 As an actor, I travel all over the world. I?ve been to only God-knows-how-many places throughout Europe and the Middle East, and had a few stints in North America (Canada and the United States). Last year?last winter, to be exact?was my first time in South Korea. We arrived on a Friday and since shooting didn?t start until the following Monday, I had the weekend to spend however I wanted. I spent most of the day Saturday exploring Seoul?the sights, sounds, smells, and the local eye candy. One thing I quickly became aware of was the rather underground feel of the gay community. I could easily understand it, but it made finding the right bars and such, an interesting task. I managed to find a few, but none of them were quite what I wanted. I started back towards the hotel, feeling a bit dejected and ungodly horny. One thing to be said of Korean men: they vary in appearance. I expected small, thin frames and dark hair. Then, as I neared my hotel, my theory was tested. Leaning up against the wall in the front of the hotel, taking slow, lazy drags off of a cigarette, was a young Korean man built like a brickhouse. Despite the thin T-shirt the man wore, I could see the hard bulge of his biceps, his chest. His jeans looked like they had been painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination, outlining every muscle. His head was smooth and he looked like a bronzed-skin ... |
