I don’t normally do a post on Tuesday, and, what do ya know, it’s not Tuesday anymore. At least not for me and Europe.

A taxi boy named Juan stopped by for biznis and I got sidetracked. (Rent boys are called taxi boys or taxis here in Argentina. Argentine humor.) I met him last weekend at a somewhat trashy bar in Buenos Aires just around the corner from me called KM Zero: Hustlers, drag queens, frakin’ hot, brown strippers with big muscles and massive hard-ons plus cheap, if not good, beer. Just my kind of place.

[By the way, don't listen to what TimeOut Buenos Aires says about prostitution: It's not illegal and you're more likely to get thrown in jail for, well, it's not at all likely that you as a tourist would get thrown in jail in this city, so don't pay attention to what a has-it-in-for-taxis-and-johns and desperately-in-need-of-a-design-makeover British-based magazine has to say about gay life in Buenos Aires. You would be much better off asking me, or waiting for the Web site I'll be running and editing soon.  TimeOut never mentions the fact that, of course, female prostitution is oh, a billion times more prevalent and a serious problem in Buenos Aires -- as in trafficking -- than a man picking up a boy and a boy picking up an extra 100 pesos ($26 USD) to get his dick sucked. So why does TimeOut Buenos Aires take the time to lie about the legality of taxi boys? I dunno. But that same lie has been printed as least twice; so, ask them. I plan to do so one day.]

Juan — whom I’ll call Juanito from now on to distinguish him from my Mexican flatmate and cooking student Juan — and I had planned on getting together last Wednesday but I was too busy. He called me three times in the interim and texted me once, scolding me a little. This morning he decided to show up unannounced and get me off. He’s a very sweet, affectionate kid with a fat, brown uncut cock who so far has never been in a hurry or stole anything from me; however, I don’t know how I feel about a boy showing up whenever he feels like it.

In Prague, I got used to it. There, it was the Window Men, the boys who would knock on my window at all hours. Here in Buenos Aires, it’s the… Door Men?

After all that, here’s the Tattooed Love Boys gallery. Most of these photos have already appeared or will appear on one of my many tumblelogs, Tattooed Love Boys. If you haven’t checked out tumblr yet, and you’re addicted to gay photoblogs, then you should. Tumblr is heavily infested by and invested in by gay men and various and sundry queer rabble, all of whom share thousands of photos and videos every day, a lot of them good, with nary a banner ad in sight. (Tumblr itself surpassed one billion pageviews last month so it’s no fly-by-night.) Following the myriads of themed, eccentric and personal gay tumblelogs might be easier than visiting bloated, spammy traditional blogs every day, and it will certainly be more fun. It is to me. I get a lot more comments and feedback on tumblr in one week than I get in 3 months on this blog. Hell, 4 months. Guys actually contribute photos and participate and say thank you. I know, hard to believe.

Click the thumbnail below to open up a full-screen gallery. You must have Flash installed.

Or, click here to immediately download all the photos for free.

Only one mascot today, ’cause it’s late and I want to finish watching Demonlover.

Click the pic to visit ManAvenue, a site full of flexing butch guys. No one there has a tattoo quite as ugly or impressive as the one below though.