President Cristina Kirchner met with leaders of the Argentine pork industry, where she offered a glimpse into the intimate life of the country’s most powerful couple, admitting that eating the meat improves sexual activity.

“One cannot understand the essence of a country or society without understanding the web of sexual relations of those that built it. Responsible for the birth, the splendour, the decadence, and the fall of the greatest civilizations, nobody can ignore the profound impact of sexuality on the visual art and stories of nations.” This is the creed which prompted Argentine author, Federico Andahazi, to write ‘Pecar Como Dios Manda’, the sexual history of Argentina.

“I was 25 the first time I went.” says Esteban. “I didn’t want to have sex while my parents were at home, so I went to a telo with my girlfriend. It was fun, a good experience!” Albergues transitorios or ‘telos’ as they are more commonly known, are a type of hotel where a person pays by the hour instead of the whole night. They are used by couples as a place to go to spend ‘intimate’ time together in a discreet and private manner. In other words, they have beds – but not much sleeping gets done.

OMG! Oh my god! I’m having one of those moments when I’m really not sure that what I am seeing is real. There’s a man on stage in front of me, taking a shower, fully nude, and erect. I’m surrounded by a hundred or so screaming Argentine women. The dude is pretty hot: tall, brunette with sexy bangs over his forehead and certainly not lacking in any department physically.

Every year, 19 million women and girls worldwide face the deadly consequences of unsafe abortion. Nearly 70,000 of these women will die, and hundreds of thousands will be left with debilitating injuries as a result.

Above the doorway to El Galpón de Catalinas, on a scruffy corner of La Boca, spills a riotous depiction of a theatre audience in rapture. Below the scene, a crowd rugged up against the cold mingles over cake and choripán amid swirling parrilla smoke. It’s 11pm on a Saturday and the file along the freezing street shares an inability to resist a basic urge: to know the naughty pleasures of pornographic puppetry.