Another HOT Tokyo Weekend

I decided to go to the Brazil Day festival in Tokyo.  I had ulterior motives.  I wanted to mix amongst some Latino fire so I could hook up.  :)  I did hook up with someone.  But his friend pulled a switcheroo move on me, HE came up to me and chatted me up and then, he ditched me to hang out with his less attractive friend and never came back.  This is actually the 2nd time this has happened to me in Japan!  The other time the cute guy pulled in his really really awkward nerdy yuck friend into our threesome.  It is totally something that hot girls would do, not guys.  I'm just the sucker now a days I guess.  I look his friend up and down and decide to give him a try.  I wasn't up to anything else for the night anyway.  We stopped on a bridge and he got me pretty riled up licking my neck and ears so I decided it was going to be worth a shot. I tried to not think about the much better sex I could have had with the one that I originally wanted and how lame that move was.  It wasn't exactly what I wanted but it would do.  I seem to be less picky and easier to convince these days.

  I went to a gay boy circuit party for the first time since I moved here.  There were 6 rooms of shirtless Japanese guys of all different types, being openly gay as they wanted to be.  It was just like my days at Club Universe in San Francisco, but this was all Japanese.  There were even a few females there.  I met one, she was straight but she was still very cuddly and nice to me.  I was so enthralled with these Samurai themed go go boys shaking their hot short clad asses with the butt crack showing in front of me on the stages.  I wondered if any of them were bisexual.  1 out of 8 of them HAD to be.  :)  I was just looking up and admiring for many hours.  Japan's sexuality is so repressed and underground that when you do get to a place where its so out in the open it feels like you found your way into a Speakeasy in 1920's America.  Like, when did I just wake up and walk into heaven?  Or really, for me, its pretty normal to see this kind of thing, but NOT IN JAPAN.  People think Japan has perversions beyond the sex and porn from their own countries, they're right.  Japanese do a lot despite pixels blocking the genitals in all their porn.  Because the showing actual penetration is illegal it makes the sex acts that are legal more perverse, like bukake and other videos without penetration.   I love men and women.  Really.  It's a pretty equal love however, my whole life I have always been more attractive to men, so I've ended up in bed and relationships with more males than females.  Until I got to Japan.  Japanese men, in general don't seem to be attracted to me.  They do not approach or chat with me, unless I talk to them first.  I hit on this girl at the gay guy club.  I circled around her a couple of times and then I said hi.  We hung out for some time and she told me "I used to be a hooker."  straight forward as hell for a Japanese person.  But, I well know, sex workers are different.  "Really?" I said, "Me too!" and she was close to me for a few hours in that club packed with all gay men.  I was impressed with her frankness.  I spoke English with her so she could practice, and because my brain was all fried from partying that my 2nd language wasn't coming out as smoothly as my first.  Boldness is usually part of the DNA of the sex worker somewhere, or extreme closeting and double life leading, in which one of the lives she is an activist and very out.   Most Japanese people do the double life closet secret sex life who aren't sex workers.  They do this just to have normal vanilla sex because their society tells them it is a distraction from their really purpose in life.  To work.  Even affairs, marriages and more spring from the workplace and this seems to be totally accepted. 
The guy I hooked up with was Japanese looking but really Brazilian in the same way that I am American.  A Nikkeijin like me.  Japanese not from Japan.  Born and raised in a different country really changes your attitude and actually conditions you to be a totally different person.   When we made out he made little sounds which turned me on because I longed for the aural stimulation that I hadn't heard in so so many Japanese lovers.  So many silent dudes.  They don't even exhale when you suck their dicks.  I need to you feel me feeling you or else i might as well be licking the wall.  It would be just as entertaining.  He was doing enough of the right things that I had two great orgasms.  It is really really hot in Japan in the summer, and this summer is no different.  It can stay 91 degrees even at night.  I stay indoors writing this blog because going outside for fifteen minutes to the supermarket can make you exhausted for hours.  So, we didn't cuddle after fucking.  Usually I"m into that.  But I wasn't really attracted to this guy.  My mobile phone is having issues and needs repair.  He attempted to hang out with me all day to work on this problem, but I was already annoyed with him.  "Actually, I'm fine from here alone." I told him to get rid of him.  And I did give him my phone number, but I'm just not interested and never was, BUT, I fucked him and he made me come a couple times.  In the morning, we had sex again, but it was more for him.  His dick game was really really weak.  He couldn't get it in! I haven't been fucked with good cock in a really long time it feels like.  At least I don't need penis to have good orgasms.  All of this giving of pleasure that women do, would make it seem like the girl likes you and wants to hang out again, but sometimes its just a good one night stand for her. or him.  It just happened to me on the other side of the coin.  I liked him but he didn't want to have anything to do with me again.  This time dude wants me.  But, I have been detaching quite easily after fucking in Japan.  I am looking for a boyfriend...or a girlfriend, but this country continues to be a challenge for me in this department.  This weekend was fun.  I guess I was playing like a gay man.  Casual and quick sex.  No Strings.  and definitely not again with you.  Ha ha. ごめんなさいね！

A Rare Day in Tokyo: NanPan Man

It was a rare day in Tokyo for me.  I was stoned and feeling bold and great.  When I am stoned
shopping at Bic Camera can be one of the funnest things in town to do.  It’s far more satisfied
than going to a club and holding a drink alone in the darkness. At Bic Camera there are rows
and rows of exciting electronics that you probably want or need.  I was in the bathroom when my
edible high came on and I was obsessing over fixing my hair in the bathroom so intensely that I
didn’t even notice there was another female waiting for me at the sink to wash my hands!  Ooops.
Lately, there have always been FREE HUGS guys in the middle of Shibuya square experimenting
with breaking the bonds of Japan’s no touch society. While I was high and shopping I resolved that
on the way back, I was not only going to ask the 2 guys I saw on the way up there for a hug, but I
was going to ask for a group hug and ask them to hold me for 15 seconds.  In Japanese this is
known as “skinship.” And actually, upon doing an internet search, I found that skinship is also a
Korean/English term for the same physical affection that MOST humans crave, except the average
Japanese person. By the time I cruised back through Hachiko Square with my new bag of crap
from Bic, the two guys that I saw were gone. Zannen. I had a whole Japanese dialogue prepared
about how we were going to do a standing cuddle for 15 seconds and breathe together.  A short
Tantric on the sly bonding ritual, that I really was craving. It had been a few months since my last
intimate encounter, I’d told the last guy I was seeing to get lost because he wasn’t fulfilling my needs
for a future partner and he was just rearing his head into my consciousness (aka my LINE) without
really offering anything. I had gone to a Ladies Free night at one of the clubs that I frequent.
I got lost trying to find it and that was annoying. My sense of direction for places is one of my
most annoying traits.  I can get lost even if I have been to a place several times before. I get lost
even in Los Angeles and San Francisco. I get lost even with GPS because it has a delay and it
also doesn’t know which direction to send you until you start walking in a direction. For this reason
GPS doesn’t solve my problems because I have to set out in a direction that I guess initially and it
has a 1 out of 4 success rate naturally, so 3 out of 4 times it is wrong. When I got into the dance
part of the club there was no one inside. A group of guys that I didn’t feel like talking to and a single
female alone.  The music was crap so I decided to call it a night. It was a school night and I was
making an attempt to go out and dance since I hadn’t gone out on the weekend. So far, my
shopping at Bic Camera was the most exciting part of my evening. I tried to watch Japan’s World
Cup soccer game, another attempt to socialize with others, but the one bar I went in had no people
and the lights were on really bright in there and I could just imagine how that would turn out before
I even wasted 600 yen on a drink alone. When I got in the Den en Toshi LIne, my local train I gave
some guy sitting in front of me the eyebrow nod.  I was high and feeling daring and friendly, and
really I didn’t think much of it. He returned this gesture with a hard gaze in my face and I was
taken aback by the energy of it. I returned his gaze with bold attitude. What?  I said with my look
back.  You want something?　He didn’t look away so I had to first and gaze for a few seconds out
the window.  He was still looking at me when I looked back. From Shibuya my house is only 13
minutes on the train, 3 stops to be exact. Within these 3 stops he motioned the mime signal for
“Do you want to drink?” and I thought, Well, No Japanese man EVER asks me out for a drink in
 So I smiled and said Yes. He was pretty cute, as I recall and that’s why I even gave him the
eyebrows in the first place. We went to an Izakaya and had a few drinks. He asked me to kiss
him upon which I said no. I tried to push our one night stand to Friday upon which he said no.  I
made him follow me 1.4 km to my house from the cab ride to my local station. We both had work
in the morning and we had sex and I got him to sleep in my bed. I was in it for the skin ship. I
got to sleep with someone in my bed all night (well, in the end, it was only about six hours of time,
but still, I love every moment of cuddling that I can get in Japan. The sex wasn’t great.
It was just a fun rare adventure, like finding 1000 yen on the ground in Tokyo.  
Men do not ask me out in Japan and people do not make eye contact on the train in Japan.
If a man hits on you on the train in Japan, he is probably drunk and not feeling Japanese.
It something like a societal rule here. I’ve had drunk guys pick up on me on the street but
I’ve never gone home with any of them.  They usually say stupid things within 3 minutes and
never even have the brains to ask me for a drink to go slow enough to get to know my name
and allow me to feel comfortable to WANT to fuck them instantaneously. That’s Sex in Japan for
me. Sad and shitty. I’ve been trying to chat him up with no real warm response on his end though.
It was just a fuck for him unfortunately because I looked up his social media and found out he was
a performer and since he lived so close to me, he’d make a great boyfriend for a few months or
more if he only could realize what he was missing out on. But I guess he won’t. Zannen. Back to the routine of Japan.
Ho Hum. Until the next miracle.