Yes folks, it´s finally here. The report of my sexual compass-spinning trip to Plop! Here are my manly and stalwart traveling companions. From left to right they are Charly (spelled that way and no other, dammit) myself, Cristian, the dancing fiend from Colombia, Mateos?, Agustina and finally at the bottom, Luz, of plucked-eyebrows renown. These are Luz´s finger nails. Yes, that is his sweater and yes, they do match. I hope that this begins to present to you exactly what level of homosexuality we are working with here in Plop! And sadly, ladies and gentleman, that is as much warming up I can give you, in the photographic sense. From here, we dive into the insanity, the depravity, the misty depths of gender role/identity. I shall, by means of narrative passage, offer you a opportunity to change your mind, as I describe the events that lead to Plop! How did I come to be invited to go to Plop!, a gay club, when I myself am not gay? What provoked me to accept such an offer, especially in...