Taking the “Meat” out of Carnaval!!

For any of my slave who are familiar, you are well aware that, YOU , my pets, fund my trips to Brazil every spring for Carnaval.An awesome celebration, an exploration into Excess, I always cum home with plenty ofNew ideas to take our sessions to the extreme. I realize I rarely shre anything other than that with you, however this particular incident still makes me gigle when it squirms into my brain, so I figured, what the hell.. I never miss a ball or parade, and thge street is my venue of choice!

Major Carnival balls in Rio are broadcast live. Some partygoers shy away from the cameras to avoid trouble with the “old lady” or the “old man” back home….heeheee!! Others will give an arm and a leg [or another choice part, ;)]for a few seconds of glory.

Gala Gay is one of those balls that is traditionally televised. It happens on the last Carnival day at a nightclub in Leblon right across from a police precinct. Among other attractions this ball features a small runway where those arriving may march to a cheering crowd..[think, ” drag show”]. At the end of the walkway a TV reporter interviews some of the newly arrived. There is a shortcut for those who want to keep a lower profile, but most partygoers are dressed to kill and enjoy the Hollywood-style entry.

The concentration of drag queens and exotic characters is obviously quite high at this particular ball. On Carnival 96 one of these delightfully gay creatures decided to use the TV opportunity. She just could not resist the lure of the spotlight. Opening her biggest smile she said a candid “Hello Brazil!” to the camera, revealing from under her sissified skirts the largest fucking pecker I ever laid eyes on!!!

The bird of feathers was arrested 30 minutes later by police authorities. A convicted criminal, he had simply disappeared while on parole… I still wonder how on earth this sharp eyed police officer could have recognized our little light bug under all the make up on a small TV screen, but that’s another story…Hmmmmmmmmmmm