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Here in Buenos Aires, people begin to stream in at about 2 to 3 AM and gets saturated by 5AM> I did not believe my friends and went to this incredible disco at 130 AM, and the re were about 20 people on a disco the size of a football field, constantly bathed I iridescent blue light. 130AM is like the crack of dawn for party time. Most of the crown looked like they came in with fake ids, young virile kids, about 6 feet tall, and a body to mach, and they don’t have bunny gym bodies. I almost seem like here is genetic manipulation. Even guys in their late 50’ are dam sexy looking. By law, all he discos come with a security force that rivals a US presidential visit. Metal detectors, an you get padded down by these 6 feet tall security guys. Drugs abound, and a gram of 90% snow-white cost 60 pesos, 15 dollars. They are no overt, but really distracting, hot eye candy, I am sure not by chance. The music is constant and by 4 AM you can hardly walk in this two level massive disco. There is an area that with soft leather sofas and chairs behind a dark curtain. I though it was additional seating when they have big production shows, until my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and heard, and saw what used to be called dark rooms in the US, and security monitors the activity, make sure it does not get porno-graphic, but allow erotic voyeurism in this area. And no one blinks twice. These Argentinean have the stamina of a prized stallion, and have no hang/ups whatsoever. No attitudes, no walking around being coy, if they like you know it when the feel a hand pressing against your crotch. By 5AM they are go to other clubs open ever till med morning Must be something I the water, I ‘am drinking a lot of it.

The place is reminisce of the extinct electric, refined, Key West Guest House from the 80´s, where clothing is not was not an option. I was expecting your basic B&B rooms and service. What I discovered is a place that feels like an elegant house you´ve been invited to by a family; and not detail is overlooked. Single room have large double white door with thick cut glass patterns. These huge doors open up into old charm class; an inviting and cozy environment. Old wood floors, and not just a formica closet. You get a large antique cedar wood closet, brass inserts, and enough room to store all the clothing I could pack for this trip, add 10 feet high ceilings, air/heat exchange unit, a desk with 3G wireless access. The bathroom; immaculate. Antique fixtures, huge tub, granite counters, and hidden a sink, and real ho, hot water. By the way this is the bargain basement $45.00 day rooms. The beds are queen size, of course, and real plush mattresses. After unpacking, and taking a real hot shower all you want to do is grab a warm plush blanket, and lock the doors. Breakfast is great; the bet cortadito this side of Miami, and the staff will entertain any whim with no fuss whatsoever. There is a large living room area tastefully furnished, dinner tables, and geometric inlaid wood floors. I am so impressed I prepaid two months ahead. You feel like home, you can cook in the kitchen, and no attitudes from any drama queens I´ve endured in the "trendy Gay hotels". The location is perfect, Palermo SOHO, Hollywood, both considered the trendiest area in Buenos Aires, and as you walk thru the high-end stores and restaurants you can see that they ain't braggin' baby. There are plenty of ultra chick gay disco, bards, and restaurants within walking distance.

I booked for 5 days a canceled after 2 days. I am not sure what ever happened to the eclectic, no drama gay resorts, and gay bed and breakfast I used to love in Key West; back in the Ming Dynasty. Here, everyone is Jockeying for Position to be notice, either thru great genetics (A body to die for) or being truly obnoxious (Cha Cha Queens). Verbal communication is at a minimal, unless your swimming truck make you look like you're handicapped, and walk on three legs. Otherwise, no social skill to speak off. Most of the guest I was able to engage in rudimentary social conversation seems to have little respect for anything or anyone, and no manners to speak off. That’s just the pool area; the dining room does not improve. God forbid you wear something nice to dinner, and get complimented by another guest on your outfit before they do. I saw a couple literally cancel dinner, leave the dining room only to return half-hour latter wearing outfits that looked like the new line of “road-kill” by Gautier. Everyone were "staring" at the outfits, they seemed happy, and I just had to stop over and compliment them. Next day I checked out for a non-gay accommodation, and was happy ever after.

I visited the disco two days after recuperating from the Area Disco encounter. I managed to obtained a couple of handmade British “cigarettes”; those things can be addictive. At the entrance one of the owners came out, and started searching me, like looking for contraband. They started to look at me like I was his playmate for the night. He asked to participate in a strip contest to be held at around 11:00PM. I told her I was flattered, but I was shy and never taken my clothes in front of a crowd much less perform, she was so persistent, and I was either intrigued at the prospect, or somehow becoming sleazy. Whatever, I am on vacation, they will never seem me again, and I can show off the family jewels. I agreed and prepared for two hours. I was in a room with 8 other guys, but these kids, young and attractive, when undressed were pale and not in the best physical shape. Exercise is a trend that has not caught up in Europe for the masses. I went on stage mimicking the lap dancers from the US, and when everything came off I was a bit aroused; got extra points, and the 100 pounds price, and after the show met a lot of new people, and the hunky guy who frisked at the door invited me for a couple of drinks. I did become his playmate of the night; no regrets there.

The place looks like it was closed a while back. The windows are covered and there only the sign. I am not sure if they are opened at different intervals during the year

I was passing by with my gay map and saw the name referenced on the brochure. I could not believe the size of the place. Like the size of a coffee shop with a small bar, two small couch and a few teeny bopper hanging around. Not the place to discuss Socrates philosophy. I am aware some of these London clubs have multiple levels, and asked the front door guy if they had additional floors, he said that there is only one. I thanked the man and continued my inventory of the gay bars.

On my way back to the hotel from boring Soho I saw these lights flickering on the trees and intrigued I asked the cab driver; a gay disco. I asked him to drop me off, and turned out to be the best bar. Disco i have visited to include Barcelona, Madrid, and London. The size of the place is astonishing compared to other bars/disco, and they have several areas of music with large dance floors, great bars, and staff, everyone seemed a bit to animated but that because the bar closes at around 12:00PM (Afternoon) These afterhours bars start opening around 3 to 4 AM and some close between 12:00PM to 2:00PM. Naively, I asked how someone can have the stamina to endure that amount of time without sleep. There is an underground of people to connect you with any dealer for any drug known to man. I was given as a sample a British hand-rolled cigarette that got it up and going for 4 hours. I had a few drinks and got really aroused, by luck there is a Chariots sauna right next door. The couple of cigarette i smoked, ans several drinks must have suspended my ethical protocols, and I was having a great time at the place. Later at around 7:00AM took a taxi back to the hotel. I got total satisfaction; would highly recommend the place if you are in the mood for a crazy night with people with no hang-ups, and if interested for a poke in the whiskers, by luck there is a sauna adjacent to the club to fulfill your primordial needs.

A local favorite local British bar located in the Shoho district. Older, reserved men; no hunks to speak of, and unless you have a grasp of different British accepts, you may not be able to maintain a coherent conversation. They bar is comprised of two floors with a minimal compliment of alcoholic beverages: No, Patron tequila, no Gray Goose, or Absolut vodka, no Bacardi 151%. Premium brands in Europe are what we get as well brands in the US. The only bright spot is across the street from was able to dine in Balans; excellent restaurant. From the restaurant you can see the place fill up to the point the crown spills outside the bar to fill the street; still no eye candy. Then suddenly at aground 11:00PM the crowd dissipates and the bar closes (11:00PM folks); Cinderella needs to go back home. Even on the weekends, and in the most popular areas of London the bars, restaurants are closed by 2:00AM. So is the subway system. I came out of a club thinking an evacuation order to leave the city was issued due to an impending nuclear attach, but no that London.

There are several Arena bars, and when you pay admission in one, you get stamped and don't have to pay if you visit the other Arena Disco/Bars permutations: Like Disney World. All the clubs decor seemed alike to me, only the group/age is the relative factor. The bars also carry a very limited variety of alcohol and cordials; compared to US bars. But I discovered that is accross the boad in Spain. In one Arena bar I asked for a chilled shot Patron Silver, and he looked at me totally clueless. It's tequila I said; their premium brand is only Cuervo Gold/Silver. On the next Arena bar I asked another bartender for Grey Goose on ice, and he said “this is a bar, not a restaurant”. He probably can't count his balls twice and get the same number. The I asked for an Absolut komakasi vodka drink. They don't know how to mix different alcohols, and forget asking for anything like a frozen tequila. You can see were I'm heading. After doing the rounds to the four “Unique” bars I left within an hour. The music is 90's and the percentage of people that smoke in the bars is roughly 90%. I was afraid a fire could develop if a drunk kid tossed a lighted cigarette in the wrong place, but after looking around to see what people were wearing to the disco I was relieved. If a fire started I would be protected by enough fire retardant polyester fabric being worn by the crown.

The name Atame invokes S&M fetishes ( TieMeUp). This is just a long narrow bar, quite dark. One side is the bar, the other stools to sit; that it!! The only interesting thing is as you approach the “Large” 10'x12' dance floor the floor slopes down while the bar remains the same height. You feel like you lost 4 inches in stature. A la Alice in Wonderland. Great if I was on Snoopy acid. A few people dancing. I left after one drink, and still find the name and the actual place totally incongruous.

our typical multitasking gay bar/disco/shows, and a large darkroom I discovered by accident. This place gets absolutely packed. The largest concentration of gays in a Barcelona disco. Unfortunately, there is a high percentage of individuals that are there looking for nave tourist. Some are straight men pissing as gay to lure to their apartment for a hot night, or sell drugs, or are in need of Euros and they can give you something valuable in return; it's in their apartment. You can have a great time, but I would strongly suggest to avoid hooking up with anyone here. On my way to the bathroom you enter a large dark room. To your right is the entrance to the bathroom, if you wander off in the room you will quickly discover hands taking inventory on your crotch; by mistake it happened to me. I left relatively early, the coat check line can be brutal during th late closing time.

The entire dining experience was surreal: Everything in the restaurant was perfect. From the table setting to the lighting effects. The menu, and wine list provided at the right time. The orders for our drinks, wine appetizers, and food were dispatched with military precision to appropriate venues. I was dining with my cousin and he made a comments on how the entire staff moved with the efficiency of a robotic automaton. The staff did not initiate any chit chat, nor the normal meaningless gesture of a simple social interaction with the customer. I though I was just because we were tourist, but the pattern permeated throughout the restaurant; and the noise level was so low you could probably hear a pin drop. My cousin said that we were inside a “Star Trek Holodeck.” However not in the "subjective mode", in which the user actively interacts with the program and its characters. Were were on the third-person "objective mode", in which he or she is "apart" from the actual running of the program and does not interact with it (all of the program's characters will ignore the user as if they were not there). The service was excellent, food great, but there was no soul. Like eating in a cafeteria; no charisma, nothing memorable to remember, except that were were glad to leave and were not assimilated by the “Borg”.

One of only two places that I enjoyed during a week stay in London. I went to just about every bar listed. I was told to dress well, Brits are a always well dressed. But all I saw people wearing was clothing that make shopping at K mart like you were at Neiman's. The economy is really bad there. Try to decipher the bus system or pay 50 pounds for a taxi; that's around 85 in US dollars. Will write a couple of additional reviews later. O yes, I did meet this really hunky Lad from Ireland in a gay bar, later he turned out to be a straight guy with no scruples that would f*(*&^ anything not bolted to the floor for 60 pounds. How lucky can I get!!

My last visit to a gay club in Florida was last Sunday at Sea Monster T-Dance Party. From what I can remember the T-dance I’ve been are outside, usually by a pool, enjoying the sunset, with a nice number of men dancing and cruising. Fire Island started the trend, and Key West made it a “Le Must” on Sundays; that was back when Key West was Gay, before the emperor, before the dark times. The 40 stories Hilton’s allowed unlimited amounts of the straight crowd to vacation like a herd of cattle, and in the process they stampeded into every iconic and eclectic “gay exclusive resorts”. The straight crown is gracious enough to allow us into the resorts now labeled “Gay Friendly”. Sorry got side tracked on the subject!! Sea monster’s T-dance looks like a mandatory, court ordered gay town meeting. The parking in the surrounding area can easily hold over 1,200 cars, and is not enough. The Place is huge, but by 8:30PM, you can hardly navigate around the place unless you can bend like rubber, or tight like a virgin. There is actually a line to the men’s bathroom; absurd. Are they now selling tampons inside? Men’s urinals seem passé, and there are two bathroom stalls, and as you exit the stall, there is an attendant that has enough cosmetics and perfume to give you a makeover before you finish zipping your pants up. On Friday nights they have Latin night and free well drinks until 11:00PM. I met over 8 guys playing pool, drinking a lot of free beer, and told me that they are straight, but “gay friendly”. Translation: I am an alcoholic, lost my job, and in survival mode. They don’t even tip the bartender; that’s how brazen they are. I left after 30 minutes, and yes the same shirtless bunny gym crowd (a/k/a Master’s of the Universe) still “Strike a Pose” and only hang with their own click; insecurity is a bitch to overcome, and let’s not forget the quasi-transvestites, and the cha-cha queens screaming for attention by jumping up into the ledges with enough Botox to paralyze lower Manhattan. To quote the reviews by Men in Films, a skid from Living Color (80’s sitcom): Hate It!! Next week I leave for Europe, first stop, my favorite place: Gayxample Barcelona district.

I drove to the Parliament House in my father's Mercedes S 63; wrong car to drive to this place. After parking and seeing the crowd heading for this old building one thought came to mind: White Gay Trash USA. People were asking for money, offering sex for money, people with the room doors open, inviting anything with a pulse to join them, selling any drug you want; and it all seemed normal to the establishment. I had read in school about this sub-culture, but never expected to actually experience it. I have never seen a group of people stuck in another quantum reality; and they do not look like happy folks. The area is really scary, run down, and drug dealers all over. In the bar a conversation quickly reveals these people barely can grasp grammar, and rudimentary social skills. Some have no manners to speak of, and very little in the way of pride, and hardly any respect for anybody or anything; they are obvious losers and it bugs them. But instead of submitting quietly to their collective fate, they have made it the basis of a full-time social vendetta. They don't expect to win anything, but on the other hand, they have nothing to lose. Left in 10 minutes, back to the world I know. Order room service, and went to sleep. We left next day back to Palm Beach., and experience I will never forget nor repeat this experience. Sayonara Orlando, NIKI

There are no Gay Man Only bars in Orlando. None that I could find. I stopped by Pulse Disco Bar about 11:00PM. I was told it was the hottest thing in town; obviously, these people do not travel often outside Orlando. I was driving my father Mercedes S 63 sedan and people in line at the club looked at me and the car like I was an alien in a UFO. The valet had and attitude when I refused valet. Documents from my dad were in the car and I could not allow someone to valet the car. After circling the area, and unable to find parking, I asked If I could park myself; yes, but if you keep the key it's $20; not a good start. Got out in expensive party clothes; the weather was like 30 degrees, and the crowd in line already snickering, and the loud mocking laughter. I sported Versace Leather pants, leather boots, a nice shirt, and a wild Claude Montana Leather coat. Made the line with the crowd, pay another $10 for a hottest bar. It is a joke; a bar for teenie boppers, segmented with drag shows, G0-GO dancers, to a raunchy dance floor, to another room bathed constantly in electric colors; with acid it may be a hit. These are mostly twinks; kids barely out of high school, hanging out with lesbians or fag-hags; difficult to tell. They pull up in bargain basement BMW (you know, the December to remember 3 series lease) like they own the world. The hang mostly with bleached blond hair girls, wearing teensy-weensy outfits, rhinestone earrings and dime-store barrettes, and tattoos, and piercing a la carte. Patron Tequila shots sets you back $15; maybe they think is the Breaker Lounge in Palm Beach. I purchased two more, but on a trip to the bathroom, the drinks were stolen. I asked the bartender if the server had removed them; no he said. I guess that is one way these kids can afford a drink in this place. After 30 minutes in the club, I bolted out, and visited Parliament House, an experience not to remember.

I was not aware of the area where this place is, and when I lower the window to inquire from a girl on the street I was quickly affronted by over 5 people trying to sell me crack, coke, ecstasy, and prostitution. I bolted out of there, went to Gloria's Bongos for a few Mojitos, and got directions to the place. I arrived, and was lucky to find a parking space with security. Same music playing on all Gays dance bars: They must burn the same music on Cd's and clone them and send them out across the US to all the clubs. After being made fun of from a bunch of Cubans on my Spanish accent, I decided to speak to them in proper English, and I have no accent when speaking English. As I feared they all speak rudimentary colloquial Spanglish (words that are in English forced to sound like Spanish), and you could scrape the floor from the heavy accent. After a while, bored actually, I drove to South Beach, not much fund there either. Whatever happened to the great clubs in Miami? It's like a ghost town for Gay life.

Most patrons are mature, but have a great attitude and sociable. You can actually carry a conversation for more than 5 minutes without them answering the cellular. Every bar you go I see a sea of people constantly attached to their cellular, receiving, sending, text messaging. I leave mine in the car when I out going to clubs. I can only imagine that this bunch of kids are doctors on emergency room calls, navy seals on a 24/7 call status, or secret agents receiving an urgent "encrypted" message that a Harrier Jet will soon land on the parking lot and whisked them away on another "Mission Impossible"

For a short period this after hours club had an eclectic group of people, and great music. Now is empty even on weekends. Lots of sleazy characters from the surrounding neighborhood; not a good one. If you drink, get a taxi, or bring a chauffeur, police presence is brutal during closing hours.

This place is not your legitimate leather bar from the 80's, where you usually had the scar to prove it. It's another toned down version, no leather slings, lot's of hot hunky men, and no questions asked. Outside the patio area you can find anything from men on a leather-string to another men being serviced while watching a video, and no one gives it a second though, some may wait in line depending of the guy's "assets".

Great vintage disco music, most people relaxed and enjoying. You may need to dodge a few no-shirt muscle bound gorillas in the mist.

This bar falls in line with the rest of the cookie cutter bars. Looks like something out of "Walt Disney" theme stores.

Good fresh food, specially the salmon, friendly staff, and customers.

Middle age, and twinks much into Cliques, lot's of "elective reconstructive surgery" around, everyone jocking for attention without reciprocating. Social interaction at a minimum. The only group I found friendly where guys on vacation, looking to get laid. Madonna must be a secret investor on this place, it should be renamed "Strike a Pose". Very little room to navigate, and you are bombarded everywhere with big flat screens; audio/visual overload.

The music is not consistent, some nights great, others dismal. The sound level is deafening, you need to go to the non-disco section if you want to retain your hearing. The crown is average, lot's of wannabes.