Sotoculturismo – what is that?

BUENOS AIRES HAS THAT I DON'T KNOW THAT

 After being ejected from the magical but dry landscapes of Casablanca, our chronicler once again plunges into the honeys of Buenos Aires between events and rattles that promise abundant goodness in the most local of inventions: the collective.

This time it was not about any of the saunas in Buenos Aires that I am going to relax between steams and free drinks, nor the sauna in the gym where sometimes I only go to watch beauties in the collective shower. This is Sauna, an art magazine run by six athletic body and mind chocolates. The party, in This is not a gallery, was for the magazine's number 12, this number more gay than ever, with many interesting notes, including a short story by Dani Umpi, an interview with Bruce La Bruce, an interview by my neighbor (who seems to have left the leathers and dresses like Father Farinello) to the directors, portrayed in a wipe by Gustavo di Mario in a heart-stopping photographic production. The hosts welcomed me cordially in sanguchito or, rather, in a six-story hamburger, like those that I usually gobble up when I am melancholic in a Burguer of Corrientes. One chuik to each and I plunged into the crowd, first for the wine and then to say hello.

There were so many people that it was impossible to get to the warehouse where they were projecting LA Zombie, by Bruce LaBruce, without being manoseadx. I got excited, so much so that I did not care about the gore scenes and I kept burning in rapid combustion: the zombie, played by the porn actor François Sagat, had a hooked limb with which he penetrated with bullet and / or knife injuries to beautiful boys dying that, thanks to their very long bloody ejaculation, revived.

As I left the barn, horny as I was, I fell on a very sexy gringo whose wheelchair blocked the exit. As a result of my vibrating glutes, without having time to introduce myself, I shot out to where my friend Josefa was. "Who is that boy?" I asked him. "He is a friend of the guys from Sauna, the friend of Bruce LaBruce who made them the contact for the interview and, in addition," he exaggerated, "owner of the Manhunt and Gaydar dating sites." More than a wheelchair, his seat looked like a king's throne, to which a row of young people looking for a job opportunity bowed and presented a personal card. "How old! Not that we were in Japan! ”, I said to another friend to whom I got pulled by the nose by the thread of marijuana smoke. The place was full of plastic artists, photographers, actresses, screenwriters and film directors, mostly from the Gltttbi community. The dough was getting more compact and I left the expelled place. I was lost in the heart of Palermo Hollywood, where I never found myself. By miracle I saw a bus pass 39 that at my desperate signal stopped; the bus driver was a beautiful bare skinned tattoo, very similar to the zombie in the movie. "Are you going to the center?" I asked him. "I'm going to Chacarita," he answered, "but I got up to take you." I sat in the first seat, and as we exchanged glances for the rearview mirror, my butt on the cobblestone streets bounced with joy. By miracle I saw a bus pass 39 that at my desperate signal stopped; the bus driver was a beautiful bare skinned tattoo, very similar to the zombie in the movie. "Are you going to the center?" I asked him. "I'm going to Chacarita," he replied, "but I got up to take you." I sat in the first seat, and as we exchanged glances for the rearview mirror, my butt on the cobblestone streets bounced with joy. By miracle I saw a bus pass 39 that at my desperate signal stopped; the bus driver was a beautiful bare skinned tattoo, very similar to the zombie in the movie. "Are you going to the center?" I asked him. "I'm going to Chacarita," he replied, "but I got up to take you." I sat in the first seat, and as we exchanged glances for the rearview mirror, my butt on the cobblestone streets bounced with joy.

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Photographic production by Gustavo Di Mario

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