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Turkish Bath For Men: My (Honest) First-Timer’s Experience!

Looking for a Turkish bath for men experience that isn’t scared to communicate about the wonderful, the bad and the ugly? (not to mention the downright awkward).

Then gaze no further, gents. 

If you’re eager to know what happens in a Turkish bath for men like me who unapologetically love spa culture and you want to fully prepare for your best chance of hammam happiness, in the words of the great George Michael; baby, I’m your man.

I’ll acquire the party started with a minute cheat sheet of expectations for your first Turkish bath (also known as a hammam) and then we’ll hop right into the unedited, raw correctness of a male Turkish bath exposure.

Turkish Bath Etiquette 101: How To Hammam (in 6 Steps)

As a ritual steeped in tradition and culture, there are some things worth knowing before you head to your first hammam. 

To begin with, men and women bathe separately, unless you go to a modern bathhouse that accommodates couples. As a man, you’ll also be expected to be naked but to save your pestemal (a checked cloth to tie around your midriff) around your waist while you’re walking around. 

You’ll ask for to


Nur Hamam – Newly renovated in October 2017, there is both an Istanbul gay hamam and sauna here. Looks just like a regular building from outside but inside is a beautiful historic bath popular with local, younger homosexual men.

Aquarius Sauna - A extremely un-friendly gay sauna in Istanbul open 24/7. While they hold a jacuzzi, pool, sauna, intimate cabins and cafe, there is mostly just masseurs here who pester for their service, discouraging speaking between guests and any action that’s not with them. Has so much potential but in reality is filthy and a glorified brothel.🤮

Firuzaga Bath – Popular with local hairy middle-aged men, Firuzaga Bath is a small, historic Istanbul gay hamam located only a short saunter from Galatasaray Square. Very cruisy, well-known location for gay men to discretely met but it’s somewhat dirty and very public. 

Yesildirek Hamam – A beautiful and historical bathhouse clean with marble detailing. Extremely gay-popular with very little discretion showed though you could well end up the main attraction as a foreigner. A great place to experiment a fierce massage from one of the reasonably macular masseuses (locally call a

Hamam, Or Turkish Baths, Are a Great Place For Gay Men to Relax and Join Others

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I have traveled to many cities in Turkey, where I was born and raised. I saw different cultures and discovered new places. Undoubtedly, one of the best and most important aspects of of the culture was the Turkish bath or hamam. So what is hamam?

The history of the hamam dates back to the ancient Romans. Specially designed blazing and cold fluid baths, designed for washing, were key structures of the Ottoman period. Every sultan had their own. The most important hamams are those by Mimar Sinan, who was one of the finest Turkish architects. Baths are similar to mosques in terms of architecture. For example, both film a central dome.

Massage is a primary part of the ritual surrounding the Turkish bath, to relax and sanitize the body. According to Islam; no one can access the water into which a body enters, because it is contaminated. Because of this faith, many muslims bathe in running fluid, and this is a neces

It was a cold gray afternoon in Istanbul’s Çukurcuma neighborhood

famous for both its numerous antique shops and the setting for Nobel laureate Orhan Pamuk’s novel and namesake Museum of Innocence. I came to Çukurcuma to visit the Museum, only to discover that it was closed because it was Monday.

So I decided to stride down the steep slender streets of the neighborhood and see what I could find. I passed shop after shop of antique stores, some of them shuttered behind rusty doors, others hemorrhaging hand-crafted chairs, dusty crystalware, and other items that could be found in your grandmother’s living room.

Woodsmoke puffed out of a nearby chimney, wafting seamlessly into the sky above. I walked by a miniature tearoom with low chairs and tables, their patrons drinking from short glasses filled with saccharine amber tea.

At the end of the street was a hammam–a Turkish bath. It was chilly and I wanted to warm up, so I stepped in without any hesitation. The lobby was a plain wood-paneled room; a adolescent man with a brief beard sat at the desk. I paid roughly $15 for a confidential “cabin” to change into.

Before I had made it more than three steps towards