A Few Remarkable Nagoya, Japan Memories

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During a personal trip to Japan, I experienced the kind and generous hosting of other Filipinos whom I've never met before. I happened to have told another Philippine-based friend that I was planning a personal trip to Japan and was wondering who could host me as I wanted to save some of my money, which I expected to spend much in Japan---you know, Japan is among the most expensive places to visit on earth. And this friend volunteered to ask some of his good friends in Nagoya, Japan. These friends immediately agreed to host me, and would even go out of their way to pick me up from the airport. It was during this trip that I also took the chance to visit Tokyo and other locations where I was also graciously hosted in the houses of other set of friends whom I personally know back in the Philippines.

Among many wonderful memories, I will always secretly smile over those memories my friends made sure I experienced while having  adult fun activities while in Japan, including those in Nagoya, a city that's not Tokyo nor Osaka in size but a respectable metropolis that's as interesting as any other major city in Japan. One set of memories involves having me visit a bathhouse, the other variety where men would show up in certain hours to make it with other men. Japan, apparently, has nothing much in terms of similarities when it comes to its approach in handling issues related to men having sex with other men. Its people are very frank and open about these matters, including those related to more usual lifestyles, although you'd still see the hush-hush attitude toward certain kinds of lifestyles. They are not surprised; it's just that most of them believe men and women have distinctive set of roles to play as responsible members of their relatively homogeneous society. Don't be surprised, but you'd be able to watch porn channels on TV anytime. But you won't be able to see the performers' genitals as they're usually blotched out for viewers not to see them (and you'll be able to see everything else). You'll blush if you're not used to such TV scenes available and easily accessible to anyone.  They're just one of those normal things when you find yourself in Japan, which things include graphically shocking manga (comics) available everywhere.

And in Nagoya, I found myself during that trip being toured inside one of those bathhouses. I've been to several sento locations in Japan many times, which are very memorable places as well, but in this kind of bathhouse where I was given a tour by one of my hosts, men would go to meet their cravings for specific sexual needs. After walking on the ground and upper floors for some time, I would yield to what I would acknowledge as being part of the erotic image in my mind and I would remember making it with someone young, tall, thin and sexy, the type of whom some white men I've met would drool over. It was below freezing degrees outside but the degrees that crept in between that guy's body and my own would have been enough to hardboil an egg, so to speak (and just to give you an idea of how and what events go about in that particular bathhouse). And there were long moments of kissing and hugging, the details of which I'd love to recall vividly once in a while.

My friend, who was then already done with his own cruising, was already waiting for me in the lobby after I finished with my own and would have still wanted to venture for more but I recalled I had company waiting for me. I would just smile upon seeing him and was grateful that he waited for me. Men in that particular spot, just like in most bathhouses, like their men to be younger, and that seemed to be the rule. Thankfully, I was still younger then, and was rather confident with my looks. The whole scenario's a vanity exercise to learn from on how to engage in cruising and be accomplished in the end, and it's a strong reminder that we have to take good care of ourselves, most particularly our physical selves, in order to survive long in this kind of lifestyle. We would never know when the next chance will come, and so, we better be prepared.