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Stuffin’ It

30 Monday Jun 2014

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Lions, and tigers, and boys with their toys, oh my!

Lions, and tigers, and boys with their toys, oh my!

If you got a chub watching Ted, the folks at Teddy Love have got a deal for you. For a mere $79.95 you too can own a discreet sex toy that “seamlessly blends in with your home or work environment”. That’s assuming a grown man who has a teddy bear as his companion isn’t already considered to have his freak on. But then the female brain behind Teddy Love, as female brains tend to do, isn’t exactly balanced in reality. Or marketing. Because while owning one of your most precious childhood memories on whose face you can have a shrieking, messy orgasm should be enough, Ms. Teddy Love instead poses that age-old marketing question: “Have you ever seen someone walking through an airport, in a restaurant, or in a place of business, with a large adult toy visibly protruding through a handbag or briefcase?”

Uh, no. And if I had, do you think I’d be shopping on the internet right now? Nonetheless, if you are into soft, cuddly guys with fur all over their bodies, you probably already are a fan of bears and it’s a small step down that slippery slope to owning your very own fuckable teddy bear. Especially since unlike that guy you just hooked up with on Grindr, this one is food-grade nontoxic and hypoallergenic. Plus, when you shower him with affection, he’ll love you right back. Until his batteries run out. Which is kinda like that guy you just hooked up with on Grindr.

The owner of Teddy Love also says her product is intended to enhance relationships: ‘cuz the couple who molests plush animals together stays together. You can imagine why. And while for that couple the manufacturer’s claim that “Teddy Love blends in with your home furnishings making it a discreet sexual toy that no-one can see,” may hold true, the rest of us will be asking, “Why does your stuffed bear have cum all over it’s face?”

Instead of focusing on discretion, Ms. Teddy Love should just realize there is something inherently freaky about the idea of sticking a plush toy’s face up your ass. And I mean that in a good way. The discretion that matters is that the bear’s controls are hidden in his little fuzzy-wuzzy ears; the operable part of your orgasm is that his muzzle and tongue houses a dual set of 10 speed vibrators. And that makes for a lot of face time.

Birds do it, bees do it . . . huh. Gay bears do it too.

Birds do it, bees do it . . . huh. Gay bears do it too.

Of course if you are a more manly man and the idea of having sex with your nephew’s a stuffed animal leaves you limp (which it should, even considering that 10-speed tongue) you may want to head to Croatia instead, where researchers have documented a pair of male brown bears who have been giving each other hummers for the past six years. Now those are some bears who know how to have a teddy bear picnic.

Researchers from the Polish Academy of Sciences Department of Wildlife Conservation spent 116 hours observing the two bears and discovered what they are terming “the first observations of long‐term, recurrent fellatio in captive brown bears kept in proper conditions.” Huh. 6 years and 116 hours of watching two bears at a zoo blow each other . . . sounds like someone needs to buy their own Teddy Love.

In great detail the researchers note: “All cases appeared to be initiated by the provider, who approached the receiver while he was resting on his side or with part of his abdomen exposed; if the receiver’s genitals were not exposed, the provider would push his head into the pelvic region or use his paws to separate the hind legs. After accessing and initial licking of the penis, the provider would find a more comfortable posture, such as sitting or lying … once actual sucking started, neither bear changed position.” Which pretty much sounds like how the human variety of bears do it too. Ditto for the four minutes it took the bears to reach blast-off.

The researchers were quick to point out that the two bears with blow jobs on their minds were not related. ‘Cuz that would just be too icky. Kinda like if the guys from Duck Dynasty – who’ve made a business out of blowing things – started going at each other. Which I’m sure would never happen. ‘Cuz they’ve all bought their own personal Teddy Love by now.

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Monday Meat #21

30 Monday Jun 2014

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Sunday Funnies #80

29 Sunday Jun 2014

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The boys on the Gay Thailand forum celebrate gay pride.

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Selfies Sunday #21

29 Sunday Jun 2014

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End Of The Week #148

28 Saturday Jun 2014

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The only thing hotter than a naked guy is a hot guy getting naked.

taxi wares Jumping into a taxi for a journey through Bangkok’s parking lot-like traffic would be guaranteed to bore you to death if not for the small dioramas displayed on their dashboards. I’m not sure why I’m so captivated by those often pseudo-religious displays but my eyes move toward the dash even before dropping to make sure the meter gets turned on. So I was petty jazzed when I found a used copy of Thai Taxi Talismans this week, not that the book isn’t worth its cover price but part of the thrill of a real find is finding it at half-price. The book was inspired by the author’s blog, Life In Moving Vehicles, which is one of those I always love when I find it again but usually forget to bookmark. It’s a perfect little reminder of Bangkok (from the passenger seat) for when you are thousands of miles away.

fashion disaster I just saw a blurb on the internet that wide-leg jeans are making a come-back. My best buddy always appreciated the extra room those pants provided him, and even though I cringe every time I hear bell-bottoms are coming back too, anything has got to be better than skinny jeans, a fashion disaster that makes the gay boys who wear them un-molestable. But it could be worse ‘cuz even skinny jeans can’t compete with The 7 Deadliest Fashion Trends of All Time.

Supermanning Hoes Using Google Trends to find out what’s in and what out, this list answers that age-old question of, Is Your Favorite Sex Act In This Year, Or On The Outs? Huh. ‘Cake farts’ was self-explanatory although I’m not sure if it qualifies as a sex act. ‘Supermanning Hoes’ as with several other listed required a quick search on Google. I must be getting old. Thank the gods.

sperm-o-matic The folk at TAT are not happy with the influx of low-end touri from China ‘cuz they scare the more affluent visitors away. No problemo. Hospitals in China have introduced a hands-free automatic sperm extractor which features a ‘massage pipe’, adjustable speed, frequency, amplitude, and temperature settings, and a video screen that plays films to “help the user with the extraction process”. That pretty much negates any reason for the Chinese to visit Thailand I’d say.

condom job Last week I linked to a YouTube sexpert showing you how to grapefruit your man. This week she provides a much more basic technique that puts the sex in safe sex, How To Put A Condom On A Penis With Your Mouth. Um, btw, while you are down there . . .

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happiness is Fascinated but still unsure of what the YouTube clip Thai Military Ragging With Kissing was about, it finally dawned on me that General Prayuth is serious about bringing happiness to the Thai people, even those in the army.

meaty brian I’m not sure what MeatyBrian Level 2a is supposed to mean as a video title either, but then 8 minutes of an all Asian, all male dance troupe getting naked doesn’t really require a title that makes any sense.

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The Boys In The Bar: 05. We Are Family

27 Friday Jun 2014

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Lek was still trying to get used to the big city life of Bangkok. And to wandering its streets in high heels too. His splatulate feet – thanks to years of working the fields of his family’s farm – were not made for footwear that was supposed to highlight the daintiness of its wearer’s feet. As he’d been rudely told twice now by ladyboys at the mall who he’d enquired of landing a job at the make-up counter they manned. Being called a buffalo was offensive to any Thai. When your fabulousness was on display, it was just that much worse. Besides, Lek thought, that last bitch’s massive ass jiggled under her red and white floral dress like an earthquake in a snow covered rose garden, proving flesh stomps fashion every time. Obviously, she’d just been jealous.

Leaving CentralWorld in disgust, having decided that luck and looks alone weren’t working, Lek headed for the near-by Erawan Shrine, a religious monument to Brahma well-known for granting prayers for prosperity. The sky was clear and blue, unmarred by clouds after the gloom of the previous days; there was a cleanliness to the air as though, however briefly, some of the fumes and filth of the city had been miraculously purged from it during the night. A shard of clear blue sky peaked out from between the elevated Skytrain tracks as he waded into the incense-smoke fog surrounding the open-air shrine. Inside the black iron spike enclosure the faithful packed the small area surrounding the four-headed god; Thais being a religious lot, especially when it comes to the you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours promise of prosperity offered by the Erawan’s Hindu deity.

Intending to part with some of his dwindling wad of baht for an appropriate offering, Lek’s attention was drawn to the small stage of khon dancers at the back of the shrine, their long elegant fingers twisted into ritual shapes, like gang member’s flashing hand signals, heavily stylized and yet still graceful, moving in unison to punctuate the beat of an accompanying drum. Lek’s arm stretched out slowly,his fingers responding in pantomime only to quickly drop back to his side when he heard snickers coming from behind him. At the light touch of a tap on his shoulder he tensed in preparation for further abuse. Belying its age with a refined twirl that peaked into a perfectly formed mudra worthy of a royal court dancer, an ancient, gnarled hand appeared from behind him followed by a soft, lilting voice, “No my dear, like this.”

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Lek turned and then looked down at the diminutive elderly lady standing behind him, her smile just one of the many creases in her wizened face. Her hair towered above her head in a style popular in the ’50s; her Thai silk enriched outfit dated from the same period. But what could have been an over-the-top homage to yesteryear transformed by the woman’s bearing into nothing less than regal. “My name Sawing,” she said in a low husky voice. Then followed up several octaves higher adding, “You may call me Grandma Nong.”

Lek greeted the old woman with a high wai, almost positive, but still not quite sure. Grandma Nong’s wink settled the question. Nong waved her hand as if to push the encroaching smoke from the multitude of incense offerings into another dimension, and then let loose with a definitely unlady-like hacking cough. Lek stepped in offering her his arm for support, worried the old ladyboy’s obviously not too far off in the future demise might be making its appearance sooner than later. Nong’s grasp on Lek’s arm was as light as a sparrow’s perch. Straightening her body and reclaiming her dignity again, Nong offered a grateful smile. And then regained her regal demeanor. “Come,” she commanded. “You may buy me a drink.”

The pair headed off down Ploenchit Road, Nong leading the way in slow, mincing steps, parting the crowds filling the sidewalk like a procession of the royal barges. At Amarin Plaza she veered to the right, claiming a seat in front of McDonald’s. Lek went in and bought them each a cup of coffee, relieved the old woman had not sat in front of the Starbuck’s instead; status was one thing, foolishly paying 300 baht for a cup of coffee quite another.

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Settling himself into a chair across the table from the old woman, for the first time that day Lek felt at ease as they both finished filling their paper cups with sugar. At a nod from Nong, as though giving Lek permission to rant, he poured out his take of woe, recounting how rudely the katoeys at CentralWorld had responded to his attempts at finding suitable employment. The woman listened, a placid look on her face until Lek’s story ran down, and then frowned as if to dismiss the entire day’s events as nothing more than foolishness.

“This,” Nong said using her hand to encompass all of Lek’s being, “was meant for the stage.” “That,” she added nodding toward a katoey sashaying her way into the mall, “is not.” Lek stole a quick glance at the object of Nong’s derision. The ladyboy in question was wearing skin-tight pants with black and white stripes traveling vertically all the way up her legs. But when they got to her butt, they stopped going parallel and ran for their lives in opposite directions. Lek giggled.

“My dear,”Nong proclaimed, “your beauty is natural, those cheekbones alone threaten to shred skin when you smile.” Lek felt himself blush from the compliment, but Nong wasn’t just being kind. “The nice thing about being one of us,” she added in a conspiratorial voice, “is that you still have your balls. And you need to learn to use yours.”

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Nong cut off Lek’s reply with a raised hand, “I know my dear,” she sympathized. “When I first came to Krung Thep with my sister just after the end of WWII, I was even younger than you are now. I was just a rural boy from the provinces, 15 years old, and frightened to death of living life as who I really was. But we both landed jobs dancing at the cinema show. And no one ever realized only one of us was a real girl.”

Lek listened intently while Nong recounted the tale of her years of performing in Bangkok. Picturing himself in the starring role, he allowed his fantasies to sooth the disappointments of the day. Lek appreciated Nong’s belief in his abilities to follow suit, but in his heart he could not believe such a life could truly be his. Working the make-up counter at a fancy department store in itself was a dream; headlining the show at a ladyboy review was beyond his wildest expectations. The sound of Nong clearing her throat pulled him out of his reveries, the stern glare aimed his way from across the table signaling he’d been caught daydreaming instead of paying attention.

“It’s attitude that I’m saying you are missing,” Nong scolded. “Forget what others may think; you know who you are and that is all that really matters.” A petulant frown crossed her face, unhappy that her message wasn’t getting through. Nong looked at Lek while her mind held a debate with itself, and then sighed, the answer further than she’d intended on going. “Tonight,” she said, “You’ll join me.” Nodding in agreement with her own decision, Nong turned to the prosaic. “Come,” she commanded, slowing making her way out of the chair. “We only have six hours to get you ready.”

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That night, their taxi dropped them in front of a small, brightly lit club squatting on a tiny, dimly lit soi just off Suriwong. A man sitting in the corner of the club’s veranda, who had to be a contemporary of Nong’s, acknowledged their arrival with a wai and a smile; the doorman did his job graciously with a low bow, ushering the pair into the darkness of the bar. Lek was nervous, unsure of what to expect; Nong had not been that forthcoming about Lek’s role in the night’s proceedings other than to have draped him in a gown that sparkled with promise. A few details would have been nice, but their time in Nong’s room had been taken up by the efforts of Nong’s palsied hands attempting to apply lipstick to her ageless but aging face, and her insistence on selecting a wardrobe for Lek to wear that threatened to usurp her fabulousness. At least Lek had been able to convince her the tiara was too over the top and it remained back in Nong’s room.

Inside the club Lek followed Nong as she made her way to the back corner where their dressing room awaited. The houselights were low, the club’s confines packed with older farang men sitting in pairs or by themselves and small groupings of younger, local gay boys sitting together, their eyes glued to the stage where a handful of muscular men posed in black shorts that rode high, exposing their rock-hard buttocks. More similarly clad gods of the gym circulated among the crowd, a few occasionally stopping to greet the more affluent looking members of the club’s clientele. There was enough testosterone in the room to make a wig bald. It wasn’t quite the stately theater Lek had envisioned, but before he could become too concerned the lights dimmed and Nong, draped in Thai silk and scaling the steps as though climbing Mount Everest took to the stage.

A lone spotlight centered on Nong, the raucousness of the club quieted into a respectful silence that allowed the soft notes of a traditional Thai country song to float its way through the air. Her hips no longer swaying quite as well as they once did, Nong’s stylized movements across the stage were not the flamboyant gestures of a ladyboy; she made no attempt at lip-syncing unfamiliar words, the staple of the beauty queen persona that katoeys usually adopted had no room in Nong’s performance. Her age and demeanor combined to fulfil the illusion; she was no longer a man dressed as a woman, but a grandmother still spry enough to sway gently with the music. Even the farang unfamiliar with what they were witnessing gazed with rapt wonder as Grandma Nong performed her short dance.

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Lek panicked as the song ended. Was this his turn to be on stage? They had not practiced, Nong had said nothing about him performing. Nor did she appear anymore communicative as two well-built lads helped her down from the stage. “Attitude, my dear,” Nong said, still beaming from the crowd’s warm acceptance while almost thoroughly out of breath. “Attitude must be your stock in trade.” Then passing over a few disposable lighters and a handful of cigarettes she added, “Now go make us some money.”

On their way back to Nong’s room, she carefully counted her haul from tips and the few sales Lek had managed to make. The 400 baht the bar had paid her went into her purse, the rest barely enough to pay transpo costs. Careful to not muss up her outfit and hair, back in her room Nong laid down to rest a bit, a smile taking up permanent residence on her face as she relived her night’s performance in her mind, and possibly other nights too when she’d been younger and her time on stage had been as well-received but for an entirely different reason. “Today was a good day,” she sighed. “Tomorrow it will be another show. But first,” she added, “we need to finish the day’s work.” And then promptly fell asleep.

While Nong napped, Lek considered his fate. Nong had suggested that he too could make a living as she did, but so far, other than the beautiful gown she’d lent him, his career as a performer wasn’t starting off as he’d assumed it would. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful, the old woman had taken him under her wings, but forcing tips out of an audience under the guise of selling tobacco seemed an uneventful start. Still, the money seemed good . . . if only Nong would help him so that he too could earn a spot as a paid performer. That, he was sure, would help his sister Noi accept him and the life he’d planned on living in Bangkok. Lek laughed, thinking that 400 baht would be enough to convince Noi to try being a ladyboy too.

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An hour later, somewhat freshened, Nong awoke, ready to begin again even if this time around she was less enthralled with her upcoming gig. The tuk tuk they took back to Patpong suggested the expected income would be less; Lek wondered, as small as the club they’d been to earlier had been, just how much tinier this one would prove to be. Nong alighted as put together as she’d been when they had climbed into the tuk tuk, Lek had to take a moment to fix his hair and realign his dress. He made a mental note: as a ladyboy, taxi cabs were the only way to go. So intent on tugging his gown back into place and trying to keep up with the old lady who had suddenly put on a burst of speed he didn’t think her capable of, Lek was well into the soi before he noticed their surroundings. When he did, it made him gasp.

He’d expected to find himself facing a small run-down club nestled in a dark, tiny soi, half the impression the last club had afforded him. Instead it was like he’d stepped onto the set of a Hollywood movie. There were lights everywhere; huge neon billboards in all of the colors of the rainbow, fairly lights in blues and reds dangled from above. The soi was lined with clubs, the light spilling out from each doorway fighting tuxedoed doorman for space, and a scrum of men of all ages busily moving from one end of the street to the other. An open-air cafe provided a momentary pause to the action, a bevy of suspicious looking local boys punctured that quietude with rambunctious calls of, “Show Now!” Lek came to a screeching halt, trying to take it all in until a familiar gnarled claw grabbed his arm and pulled him through a darkened doorway illuminated by the reflected glare of red neon blinking its message of Bangkok Bois.

Inside the club a small troupe of ladyboys were on stage, the rhinestones and sequins of their gowns shooting rays of light through the club like a disco ball from the ’70s, and Lek thought they may have arrived too late. Sensing his concern, Nong scoffed. “No,” she huffed imperiously, “We wait. Settling her ancient bones into a nearby chair she added, “We are not that.”

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Lek though to himself, speak for yourself. The katoeys on stage may not have had the dignity that Nong possessed, but from where Lek stood, they had glamour to spare. Nong noticed the look in Lek’s eyes and shook her head. This one, she thought, will take some work. But rather than spoil Lek’s evening, Nong instead told him to sit down and enjoy the show; Nong’s turn on stage was still a while off.

Seated, Lek became more critical of the girls on stage. There was something missing. They lacked polish, their carefully choreographed number did little to enhance their act. A few, the less lady-like looking who stayed to the back, looked nervous, unsure of themselves, unsure of what they were supposed to do next. And few in the audience seemed to be paying any attention to them. Until one of the girls tripped during an unskillful turn and several people laughed. Attitude, Lek thought, Grandma Nong is right, it’s all about attitude. And possibly mastering how to dance in high heels.

To great disinterest, the ladyboy act came to an inglorious end and the houselights dimmed. Lek wasn’t sure what to expect next. At the club earlier they hadn’t stayed long and the only thing he’d seen was a progression of muscle hunks taking their turn on stage, preening for the crowd while showing off their builds in shorts that barely managed to keep them decent. As the lights came back up Lek saw that that wasn’t to be the case at this club. A totally naked boy walked on stage, the flame from a lit candle held in each of his outstretched arms flickering, a play of shadows and light dancing across his face. Across his chest. Across his abs. Across his erect cock. Lek gasped.

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His eyes wide, both embarrassed and enthralled, Lek quickly forgot about the ladyboy act, forgot about Grandma Nong, forgot about why they were there; his entire being focused on the naked man on stage. Until a second one, even more beautiful than the first appeared. And again Lek’s eyes traveled from the man’s face, down to his chest, down to the sight of his engorged cock standing out stiffly from his body. Lek thought he was in heaven. And then a third bar boy appeared; this time Lek’s gaze remained centered on his throbbing member as it made its way slowly across the stage.

His throat suddenly parched, Lek licked his lips, swallowed, and cast a nervous look in Nong’s direction only to find her attention too was focused on the stage and the marvelous hunk of manhood standing before them. The houselights turned up a notch, better lighting the stage and spilling over to illuminate the rapt audience too. Lek’s gaze took in the hard, throbbing cock in front of him again, and then slowly made its way upwards to the man’s chest, and then his face. And then Lek gasped again.

“Wit?!”

An equally shocked exclamation of surprise echoed back from the stage, “Lek!?”

And Grandma Nong laughed, then shaking her head at the foolishness of the world, rose from her chair heading back to the dressing room to get ready for her turn on stage.

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Aloha Friday #20

27 Friday Jun 2014

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7 Shots: Of Noom

26 Thursday Jun 2014

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While I’m away Phil – the current love of my life – has been kind enough to update my blog’s front page daily and I could not think of a nicer way of thanking him than posting an article filled with pix of Noom – my other current love of my life. Which would make you think I shouldn’t have two loves of my life, much less one. But that’s the kinda guy Phil is. Easily abused. Of course, to be fair (to me) I wouldn’t be posting Noom’s photos if Phil would allow me to post pix of him. So, as usual, it’s not my fault. And, as usual, you are probably wondering how I manage to be in any sort of a relationship, period.

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Not that Noom originally was in favor of my posting his photos on my blog either. So all of the early ones are of his back. No problemo. That’s one of my favorite features of his. But after he decided he’d become an internet star, he allowed pix showing his face too. Just not nude shots. Which is probably a good thing ‘cuz picking out my favorite 7 shots of Noom was difficult enough and it woulda been rude if everyone was a clothing optional photo. Besides, that leaves me a second 7 Shots: Of Noom post to go. Unless Phil rethinks his stance first.

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It is also probably good I prepared this post before my trip. One of Noom’s favorite folders on my computer is the one bearing his name, filled with photos of himself. He browses through it on every trip. For hours. And while I still haven’t managed to wrap my mind around the concept of taking only seven photos of a place, Noom would have an even more difficult time limiting today’s post to only seven shots of him. And then I’d have to post seven days of 7 Shots: Of Noom posts just to make him happy.

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I thought I’d run these chronologically, but decided not to. After picking this set out I also thought I should select a few others where he is not wearing black. But he looks good in black. Almost as good as he does in the flesh. And although it was my original intent to not include any shots of him showing skin this time around, I decided not not to too. Mostly because the one I’ve included here is one of my favorites. Not just because of the skin or that he looks so adorable in it, but because it’s from a series of shots I took of him one morning and just before snapping this one, he farted. Which embarrassed him. But now that smile he has on his face in that shot takes on an entire different meaning, huh?

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The photo above is not one of the best I’ve ever taken of him either. But it is my favorite. Well, at least my favorite where he is not naked. It is from the period he decided to try out facial hair, which I prefer him without. But it is difficult to get a photo of him without his realizing his picture is being taken and without him then posing for the camera. And his smile in this shot is pure Noom. Happy with someone else’s enjoyment of life. And you have to admit it’s a better smile than his “Ooops, I just farted one”.

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What didn’t make the cut were any of those that Noom asked me to take. Which there are hundreds of. Anytime we are visiting somewhere he hands me his camera to take his photo preferably standing in front of some sign that identifies the locale. I know he is the important part of those photos, but I’m never sure if he wants the focus on him or the sign or landmark. If I decide it’s the landmark, after taking the photo, when he checks to see if it is acceptable – which he always does – he tells me I got it wrong and need to re-take the shot making it a close-up. If I decide he wants a close-up, then I didn’t get the entire landmark in as he wanted. So those are not only posed shots, but his fake smile is usually crumbling a bit because he’s had to instruct me on how to take a photograph. Again. I think I need to tell him how popular selfies are these days.

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Noom is always willing to pose for the camera. If I make it a quick enough of a shot I can captured a non-posed photo of him. Sometimes I resort to taking the shot with the face he wants on film, then I crack a joke and he laughs and I get the shot I wanted instead. Later that day when he goes through my shots to delete those he thinks suck, the non-posed ones get the axe. As do any naked ones that are too revealing. Fortunately he doesn’t know you have to empty the computer’s trash can too. I just have to be sly and not file those in the folder bearing his name or the next time he goes through it he gets a frown on his face, sure that he had deleted that shot in the past. So there’s a third version of 7 Shots: Of Noom – seven photos he thought no longer existed. Although I’d just as soon post seven shots of Phil and Noom together. But that’s up to Phil. Feel free to put any pressure on him that you’d like while he is handling my blog during my absence.

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But it is a blog and one out of three ain’t bad. Besides, Bangkokbois Pretty Gay Mostly About Thailand Blog For People Of Legal Age is just too wordy. But so is Dancing With The Devil In The City Of Angels, which is really the title of this blog.

As cool of a title as that is, Google just ain’t sharp enough to figure out that means this blog is mostly about Thailand. And pretty damn gay to boot. The penis part even Google figured out. Which is a good thing. ‘Cuz Bangkokbois Pretty Gay Mostly About Thailand With Lots Of Penis Blog For People Of Legal Age, I think, was taken by someone else.

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