José Soplanucas

30K each way coach? May I ask what Airline is that?

If you stop by DC hit me up! If I remembered well, I have credits for several drinks and meals from you! 💖

And...? So they are starting to fly. And I do not believe you know. Your first post shows the same disregard for the rest of the world that you are showing now for the minority of posters who are not from USA/Europe.

I have no idea. I have never seen it, I am afraid something is being lost in the translation here. The profiles I am reading are in Spanish. Gracias!

You may be surprised to learn, but Europe and the US are not the entire world.

You have a lot of juicy info about the DR in gayguides.

Some of us are already traveling, but many are waiting for all restrictions to be lifted before packing. If you are the latter, which one will be your first International post pandemic destination? I am aware that we mostly think of cities rather than countries, but the list would have been too long. Wanna take a vote?

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:

Here you have the full review of my favorite finding in Buenos Aires, so far.

Pass me the link. I do not know who you are. If you have a Youtube channel, you should share.

Perhaps I was too stoned when I posted? The link is wrong. This is actually my review of the show.

Hey @RadioRob! I tried to open a poll in the lounge and the option did not show up for me when I clicked on start a new topic. So I came in here to ask why we do not have polls. However, when I opened this topic, I see the tag for the poll. So my question is why we do not have that feature in the Lounge? Am I stupid and there is something obvious I am not seeing, as this Argentine weed is dynamite? Gracias!

I threw the idea but do not have the time or the talent to work on such a project. We need someone witty, creative, and funny, with disposable time for this unnecessary but entertaining project. Meanwhile, I will try to forget that I am a grand master and not a mother queen.

I had not seen this announcement! In another thread, I said Can we edit the Ranks? For instance, Virgin instead of Newbie; Slut Mother Queen instead of Grand Master, and so on in between?

So this morning I woke up to see a crown on my badge! I inferred I was now a Queen! And thought: However, when I placed the cursor on my adorable Crown, I read "Grand Master". I think it would be fun to devote some time to rename the ranks with a Queer Slutish inspiration.

Uh... in my case that would be imagination over reaching. LOL It was actually funny to be bombed with all those badges like when I was giving my first steps.

I was a newbie again! What a tragedy

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 couple 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.

Here you will find the report on the second taxi boy I tried in Buenos Aires, another Venezuelan improving the local offer.

Happy birthday, compañero Joe! By te way, do you know Mafalda, by Quino? I think you would love it.

Too much drama for nothing. Talking about stereotyping, who said that most gays have mannerisms associated with femininity? That is an old prejudice, from the old times when the only visible homosexuals were the ones fitting the mainstream stereotype. Nowadays we should know better. But then, again, perhaps they are correct if you think of the difference between "gay" and "homosexual".

This passed week has been cold for this time of the year. I should not be discouraged by these temperatures but I got infected by the locals and almost did not go out. I kept checking stuff out of my To Eat List, though. Of course, I already had my first breakfast with facturas argentinas. However, rather than purchased food, I am orgasming at my mother's cooking. One of my favorite flavors in the Milky Way, my mami's lentils stew: But I am not eating with her everyday, and so I am trying treats everywhere and checking them out of my list. Alfajores de maicena Pizza argentina. What you see is from Romario, a popular and traditional pizzería. At the bottom you have fugazzeta rellena, in the middle a mozzarella a la napolitana pizza, and on top two slices of fainá. Not everything is from my To Eat List, sometimes I take other things. I forgot to take pictures, so this one is from the web, but I tried a delicious pamplona de cerdo in a Parrilla Uruguaya two blocks away from my place: Certainly, this week I felt like my pants are shrinking. Hopefully this coming week I will walk moren as the weather forecasting is promising. Fortunately or unfortunately, all my friends are very cautious and only want to meet outdoors. So I have been meeting indoors with new friends. (you can find the missing section in gayguides.com or in the Club Argentina) Today I did take a walk back in my old neighborhood. After it, I love even more Palermo. But these are a few pictures of Recoleta nowadays at noon on a Sunday.

My full report with my first local escort. There is additional information (like pricing) in the Club Argentina.

Yep, the zoo is gone and the non autochthonous animals still alive and not transferred will not be replaced once they die. No lions or any great felines, no bears, the only African animals I saw were an old and lonely elephant and an old and lonely camel. The new park is really peaceful and beautiful, right in the middle of the city.

Many Argentines feel like everything good in their lives is owed to Peronism. From the times of Evita & Perón, when a day is sunny nd beautiful, it is a Peronist day. Well, this has been a Peronist weekend. Spring like temperatures and the announcements of downgrading restrictions in the city got Porteños in the street. I joined them, and yesterday met with a friend nearby my base. I walked from my Airbnb to Plaza Italia. In my way, I enjoyed once again my neighborhood. This single block is representative of many others. In a few meters you can appreciate examples of buildings built along more than 100 years. And next to these typical landscape, you have a nuclear bomb that ruins everything. I am sure the view from these towers is amazing, but they completely fucked up the skyline and the nearby family houses' privacy. I wonder how much money those developers paid in bribes to get approved a construction permit breaking the standards for the area. In my way to Plaza Italia, I walked through another development from after my departure. They recycled the areas under and around train bridges. The one near my place is an open outlet shopping mall of local and International first brands. People were standing up in long lines waiting to enter the stores, as there is a limit set per squared meter. As most shopping malls, this one is forgettable, but I thought you may be curious about American burgers prices. This is a Wendy's display. 319= U$S 3.28/2.05; 359 = U$S 3.69/2.31. If you compare these junk food prices to what you have to pay for a prime steak (remember? I am paying 420), these are very expensive. However, in Argentina, fast food crap like Wendy's, McD, and BK, are the choice for the middle class. Just another example of Argentinean middle class' "tilinguería" (a localism for "snobbism" carrying all the cultural nuances that its standard universal synonym lacks of), famous all over the subcontinent. I met my friend at the Ecopark. I absolutely loved walking those trails I had walked so many times as a child, when the Zoo was up and running. The buildings are from Buenos Aires' golden age, when Argentina was still dreaming of becoming an International power. They are just beautiful, with many statues, fountains, and just all kind od constructions with high artistic value. The designers of some landscapes show great sophistication, the apparent intention is to show nature taking over the old buildings, as in a post apocalyptic narrative. Additionally, all the vegetation is local species. Most of the buildings that used to contain wild animals in captivity are now empty. Others have been refurnished. I still remember from 3 decades ago how this used to be a series of small cages with exotic tropical birds: Most animals have been sent to reserves, but a few still remain as they are too old, or sick to be translated. I saw an old poor elephant alone and away from the open to public areas. Other animals will probably become permanent habitants of a quite open space, in the middle of Buenos Aires. After te Ecopark, we walked towards Recoleta. This is all the fancier are of Palermo. We walked through the zone we mentioned before, Palermo Chico, where many local Plutocrats and diplomatics live. Right there, we have the embassy of a favorite American country. I ended the day exhausted after walking about 7 km, and went back home with the intention to write this report. But Grindr came in the middle of my task, and instead I ended inviting a local who made a party with my dick. I need to close Grindr or I will never hire again. To celebrate a good fuck, I ordered authentic Argentina empanadas. Another item checked out of my To Eat List. Today Sunday it was family time. First, I had to stop by the pharmacy to get more anti acids and more lube. Then, my mami was waiting for me with mbaipu. Originally the dish is from Paraguay, but we do the version popular in Corrientes. Another check out of my To Eat List. After spending some hours with family I took advantage of being back to Recoleta, and ran up to the artisans fair to buy a water pipe. And now I am here trying to make a decision. Grindr? A contract? Resting?