The Sports Bar

The Sports Bar closed it's doors for good on Sunday night. Before it closed, David threw one hell of a party on Saturday night. Richard and I stopped by to give him our best wishes. The place was packed and all seem to have a great time. Anthony called me earlier in the day to make sure I was coming to the party. He said if I didn't show up I was going to get stabbed, so I made sure my face was in the place.

I'm sad to see the Sports Bar close. David was one of the first people Scotch and I met when we opened the hotel. He always had good advice and a gentle spirit. I wish him well, as he moves to a new phase in his life. If you would like to read his official goodbye, check out http://thesportsbar.blogspot.com/.

This summer has not been kind to the gay businesses. The weather has been icky and tourism has been very slow. Scotch tells me that July/August reservations have been really slow, but they pick up in September. JDs is packed on Friday and Saturday nights, but very slow the rest of the week. Bar Friends has been doing good business the last 2 to 3 months, I hope that will continue. The new club, Rouge opens this Saturday. So on some level things are picking up, but overall the market has been very weak this year.

Again, I wish David the best. David thanks for all of your good advice, your generous nature, and those cold vodlka gimlets! CHEERS!

That's Life

I was singing this song in the shower this morning. I thought I would post it because it's just how I'm feeling right now. Frank Sinatra always sets me at ease.

That's life, that's what people say.
You're riding' high in April,
Shot down in May.
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top in June.

That's life, funny as it seems.
Some people get their kicks,
Steppin' on dreams;
But I don't let it get me down,
'Cause this ol' word keeps getting around.

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.

That's life, I can't deny it,
I thought of quitting,
But my heart just won't buy it.
If I didn't think it was worth a try,
I'd roll myself up in a big ball and die.

You Can't Win the Lottery, If You Don't Buy a Ticket

Hey Kids,

I didn't make it to the track meet last week. I had to many errands and the weather was crazy. The gang and I did go out last Saturday night. We were headed to Leon's club, but the 200 pesos to get in was not the answer. Moreover, Shaniqua did not want to leave her car in that area. So we threw caution to the wind and headed to the lesbian bar, Amazonia. What a refreshing change! Their were straight couples, gay boys and their friends, lesbians of course and all had a great time. It was nice to be in comfortable atmosphere where you could be yourself. Their was not any attitude, no crowds and no rent boys. The show started on time at 2:00, and it was fabulous. Three performers did two songs each, they were awesome. Special kudos tothe performer who did two Beyonce songs. She rocked the house.

On Sunday we were headed to some waterfalls in the northeast section of the country, the weather prevented that. So we headed for Bayaguana, a small river town about 2 hours away form Santo Domingo. Once we arrived, the skies opened again and the river became very intense rapids. We chilled under the large covering where lots of beer was being consumed and everyone was dancing. The place was packed for such bad weather. As we were hanging out checking out the crowd. A group of guys decided to have a big dick contest down on the rocks by the river. Of course once I saw the first dick, further investigation was needed. About 6 six guys gathered to show off what God gave them. Now this was is plain view of everyone near the river. I believe gallons of Brugal was the fuel for this spectacle. Once the Hatian guy pulled out his dick, the contest was over. No lie, from my guestimation from about 10 feet away, I was looking at 13 to 14 inches and it was as thick as the trunk on a baby elephant. I almost fainted. After that show the crowd broke up.

Back on top of the hill, by the bar something curious happened. I noticed 3 couples dancing very close. You say what's so special about that. Well, they were all women. I'm not talking about middle school dancing. These girls were grinding like a Madonna video. I mean kisses on the neck, grouping of the breasts. it was great. I really could not believe it and no one seemed to care. People were drinking and eating and minded their own business. What really made this odd was the whole time I was observing this, Richard had been holding my hand and stroking my leg in plain view of everyone. Was this a very tolerant crowd? Were people just that drunk? I don't know, but I know I will be returning to the river for some fun on a sunny day.

I thought my time in DR was coming to a close and I was headed back to New York, but things change. I have taken a job with a marketing firm here and will be here for a while. New York called, but I was not ready to go back just yet. I have some unfinished business and some new opportunities here in the DR. I love telling you of my adventures and people I have met on my journey around the island. I appreciate all of your comments. The pic is my friend Leo from New York, what a hottie.

Felix Sanchez

News and Notes

Well let's see.....

I had a blast at David Lee's July 4th Cookout. Lot's of folks in town for the holiday, we had a blast. I didn't take my camera, but Anthony was there. You can see the pics on monaga.com. I did snag a pic of Ramon, Richard and I at the bar. The rain can off and on and Iwe left before the fireworks, i think. I had a few to many cocktails, damn that Anthony!

Today is Richard's birthday. He is working in Monte Cristi today. I have planned a very special celebration tonight. No pictures!

Their is a big track meet this weekend at the Olympic Stadium. The meet features athletes from Cuba, PR, DR and the US. This is going to be a great event. I love sprinters, those shapely, muscular legs drive me wild. I am very interested in meeting Felix Sanchez. He won the gold medal in the 400 meters hurdles at the Athens Olympics. He is from the DR and is a hottie. I have heard that of all athletes track athletes are the gayest, behind figure skaters of course. I will be taking the camera. I used to run track in high school and love the sport. I would love to find a track club here in the DR. My events were the 100 and 200 meters.

If you like gay erotica, please check out my friends blog about his sexcapades in the DR. The stories are in Spanish, but find a translator online and read these stories. They are very hot. The pictures are also amazing. The site is http://relatosgdominicanos.blogspot.com/
You will not be disappointed.

From Top to Bottom

I hope this topic will not turn people off because it turns me on. What makes a person a top or a bottom? This came up yesterday morning at brunch. Someone asked the waiter, if he was a top or a bottom, and he said it depends on who was asking. All of this conversation was in Spanish, Shaniqua translated for me. That exchange got us to talking about preference. Some people thought top/bottom came from your first experience. I remember my first expressed, and I know that is not true.

After some thought and some calls to friends in New York, I am even more confused. My New York friends liken begin versatile to being bisexual, it can't happen. They believe you are one or the other. I don't think that is true either. I have enjoyed both experiences, with equal pleasure. I looked through some old files and found a piece I wrote last year. I think it is perfect for this topic. Give me your opinion. The picture is my bum on the beach in Costa Rica.

On the Bottom

I need to feel you inside of me.

I need to feel your hard manhood probing my insides.

I need to move to the rhythm that is US.

I need to feel my muscles tighten around you as we move to the beat, the pulsating beat, of you, of me, of us doing it.

I need to look up at you, as you fuck me, as this is what we are doing…FUCKING.

Long, hard thrusts, as you enter me.

I see the sweat glisten on your forehead, I smell the sweat on your chest, I feel the sweat that covers you.

I see you lick your lips, as you wink at me and smile. You come closer to me and we are face to face, and we kiss.

While you are penetrating me with your hardness you kiss me and I am totally in ecstasy. I love the way you taste, like a chocolate dream

As I move my hands across your back and pull you closer using my legs, I feel you thrusting harder and harder, which lets me know my MAN, my boo, is about to UNLOAD.

You buck and dig deeper into my love canal and you start moaning and I look into your eyes, your beautiful eyes, and you release.

You kiss and hold me.

You then put your head next to my face and whisper, “all that I am, is because of you,.”

“I love you, papi,” I say.