report on escorts (only plans). I had sex with a Venezuelan and with a Costeño, I made up with a Montañero, I am still waiting for the first Paisa who will jump to my bed. I think Randy Junior is a Paisa, so the first one will not be for free.
I am loving Medellin. Thank you so much to the friends giving me tips and recommendations through PM. There are too many things to do, and I do not want to be stressed about doing things. I will take as much advantage as possible from your advise, but right now it looks like I will be back, definitively. 
On Wednesday I may have another guy I met in Grindr taking me around. We have been talking about walking Centro Prado, and also going to the montes to enjoy the city view. Let’s see. On Thursday, Semana Santa starts and the city may be left deserted, I am told, as a lot of people go out to suburban and exurban fincas. 
See you tomorrow.
 

Today is my first day of getting up feeling rested and reenergized. Two nights in a raw sleeping more than 7 hours have made their work. I just finished reading the news and drinking my home made coffee before sitting down to write my daily entry to this travel log.
Before saying anything else, I want to report that I bought lube. This is one of the particularities here that I forgot to report. Full size pharmacies in Medellin are a rare species. What you have is many small stores, as little and as abundant as “kioskos” in Buenos Aires. The one around my corner did not have a full bottle (good! I do not think I could pass one through the airport security check), so I bought a bunch of little packets. 
Another reason feel rested today is that yesterday I stayed in my base the whole day, doing some online work and just chilling. Therefore, I do not really have much to report today. One thing that I did and allowed me to take a breath was shutting down Grindr and Scruff in the evening.
At noon I met Randy Junior, I guess you have already read my report in the blog. We tried to fuck but my boner was slacking. I shared before that I am in a transition in my aging process, where I may need to re examine my sexual habits. I do not have the same stamina I used to. Just a beautiful man is not anymore the only condition to function, now the connection is more important than the looks. This is not something I am finding out now in Medellin, but something that has been going on for about one year now. I also noticed it in my last trip to Argentina. Randy is beautiful, but our connection was not enough motivation.
My review is honest, so I will not repeat myself here. Once we finished the interview and he left, I kept working for a while before lighting up an apanado and relaxing. I talked to Max Avila, who confirmed me he is not escorting, but who is a much more interesting character than Randy. You will see when I publish it that Randy’s answers to my questions are quite conventional and safe, I could tell he was delivering talking points. I expect more from Max, who strikes me as smarter and more idiosyncratic. He is organizing sex parties and is taking a leadership position in the local adult entertainment industry. I am meeting him this afternoon, and have a lot of expectations on what my network could gain if we click and I can develop a partnership with him in Medellin, similar to the partnership I developed with Rhyheim in the USA and Brazil markets.
I also talked to Fercho. I have an appointment for this evening, with a guy called “Mafioso” in his Bilatinmen scenes. I also asked Fercho whether he was interested in an interview and being featured in the blog, he responded that we would talk this evening at Bliss. I could have ordered Mafioso to be delivered at my nest, but wanted to check the hotel to report how the service is over there.
I also contacted the owner of El Sillon Rojo. Sex parties have never been my thing, and that is not going to change now. However, I understand the guy has an extensive network amongst local porn creators and sex workers, and would also love to cultivate a partnership with him. They modified their themed parties agenda because of Semana Santa, and tonight is the Bears event, which is the best fit for me. However, I do not think I will be in the mood to attend the event after fucking at the Bliss Hotel.
Last evening, before I turned them off, the hook up apps were driving me crazy, out of temptation. It is amazing the number of attractive young men into older guys, without any transactions. Unfortunately, I have been studying the series of homicides of gay men in the city (6 so far, the last one about 2 weeks ago), and the modus operandi is concerning. For instance, one of the things that usually would make me feel safe is when the guys are not insistent. Well, apparently the 6 cases looked like regular hook ups, the killer/s did not harass their victims at all. The victims were all single men living alone or who met in an hotel, and they all were tortured and murdered before being robbed. I learned a Spanish word that I had never seen before: sevicia. You can look for it. Initially, the killers’ cruelty (so far there are two suspects detained, but 4 murderers are still unresolved) made the police detectives think of homophobic serial killers, but now they think they are dealing with homosexual homicides who know when the victim is in his most vulnerable moment to kill him. 
So I am not at ease with online hookups, and I will focus on the contacts I had made a long time ago, and kept during the preparations. Guys like the montanero, the costeño, and a guy I am meeting tomorrow. Hooks ups like the Venezuelan bakers are not going to happen again (I think, I am a slut with a very weak self control), at least my focus will not be that kind of hook up. If I had a room mate with me, it would be completely different. In that case, it would be safe to bring guys to my place, at least I would feel safer than even going to an hotel with them. Several victims were murdered in hotels. 
I do not like Viagra because I get red like a tomato, but I guess I will take one to go to the Bliss today. I can waste a meeting for free, but I would hate to pay and not being able to perform as I like to.
And now, I go for one of my walks before coming back to wait for Max. Today I want to take a closer look to “la 70”. Hugs.

I returned from my walk, and before doing some work I want to update this log. 
When I walked out this morning, I felt a wave of happiness. Temperature was nice, and even with a little bit of sun, I was comfortable walking around. It would not last, by 11 it was not nice anymore. It is not the heat, the thermometer rarely goes above 27C, it is the humidity.
Anyways, I enjoyed walking around Carrera 70 and the less gentrified areas of Laureles. Bars, discotecas, and restaurants still have a very strong local flavor that  I am afraid will be lost if the city keeps growing for foreigners.  


Hopefully, Colombia (or at least Medellin) will find inspiration in countries like Mexico, rather than Argentina, and cultivate a strong national culture and identity. I would be sad if all this beauty is lost, as it is already vanishing closer to Parque Laureles. 
Everything looked much quieter than my previous visit right before a soccer game. Many of the businesses probably open after noon and they were closed. There were plenty of room in all restaurants to sit and eat, unlike last Sunday.
By 11 am I started to head back home as it was getting too hot for me. In my way back, I found what I was looking for, a few blocks away from my home. I will not need to walk further to eat in places like this:

They offer a traditional dish no one mentioned before: arroz paisa. I had actually discovered the dish in La 70, but the restaurant above is just two blocks away from my nest. 
Even better, I checked the bakery where my Venezuelan hook up works. I misunderstood when he told me he works midnight to 8. I assumed it was a bakery like the ones I know from Argentina. It is not. Besides bread and pastries, it is also a fast food restaurant open 24 hours, every day. He must work behind the counter and take breaks when there are not many customers. The place is perfect for my quest for local comfort food. Instead of Rappi, I will start going there to treat my munchies attacks. And perhaps kidnapping a server.
I love how all the boys call me “mi rey”. 
When strolling, I noticed a difference between street vendors here and in other places I visited. My experience has most times been one of harassment and tireless insistence despite my rejection. Here they only make an offer once and if you say no, they quickly move on.
Only once I lived an uncomfortable moment, not with a street vendor but with a beggar, that I forgot to report.
Last Sunday, when we were eating our bandejas paisas with the costeño, a man started to knee to beg for money to everyone eating in a table. When he got to ours, he even grabbed my arm and rested his head on my shoulder while begging for money. It was sad and heartbreaking. 
Sunday was also the day when I had a closer look to local poverty. When in the Metro that runs parallel to the Medellin River, I saw whole neighborhoods built by piles of trash and litter. Even the birds in that area seemed sick and dirty. The Municipality needs to work harder on decontaminating that river and cleaning up trash and littering.
When we passed over the popular comunas in Metro Cable, the work on infrastructure was noticeable. You cannot see the same closer to the river.
And bye, I have to get ready for Max.

You obviously haven't had as much sex as I have😒

I'm a Gen X guy and recently experienced a a dark period in my life in regards to several factors. I knew that I wanted to make a couple of new friends. I'm mostly interested in having a relationship, but one step at a time. Working out and eating a better diet really helped me to feel more confident and it overlapped with improving some other areas in my life. Change sometimes comes very slow, but you have to be committed to improving yourself and learning to ignore what brings you down. Learn from your f**k ups and don't allow setbacks to sabotage any positive thinking and changes. Be patient and be learn to tolerate being uncomfortable and awkward at times
Just wanted to add that I agree with others to see a therapist if you need to. Too many people avoid seeking help for their mental health concerns. I found therapy to be extremely helpful when I found the right therapist for me. I know it's not always that easy

I really like getting head more than giving it, but guess I would still consider myself versatile.
It totally depends on the individual I'm with

I really like getting head more than giving it, but guess I would still consider myself versatile.
It totally depends on the individual I'm with

Thanks for info!

No joke last week I received the best rimming of my life from a Venezuelan guy. I brought him back to my place after meeting him at a bar.
This guy had me yelling because he was doing it so intensely and deep.💯  On top of that I only been rimmed a few times prior to this experience. 

I'm a Gen X guy and recently experienced a a dark period in my life in regards to several factors. I knew that I wanted to make a couple of new friends. I'm mostly interested in having a relationship, but one step at a time. Working out and eating a better diet really helped me to feel more confident and it overlapped with improving some other areas in my life. Change sometimes comes very slow, but you have to be committed to improving yourself and learning to ignore what brings you down. Learn from your f**k ups and don't allow setbacks to sabotage any positive thinking and changes. Be patient and be learn to tolerate being uncomfortable and awkward at times
Just wanted to add that I agree with others to see a therapist if you need to. Too many people avoid seeking help for their mental health concerns. I found therapy to be extremely helpful when I found the right therapist for me. I know it's not always that easy

One more thing.
There is discussion in some of the above posts about a hotel called Scheuble.  
I have stayed there many times.  
The hotel is very close to Paragonya.  I walk fast,  It takes me less than three minutes to walk to the Paragonya entrance door from Hotel Scheuble.  
The neighborhood where Paragonya and Scheuble is located is in the older part of Zurich (called "Old Town") but in the case of Zurich, older does not mean anything negative.  The area is safe and there are lots of excellent restaurants in the area. 
Several years ago there used to be a well known gay bar near Paragonya called Carousel.  Often, after Paragonya closed or if Paragonya was not busy, clients and providers went to the bar Carousel.  The place was unique and had more handsome hustlers than you could count. 
Unfortunately, on numerous occasions a gang of straight guys from another country pretended to be hustlers and robbed several of the Carousel patrons that frequented the bar and Paragonya.   Business at Paragonya and at Carousel plummeted as a result of the robberies of clients.   But, all is safe now.  
The bar Carousel no longer exists even though you will find reviews about the bar on some search sites. 
The bad guys are apparently gone or are trained how to behave when visiting Zurich. 
Please excuse the long history lesson about the Carousel bar.   I have fond memories of the place.  
Have a grand time in Zurich in September.
I will be going to Zurich in May.  I will write a report about my upcoming experiences which I hope will be great.   
 
 

The one-off single entry to the Activ Fitness chain gyms is 29 francs. There is a really nice one at Bellevue station, a major tram junction, with a panoramic view of the top of the lake from the training room. 
I will complete my Paragonya review following this weekend as I attended last weekend and wish to defer impressions based on only those 3 visits. I have held off weekday attendance and perhaps a new crop will materialize. I filled the gap with worthwhile excursions to St Gallen, Basel, and Lucerne. 

Some of these are pretty hot even though I usually like viewing the younger guy bottoming

I'm a Gen X guy and recently experienced a a dark period in my life in regards to several factors. I knew that I wanted to make a couple of new friends. I'm mostly interested in having a relationship, but one step at a time. Working out and eating a better diet really helped me to feel more confident and it overlapped with improving some other areas in my life. Change sometimes comes very slow, but you have to be committed to improving yourself and learning to ignore what brings you down. Learn from your f**k ups and don't allow setbacks to sabotage any positive thinking and changes. Be patient and be learn to tolerate being uncomfortable and awkward at times
Just wanted to add that I agree with others to see a therapist if you need to. Too many people avoid seeking help for their mental health concerns. I found therapy to be extremely helpful when I found the right therapist for me. I know it's not always that easy

^^ Very fortunate to be able to visit there! Enjoy!!