Quote: (12-17-2011 06:17 AM)PhilE Wrote:
I know this sounds weird Hencridible, but your last few post changed my life...... & possibly saved it. I've been depressed dealing with american women in general & then got really depressed when I started to research traveling out of the country to "look for love" and saw a lot of negative reviews on how black men are treated in latin america. And I actually started to think... Fuck it... I'm at the bottom of the totem pole, I can't have women i desire here, seems like it's no better anywhere else... I mind as well just end it.
I sat here looking at more reasons of doom & gloom, and why it will always be hard on me for being born a certain way, & I somehow end back up on this forum right to your post. It was EXACTLY what I needed to hear. Optimism. But not your sugar coated euphemisms like " your world is what you make it " but realistic hard hitting facts about why things outside of America ARE better for men. Including black men. Especially in a place like Brazil.
Glad to hear I was able to help in some measure. I hope you can pull yourself out of the rut and start realizing some of your dreams. There's a book that I bought after my first trip to Brazil that you may or may not want to read, "Don't Blame It On Rio."
http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Blame-Rio-Beh...0446178063
It's full of anecdotes from Black men of all stripes who have gone to Brazil for many of the reasons you've mentioned.
Below are some passages from the book from actual people; makes for interesting discussion....
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Here's why it has been such a secret. Most guys won't just pick up and go; they have to be mentored. Somebody that's already been there has to take them. They say, "Come go; come go with me to Rio," and kind of show them the ropes. That's what happened to me. My frat brother took me.
Jimmy, 28, semi-pro athlete, Pittsburgh
Since day one, being a man of means has meant having sexual conquests--not just with women who look like you but all women. (From Solomon to now.) It's not enough to have sex with beautiful women in Miami; you have to have sex with beautiful women in Thailand. And if they have beautiful women in Iceland, you will go there, too. In general, men of means have been doing this for two thousand years. And today, African-American men do it because they can. For a little bit of extra money you can get on a plane and do that. For a week, ten days, or two weeks, you can experience the power that men of means experience every day. For some people, that week is a lifetime.
Jordan, 40, public relations, New York
We all go out and sit in this restaurant and then suddenly there are all these women. We hadn't been there three hours and there's a restaurant called Mia Pataca where everybody gathered. We're sitting there and it's almost like being in a VIP area. It's closed off. The only women they let come in are women that they think you might want to talk to. And all of a sudden, you're the object of what you think is a lot of people's desire, because everywhere you look, there's a woman trying to make eye contact with you.
Imagine that you and I are sitting outside a cafe and just across from you are thirty to forty women standing, waiting to be chosen. And these women are all tens and twelves, gorgeous. Perfect. Eventually, my boy and me grab this mulatto and this jet-black African.
We took them to what they called the "freak rooms." When we were done, I asked my boy if he wanted to switch. So I hit the mulatto and my boy hit the other chick. After that, we went back to Mia Pataca, and the plan was to go back to the hotel to rest, but some of the other guys wanted to go to this place called Quatro y Quatro.
The one guy that had been before kept talking about it. He said we should go at night because the best girls worked at night. Although we knew it was going to be a while before the club opened, we were so geeked we decided to go then.
Man, nothing he told us prepared me for what that place was like. You walk in and shit! They hand you a towel, a bar of soap, some flip-flops, and a robe. Man, I'm wearing a robe! Oh, and they give you a band and a locker to keep your shit in.
So we do all that and we go to the floor where the girls are. Oh, my God! Man, this dude said that the fine women worked at night, but he had to be lying, because I swear the finest women I had ever seen were there. I felt like I was in an Usher video: They were playing hip-hop, my boys and me were drinking, fine women everywhere. I was in heaven! So while my boys were drinking and looking, I went and got a girl right away and took her up to the room. Man, I fucked the shit out of that girl. After that, I went back to the floor and they told me that my boy was already in the room, but with two women. I'm thinking, "Hell, no!" After I get a couple of drinks, I grabbed two women and took them back to the room. How many is that? Four or five by now, right? And we haven't been there a full night yet.
We get back to the hotel to rest, get some food, and whatnot. By the time we get there I was like, "Help!" I thought I was done...
I first went to Brazil as a graduation gift for myself....As business majors, we always find ways to pay for things...I never bought pussy before so my thought at the time was why go overseas and buy pussy?...I never had a problem with the sisters....My frat brothers kept talking about how of the hook it was. They just couldn't stop talking about it...
I didn't feel any problems from the guys who were down there, either. I didn't see any confrontations. You're talking about clubs full of black people and there were no confrontations. It was just good. I wasn't constantly watching my back. I wasn't on guard the whole time. There weren't brothers stepping on each other's feet. If they did, there wasn't a problem. In fact, you might hear someone say, "Brother, let me get you another drink." I heard that so much down there. And I think it was kind of like what Richard Pryor said when he went to Africa and said he didn't see any niggers. That's what it felt like.
Was it a good time or what? It was a dream.
And the night wasn't over. When we went back to the hotel, I picked out the one I wanted and we went back to the room. I must have been tired and drunk because I couldn't handle my business, so I took a Viagra. After that, I passed out. I woke up later to a knock at the door. When I opened it, there was this chick standing there naked saying some shit, waving, and telling me to come on. I followed her down the hall to my boy's room. He was in there with another girl, so I was like, "Fuck it!" I took another Viagra.
At this point, I'm doing everything but I can't bust a nut. I'm fucking in the ass, in the pussy. We're doing all types of shit, like double penetration, and I still can't cum. It was the weirdest thing. Before we started fucking, we're sitting there and one girl was looking at us and the other girl was comparing whose dick was bigger. We were actually sitting around talking. I was very vulnerable, and I was thinking how I would never expose myself like that back at home.
It was almost like the locker room. You're walking around naked and there is that bonding and that vulnerability, but it is not sexual. It's not like you're looking at your boy. You're not looking at them like, "Oh, yeah, my boy's got his clothes off." It's almost like "Here, the mask's off. This is me."
Marcus, 28, marketing executive, Chicago
(1)I have been with hookers all over the world. The girls who work in Rio and in Europe, I have met hookers who are smarter than an MBA. They speak three and four languages and they know what's going on in Darfur and Chechnya. They can talk about international politics. When your with them, you aren't just buying a hooker, you're buying an experience.
(2) Black men have been traveling the world since the twenties. There were big exoduses of black men during the twenties and thirties to Paris because they were treated better. Black were traveling when they were broke jazzmen and they didn't have any money.
Question about the difference in the black men who traveled to foreign places in the past vs. black men who travel to Brazil today
(3) I really hate to use the word "elite." They probably weren't broke; they seemed to be a little more knowledgeable class off people, interested in seeing the world, people interested in world travel. As you know for yourself , the majority of people are born on their dot on this planet and don't leave it. Look at our president, George Bush. He never left the country until he became president, and he certainly had the means, but he wasn't interested in seeing the rest of the world. Here he was, a multimillionaire, and had never left the United states. So it isn't a issue of money; it's an issue of interest. Today you have a bunch of brothers dressed like thugs running around Brazil. I can't tell if they are professional or not.
David, age and job withheld, has traveled to Brazil for more than two decades
Brazilian women make much better wives than American women. An American woman has several fundamental problems that will never go away and that will get much worse a few years after she is married:
Her inherent anti-male bias and pre-occupation with fairness that was drilled into her in high school, college, and through the media. Her constant confrontations and trying to prove herself and to make a point. Her self-centeredness, her ridiculously high expectations, her sense of entitlement, her high-maintenance, superficial, and stuck up attitude, her snootiness and her sense of superiority. This "princess" syndrome means that she will always think that she is better than you, and that she deserves and she is entitled to whatever she wants from you. Her using sex as a weapon and reward for these problems. Marrying an American woman simply does not make sense.
The ONLY reason men stay with American women is because they did not have enough exposure to Brazilian women. Any man who spent a few months in Brazil will not even look at American women again.