I didn't know it was possible to hate futuristic "Colby Doppelganger" Walt Whitman so vehemently, but according to one disgruntled viewer I'm "a cancer on the face of our species."
If it's got to be cancer, I can assure you it's skin cancer, and the sun in Oaxaca was worth it. But don't take my word for it (or the words of youcanstilldieinthesunlight), find out for yourself at Cockyboys.
Remember your sunscreen. You'll need it one way or another. :-)