January 8th, 2018


The holidays are over and I didn’t hear Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas once:  I feel cheated and thankful.

Just got back from a couple of weeks in Mexico, meandering from Mexico City to Playa Del Carmen.  The highlight of PDC was finding a killer gym with cheapo day passes.  If you’re in the area, I highly recommend hitting Evolve:  Inexpensive, clean and well-stocked.  They’re also cool with working out shirtless.  Big plus in my book.  Reminded me a little of Old Town Fitness in Key West.  Better eye candy too, as most of the guys who work out there are the dancers from Coco Bongo.

I had been growing out my hair a bit, with it being long enough to pull into a small ponytail, but common sense prevailed and I had it buzzed off before heading to Mexico.  I’m now back to a proper barbered, cut-in side part.  It looks entirely more fitting.  Easy to maneuver.  No fuss.

When not traveling, I’ve been spending weekly time in the Dallas K-Spas, taking a couple of hours to soap, soak and relax.  The Korean spa subculture is a fascinating one and I highly recommend reading reviews online of the big ones in LA:  While it took me a couple of visits to separate wanting to fuck while being fully naked around strangers for long amounts of time, it’s now what I consider one of my favorite relaxing Dallas activities.  Every couple of weeks I schedule one of their body scrubs, wherein you’re put (naked) on a waterproof massage table in the middle of the men’s wet area and buffed down within an inch of your life.  It’s not what I would call a sexual experience, but if you’re an exhibitionist, it’s damn near impossible not to sport wood when another guy is scrubbing/shampooing your body.  You’re given a small modesty washcloth if you need it, but after awhile, you realize that nearly every guy getting this service gets boned up.  It’s just the way a body reacts.  No harm, no foul.

As for the scrub itself, it’s incredible.  You’re baby smooth when they’re done and it’s a little unsettling in realizing how much dead skin you hold onto.

Sure, there’s a contingent of cruise in the spa:  It’s not tough to see who’s gay and who’s not based on lingering eyes, but that’s about as far as it goes.  If you like showing off, this is definitely the place to do it.  I’ve had more than my share of fun taking slow, soapy showers in front of a couple dozen guys, all trying not to appear to stare but doing a really bad job at it.  I may have even purposely dropped the bar of soap a few times.

Getting ready to head back to Rio this February for Carnaval 2018.  Gone for about 10 days and staying on Ipanema.  I didn’t go last year, so I’m looking very much forward to seeing what’s changed, who’s around and hitting up some old haunts.  Parade tickets have changed a little this year with the addition of new seating, but I stuck to the Frisas (front box seating).  I found an agency who had row A stock and if you want to be in the thick of the parade while having a little spot to sit, you can’t get any closer.  These are what my father would call the ‘spit and sweat’ seats.


Big thanks to those who emailed with welcome-backs and suggestions for future writing.  I plan on taking everything into consideration and nothing is off the table in terms of what I cover.  It means a lot that many of you who would read the original 15MM are still here…  14 years later.




Jesus Christ, I feel old.







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