Feb

2

Carnival Calamity: South America’s Biggest Sex Palace Shutting Down?

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If anything can dampen the mood for sex tourists at Carnival, it’s this: Help Discoteca, Rio de Janeiro’s hooker central, has been targeted for extinction. This huge nightclub across the street from Copacabana Beach is a magnet for working girls and gringos. I’ve met some of the most extraordinary women there, including one who was “off the clock.” Like most of the girls at Help, Bettina was a prostitute. But she wasn’t working that night. Then why was she there, I wondered. Just because a sex professional’s off-duty, she reminded me, she still has certain “needs.” I’m sure any guy there would have volunteered to fill her needs, especially if they knew her price for that night: Zero. I guess my timing was right, though (not to mention the vagaries of “chemistry”), because much to my surprise, Bettina chose me.

We hit it off well enough that we started dating. It’s the only time I had a bonafide romance with a Brazilian prostitute without paying for the first encounter.

Asshole that I am, I fucked up a great relationship by standing Bettina up one night. By that time our relationship had become “normalized” to the point where we would have gone out for dinner/drinks, maybe a nice stroll around Copacabana, then return to my apartment for passionate — and here’s the key point – free sex. Instead I opted to blow her off to pay for sex with another girl I knew from Help. I called Bettina the next morning and tried to BS her that I’d gotten too drunk to make the date. But she knew I was full of shit. She told me never to call her again, that I was just going to keep hurting her. She was probably right, of course. One of the reasons I’d become such a dedicated sex tourist was my inability to sustain “normal” relationships. Not that I was really into cheating on my girlfriends. Just that once things settled into a reliable pattern, the original electricity was gone. Rio became a refuge — a never-ending parade of hot women available for sex at relatively bargain-basement prices. With so many to choose from, how could you ever get bored? The conundrum for me, though, is that I like the idea of romance, of building something substantial with a woman. And I don’t care if she’s a Harvard-educated doctor, or a Brazilian prostitute. As long as there’s chemistry.

But I digress. According to Brazzil Magazine, Rio’s governor has expropriated Help’s building and intends to use it for the city’s Museum of Image and Sound. This is a shattering development to those of us who consider Help one of those magical bridges between earth and Paradise.

Jan

26

Wet Dreams Come True at Real-Life Fantasy Island

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[This is the text--minus a few editorial changes in the magazine version--of my article in the March 2008 Hustler.]

Huster Magazine sex tourism

You’re sipping a martini at a tiki bar surrounded by palm trees, a blazing orange sun setting in the distance. A pair of stunning Latinas with nothing but towels around their waists are entertaining you. Their caramel-colored skin glistens and their nipples rub against you as they nibble on your ear and molest you through your bathing suit. You fucked one of these dark-haired temptresses last night, though all that free booze makes it hard to remember which one. No problem. You can refresh your memory an hour from now, when you’re fucking both of them. Read more

Jan

26

Sex Tourism: Everyone’s a Stud in Rio

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[Here's the text of an article I wrote for now-defunct Rockstar Magazine]

How would you like to be fucking girls as hot as the ones in this magazine? I’m not offering you a course in self-esteem or a bunch of “surefire” pick-up lines? My solution is more basic: Dive prick-first into the flesh markets of Rio de Janeiro.rio sex tourism article Read more

Jan

23

Gringos Gone Wild

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[This is the text -- minus a few editorial changes in the magazine version -- of my article on sex tourism in Costa Rica in the Summer 2007 issue of Karma Magazine. The published version's here.]

Costa Rica Sex Tourism article

“I’m not here for nature hikes or bird-watching,” says Jerry, a 27-year-old architect from Cleveland. “I’m here for one thing only—screwing.”

“Here” is San Jose. Not the one in California (coincidentally, the city where Karma Magazine has its headquarters and legendary Friday-afternoon orgies). But the capital of Costa Rica—one of Latin America’s most prosperous countries, and a place famed for its ecotourism. Costa Rica draws about a million visitors a year with its beaches, rain forest, volcanoes and diverse wildlife. The capital, though, is a hotbed for mankind’s favorite indoor activity; prostitution is legal, and despite its appeal to sex tourists, 70% of the clientele for prostitutes in Costa Rica are homegrown.
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Dec

20

No sightseeing. Just sex.

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Here’s the text of a piece I did for Britain’s Front Magazine. (The motherfuckers went bankrupt–hopefully my article wasn’t the reason–before they paid me for it.) A scan of the published version is here.

Some will rightly take me to task for not mentioning in the article that I’m a patron of Rio’s prostitutes. It was mainly to make the article more objective–in reality an impossible task–by keeping myself out of the story.

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Front Magazine Feature: Sex Tourism
Headline: “I HAVEN’T DONE ANY SIGHTSEEING. JUST FUCKING” …
You want a holiday full of sun, sea and sex? Or just the sex? Rio de Janeiro will give you whatever you want … For a price. Read more

Dec

17

How I Became “Addicted” to Brazil’s Sex Scene

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Until my first trip there in March 2003, I essentially had three images of Rio de Janeiro: Carnival debauchery, a huge statue of Christ, and pristine beaches whose names I didn’t know. Copacabana to me meant Barry Manilow. I knew the song “Girl from Ipanema,” but I didn’t know it referred to a beach in Rio. Half the time I’d confuse Rio with Buenos Aires.
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