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22 Sunday Jun 2014
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21 Saturday Jun 2014
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I prefer more upscale accommodations in Bangkok, but know a lot of gay visitors want a cheap place close to the action. At under $20 a night, the Gemstone Bangkok Hotel might be perfect for you. I’d not heard of this gay-owned boutique hotel before but found an article about it on Gay Farang, a blog / tourist site offering tips on several less known places to rest your head including a gay-friendly hostel in Silom. It may be worth your while to spend some time checking out the site.
5 Yoga Poses To Make You A Better Bottom is no more applicable for me than cheap accommodations in Bangkok are, but should be required reading for every hottie I may some day do.
And while we are on the subject of my future sex partners improving themselves (for my sake), Angie Angel, a Chicago-based sexpert offers advice on how to grapefruit your man. You’ll never stroll through your local grocery store’s produce aisles without getting a chub again after watching this video.
Soi Twilight (Gay Life in Bangkok and Other Hot Places) is a WordPress blog that kinda looks like it belongs on Tumblr instead. And ya gotta click around a lot. But it’s a cute blog and features lots of twinks so I’m sure you’ll make the effort.
Stickman posted a good article last week about the free Muay Thai matches at MBK, with lots of good info, some good pix, but he forgot to mention how hot the guys were. Breeders, whatchya gonna do?
This week’s NSFW Tumblr link, The Asian Male Form, claims it hosts pix of the World’s Hottest Asian Men. And that may not be bragging.
Americans get a lot of flak for being totally clueless when it comes to geography, but then when you are the center of the universe do you really need to know where Djibouti is? Besides, we are not the only ones who can’t tell Iran from Iraq. Or New York from New Jersey as the case may be as shown in The Stereotype Map of Every U.S. State According To British People.
Since male figure skating is about as gay as you can get, I’m surprised the The Rink Ice Arena on the seventh floor of the Central Plaza Grand Rama 9 shopping mall isn’t more popular with the gay touri crowd in Bangkok. There’s eye candy, it’s a good place to beat the heat (I said heat damn you!) and makes for a good daytime outing for your boy du jour, especially if he’s never had on ice skates before.
In this week’s World Cup news that matters, the boys at Andrew Christian have a new video out, Un-Cupped, featuring both porn stars and the brand’s underwear models modeling their new C-Ring briefs, which is underwear that includes a nylon band where the pouch is that works as a cock ring, giving you two reasons to take a look. Technological advances are such a wonderful thing.
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20 Friday Jun 2014
Posted The Boys In The Bar
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“I bet you a hundred baht you can’t light a match using only one hand,” the farang challenged So, passing over a book of matches as though the deal – if not the match – had already been struck. So snorted; there was nothing he couldn’t do when he put his mind to it. He looked at the closed book in his hand for a minute, then opened it as usual to pull a match out. The farang smacked his arm lightly, laughing. “No!” he smiled, “Only one hand.” He took the matches back from So, closed the book, and then handed it back again. With a slight smirk on his face.
So carefully considered the closed book of matches in his hand again planning his best course of action. Then moved it up against his chest to provide a base for opening its cover. The farang laughed again, pulled So’s hand away from his chest and admonished, “Hands only.” So placed the book on the table in front of him, managed to flick the cover open with one hand, and then began pulling, pushing, twisting, and pinching a single match trying to free it. It disintegrated before he could coax it out of the book.
He tried again. With the same result. Frustrated, he eyed the matchbook some more. “Impossible,” he muttered. Then with a knowing smile handed the matches back to the farang, offering his own version of the challenge. “I bet you 200 baht you can can light match only one hand.”
The farang laughed. Then asked him what he’d get if So lost the bet. So scowled; he never lost bets. And he wasn’t giving the farang anything even if he did. He pushed the matchbook into the farang’s hand to settle the matter.
With one hand the farang deftly thumbed the matchbook cover open, and then bent a match at its edge backwards. Flipping the matchbook over he struck the match by running it along the friction strip away from him with a quick flick of his thumb. Which not only lit the match but a satisfied gleam in the farang’s eye as well. “Looks like I owe you 200 baht,” he smiled, passing two one hundred baht bills over.
So took the money. Hesitantly. But the farang was still smiling so he slipped it into the waistband of his underwear. A bet is a bet. And baht is always baht. But the farang wasn’t done with him yet. “I bet you 2,000 baht you won’t come back to my hotel and spend the night with me,” he said softly, his needs and desires plainly evident in his eyes.
It took So a moment to work his way through the logic of that challenge, looking for the trick. There was none. “You lose again,” he laughed and nodded at the mamasan to tally the farang’s check bin while he scooted off to dress for the streets. That’s how he found himself stretched out in bed next to this strange man two nights later, the only one of the two still awake in the morning’s early hours, seemingly alone were it not for the soft susurration of the farang’s breathing. Comforted by the man’s closeness and the memory of the days they’d just spent together, So wrapped his body around the farang’s and nodded off back to sleep.
The bar had been slow the night they met, a small group of local gay boys who’d just come to watch and giggle, two expats who rarely if ever booked someone – and when they did always went for the younger looking boys – and a pair of tourists, a mountainous couple who looked like they’d left the third bear with a baby-sitter, were the only customers. Business during the middle of the week was always spotty. And then the farang walked in.
Of course So noticed him when he made his way into the bar, business was so slow everyone noticed when fresh meat arrived. He didn’t come to an abrupt halt, his eyes fixated on the almost naked boys on stage like a first-timer would. But he didn’t ignore the staff and head to where he wanted to sit like those who frequented Bangkok’s gay gogo bars often did either. Instead he acknowledged the boys on stage with a smile, greeted the captain in a friendly manner, and using quick hand gestures ordered a drink for himself and the mamasan almost before he sat down. So decided this one had potential. But thought he should wait. And watch. Just to be sure.
His barmates had noticed the farang’s willingness to spring for drinks too and not being quite as reticent several made a beeline for where the farang sat. What will be will be, So thought leaning against the club’s small bar as though it was a floor he was doing pushups on so that his muscles rippled in the light refracted by the mirror behind the bar. He used that mirror to keep a close eye on how the farang responded. This one was different. He didn’t melt as soon as a bar boy put his hands on him, didn’t flinch or panic from their onslaught. He remained friendly towards all, cracked a joke that the mamasan laughed at even though she probably didn’t understand it, but turned down all requests for a drink too. One by one the boys who’d approached him got the message and moved away only to be replaced by a second wave who similarly were quickly dispensed with. So decided the farang was just looking, not buying. And then walked to the stage to take his turn in the rotation, first adjusting himself for effect.
From the stage he had a better view of the man. So studied him as he slowly moved from spot to spot in what the bar called dancing and what So considered posing. He was of middle age, and seemingly comfortable with that fact. He had a hawk nose, a too prominent jaw; the leanness of his face was highlighted by the wild, wavy hair around it. And yet he was attractive. So decided his beauty was in the sum of his faults. Even his eyes were too deep-set, yet all the more visible for it. Maybe it was the tiny lines that came to life around his eyes, the little crinkling of flesh that came and went when he spoke. His eyes were very expressive, immediately warm. And the intelligence of the man was obvious. So was intrigued.
He watched the man watch the boys on stage, noted that he tended to give the boy directly in front of him his full attention for a minute, focusing on his face rather than on the bulge their skimpy underwear highlighted rather than hid. Occasionally his eyes traveled downward from a boy’s face, more often than not with a quick smile he focused his gaze elsewhere until the next boy took his spot. When it was So’s turn their eyes met and he was sure the man beamed an even wider smile than he had been displaying. His gaze seemed to linger on So even after he moved away. Maybe . . .
After his turn on stage was over there was still something that kept So from approaching the farang. Maybe it was a fear of rejection, the man had turned away almost a dozen of So’s barmates already. Including his brother Wit who rarely if ever struck out. So waited, ignoring the man. And then snuck a quick glance his way while pushing himself off the edge of the stage so that his muscles bulged with the effort of driving his weight. The farang had snuck a quick glance at So too. With a smile on his face So approached the man, slid into the booth next to him and said, “My name So.”
The farang responded by pulling out a book of matches and saying, “I bet you a hundred baht you can’t light a match using only one hand.”
A very gray Friday morning sat outside the window when So awoke again, the moist heat of the city already working overtime. He could hear noises from the street; the sound of a truck passing by was deafening. The light cord above the table across the room stirred with the vibration. Then the truck was gone. The familiar scent of a local brand of cigarettes mixing with the unfamiliarity of a stranger’s scent permeated the room. So squinted, looking through one half-opened eye at the still dozing farang, his forehead crinkling with contemplation as he felt himself growing hard, a trick he usually had to summons with effort to keep his customers happy. Why this farang? he wondered, momentarily confused by his body’s response.
At the bar So had considered him a one-time, long-time off. But the following morning neither had mentioned So leaving and instead they had spent the day together. The farang knew Bangkok, possibly better than So did and he’d tagged along while the farang had tended to business never feeling like a third wheel. The farang was attentive, friendly, and made So feel like he was supposed to be at his side. And he was generous too. They’d had lunch at CentralWorld, strolled through a few shops afterwards, and when So’s eyes hovered over a pricey shirt on display in one of the store’s windows rather than ask if he wanted one the farang asked him what size he wore and then made the purchase without further discussion. He’d bought So underwear, socks, and a pair of pants too; more as a concession to So still wearing his clothes from the night before than as gifts for the time they spent together. Later, when So tested him by eyeballing a display of cellphones, the farang laughed. And then turned right around and bought him some scented lotions they’d stopped to sniff-test at a small boutique.
That So would spend the next night with him again was never discussed either. The farang simply mentioned they’d stop in at his bar later to pay his off fee. And when they did, the farang’s entire focus remained on So despite their arrival coinciding with the bar’s big cock show. So had never known a farang to not rivet his entire attention on that display of cock on parade. It made him feel special. Like they were a couple. Like they were together. As meant to be. And when he excused himself so that he could send his wife Noi a text that he wouldn’t be home again that night – feeling a bit guilty over his absence and a bit relieved that he wasn’t there to further deal with the furor that Lek’s arrival had caused – the farang displayed none of the jealousy or possessiveness that multiple-off bookings usually did. He seemed confident in the two of them being together. So sighed. Maybe that was what he found so attractive about the man. Because there certainly was nothing special about his looks.
Last night after they’d returned from his bar, showered, and traded orgasms, So had taken a chance and told the farang how happy he was. He’d gotten one of the man’s satisfied, enigmatic smiles in response and then their conversation drifted into talking about the future. The farang told him that he came to Bangkok several times a year on business, and then made it clear without making it an issue that in the future when he did they would be together. So made no promises in return, wanted to believe the farang, but had heard that type of line many times before. And then never heard from his customer again. But this one was different. They were comfortable together. And So allowed himself to believe. Just a bit.
So sensed the farang waking, the pattern of his breathing changing the stillness of the room. He got up, used the toilet, hoping that was the reason for his hardness. It wasn’t. Scooping up a washcloth So returned to the bed; kneeling next to it he used the cloth on the farang’s cock. The washcloth was wet, warm and So felt the farang growing hard in his hands. He tossed the washcloth aside, climbed on the bed, his knees next to the man’s chest. He bent forward and took the farang in his mouth, his butt in the air, blocking the now awake farang’s view of the rest of the world.
The man’s right hand reached up and stroked So’s outside thigh. Then moved to his crotch and settled on So’s hard cock. Bending forward again, So lightly nibbled at the man’s stiffness, then swallowed the engorged tip, sucking hard. He moved his inside foot against the man, sliding it onto his chest; threw his leg over, straddling him, his butt still in the air, now squarely in front of the farang’s face. So wiggled his butt, sucking, working his tongue. His ass came down moving toward the man’s face. The farang flashed his right hand hard against his cheek, a sharp crack in the quiet room. And he laughed, happy with So’s efforts, content just to be with him, pleased with the spark that had kindled the fire of their friendship. A warm feeling spreading through his entire body, So laughed too,thinking maybe this would be The Farang.
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20 Friday Jun 2014
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19 Thursday Jun 2014
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Chiang Mai’s Wat Chedi Luang is one of the more popular temples among visitors because of its accessible location and because in all things size matters. It ginormous chedi makes it a favorite must-see and its well-publicized monk chat program makes the temple a favorite must-do too. For the totally clueless, local tour operators offer a visit on their City Temple Tour programs, and for the braver touri – or at least those not directionally challenged – there are numerous ‘self-guided’ walking tours of the old city that include a stop at the wat on their itineraries. There are other wats within the city that offer monk chat programs too, other wats nearby that are far more spectacular, historically significant, and/or that house Buddha images or relics that rate higher among the faithful. But Wat Chedi Luang reigns supreme in tourist numbers, just behind Doi Suthep, which pulls huge numbers in partially because few mention that it is in fact just another wat, albeit one with an incredible mountain-top view of the city.
As popular as Wat Chedi Luang and a few other temples within the city are, with the exception of Doi Suthep your visit is seldom marred by a horde of your fellow touri descending on the place in mass. Which is a good thing. Even if it is not your religion temples are meant for quiet reflection. Having to elbow your way through a crowd to catch a peak of the Buddha is not the best way to experience any religious site. Except perhaps the Vatican. There are times during the day when the more popular wats are most popular, but those hours are often the same that any self-respecting touri is still in bed. Sure you may miss out on giving alms to the early morning parade of Buddhist monks, but there are temples that hold afternoon alms giving sessions too. And if you really feel your visit to Thailand would not be complete without chatting with a monk, just like other human beings you’ll find them much more talkative, not to mention awake, if you chat them up after lunch rather than when their little brains are still trying to wake up; caffeine is a no-no for baby monks so they have to rely on their body’s own abilities to get the same kick that Starbuck’s provides to you.
There is a lot to do and see in Chiang Mai. Your days can easily become quite crowded trying to fit everything in. To a point where you need a vacation from your vacation. And while many of those activities are strictly daytime events, and although touring temples is geared towards doing so while the sun shines, hitting a wat or two at night can free up more time for riding elephants, being mauled by a tiger that wasn’t as drugged as its handlers thought, or visiting the Disneyland version of a hilltribe village. Huh. Come to think about it spending your daytime hours catching up on your sleep might be a better way of spending your afternoons in Chiang Mai anyway.
The first time I visited Wat Chedi Luang was at night. Although that didn’t really count. We wandered into its forecourt during a visit to the Sunday Night Market, took a quick peak inside the wiharn, and then went back to shopping not having a clue about what the temple had to offer. I stumbled upon the wat again during another trip still not knowing about its humongous chedi out back. But since that visit was during the day and the path toward the rear better lit I did manage to discover the chedi and then – as I’m wont to do – looked the temple up on Google after the fact. It wasn’t until several years and several trips later that I decided to check out the wat at night again. And not on a Sunday night when the entire area is a mass of humanity.
There are no monks to chat with at night, and the wat’s grounds are dark and poorly lit. Except for the chedi bathed in a yellow glow. It’s an even more impressive sight at night. And generally, you have the entire place to yourself. All of the smaller chapels that line the perimeter of the chedi are open at night too and those that house waxen images of (I guess) famous monks take on an even eerier glow after dark. It’d be a great place to take your kids for Halloween, or whenever you needed to scare them into behaving. The reclining Buddha looks much better at night too, you even forget to compare it to the larger one at Wat Pho. And there are no vendors trying to sell you a caged bird to free – so you get both peace and quiet and the bonus karma points of not participating in a merit making activity that the Buddha would rather you didn’t participate in in the first place.
The large wiharn at the front of the temple’s grounds has an entirely different feel to it at night too. The gold used throughout really shimmers in the light and the massive pillars that lead to and flank the main altar seem even more grandiose. I have to assume, as I did, those who make an unplanned visit to the wat at night never realize there’s so much more to be seen further back. A large sign, something like Big Chedi with an arrow, would help ‘cuz the path leading deeper into the grounds is just part of a driveway and doesn’t look like it really goes anywhere special. But then again maybe that would encourage too many nighttime visits and the wat’s ambiance at night would change.
Of course there is the Night Safari at the Chiang Mai Zoo for competition, and they have ladyboys. So nighttime temple hopping may never really catch on. But if you make the effort, quite a few of the more spectacular wats within the city light up their grounds when the sun goes down and provide a completely different experience for visitors. Which is a nice change from hanging out at the Night Bazaar again.
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19 Thursday Jun 2014
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18 Wednesday Jun 2014
Posted This Is Thailand . . .
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First it was the Big Cock Show! on Soi Twilight, now it’s the taxi scams at Suvarnabhumi. If someone doesn’t do something about the National Council for Peace and Order (NCPO) soon, before you know it you’ll be able to visit the Grand Palace without finding that it is closed. And then how are you gonna get to visit three wats for only 25 baht?
With the army now running things, Thailand is at a crossroads. And under the guise of the military’s “Bringing happiness back to Thai people” program it’s taking a giant step down that slippery slope to ruin. The country has worked diligently over the last fifty years to earn its world-renown reputation and in less than a month the generals in charge of the nation have taken draconian measures to insure that reputation becomes a fond memory of the past. Where once the kingdom was known for sex, shopping, and scams – a trifecta that wasn’t difficult to find in one singular experience – the junta seems hell bent on stamping out both corruption and those things that go bump and grind in the night. And where is the happiness in that?
Even down in Pattaya things are getting ugly happy. A week ago they raided Sunee Plaza (again). And now the authorities are cracking down on the under-age bars on Walking Street. The raids in Sin City have been coming so fast and furious that sexpats barely have the time to take to the internet forums to wail about the end of life as they know it before the next one occurs. And back up in Bangkok the military has installed encampments both opposite the end of Soi Twilight and by Soi Cowboy, Thailand’s two most popular boulevards dedicated to prostitution (depending on whether you prefer innies or outies) to enforce happiness on the city’s commercial sex workers. With the recent closing by authorities of the Dolly prostitution complex in Surabaya, Indonesia it looks like SE Asia as a sex tourist destination is quickly becoming a thing of the past. Soon the only place left in the world where you can go for cheap sex will be the rural south of the USA. And face it, a toothless hummer at any price is never a good deal.
Of course it’s not just about sex, because even illicit sex is about money when done right. The NCPO is busy stamping out the tradition of tea money wherever its exists. From raiding bootleg DVD shops in Pattaya, to suppressing human trafficking gangs who prey on foreign migrant workers by forcing a mass exodus of illegal Cambodian immigrants, to installing billboards in Bangkok that preach against corruption using the unThai-like tag line “People who cheat must go to jail”, to eradicating illegal beauty clinics that use social media to advertise their services online, to the junta’s crackdown on the premiums charged for lottery tickets bearing the luckiest numbers on them, to putting an end to the taxi mafia’s rule of terror in Phuket, to a crackdown on drugs wherein narcotics officials are no longer allowed to boast about the quantity of drugs seized and instead are being forced to focus on busting the drug peddler kingpins, to stopping Bangkok taxi drivers and motocy taxis from gouging fares, to bringing an end to the time-honored holiday tradition of the jet ski scam in Pattaya, happy bank accounts in Thailand are quickly becoming extinct.
Sure the junta forced Thailand’s television monopoly to broadcast all 64 World Cup matches for free. But at the same time it is cracking down on football gambling, both online and offline, as well as SMS lucky draws. And how can you enjoy a World Cup match if there’s no chance you’ll win a few hundred baht on the outcome? If this keeps up happy Thais are gonna replace that three finger salute they borrowed from The Hunger Games with a one fingered salute that everyone in the world understands.
Maybe putting an end to the more popular scams tourists face daily in Thailand sounds like a good idea, but for old hands knowing enough to not fall for one of those con games makes repeat visitors happy. Because it’s not that misery loves company but that the misfortunes of others will always put a smile on your face. “The Grand Palace was closed?” we scoff with a slight smile on our faces . . . nothing says happiness like the feeling of being superior. But now all of that is about to change. And it’s not just the pleasure of watching others being scammed that is doomed. The warm fuzzies you get from being confronted by a scam – those unique greetings of rip-offs that tell you that you are firmly back on Thai soil once again – are meeting their bloody end too.
The NCPO’s latest victim of happiness is the taxi mafia at Suvarnabhumi. Major General Nirundorn Samutsakorn of the 11th Military Circle says the NCPO will be computerizing taxi operations at the airport to improve the country’s image and to prevent problems such as passengers left stranded on the road, over-charging of fares, and drivers acting improperly. Under the new system, which will be implemented by the end of the month, airport taxis and drivers would be required to register in a computer system and cab queues would be managed by a card system. All drivers would have to accept the passengers and destinations they get, which will depend on the luck of the draw. “It is expected that the mafia system will disappear, as there will be no need for someone to screen passengers for the taxis,” he said.
In the past, drivers who wanted to score the better paying long-distance fares to outlying regions, like Pattaya, had to pay the mafia to direct passengers their way. And even those taking short haul fares into the city paid to be given premium passengers instead of those who could barely afford to be scammed. Like backpackers. With the NCPO’s latest plan to make Thais happy, drivers will no longer have the mafia to trust in but will be forced to trust in the gods instead. And the military, as one of those gods, wants to put an end to the airport taxi fixed fare scam too.
Where once your not smiling taxi driver greeted you with a “Sawatdee ka,” and “500 baht, okay?” the smiling drivers of tomorrow will have to get their happiness from the meter. And that means no more playing dumb to see how far down the road you can get the driver to take you before you turn down his offer and force him to use the meter. Those happy times are no more thanks to the NCPO. With the new taxi regulations at the airport, you might as well be landing at Changi Airport. But wait! There’s more happiness!
Those travelers in the know have always been happy about avoiding the 50 baht airport surcharge added to your fare at the official taxi queue by grabbing a cab outside of the fourth floor departures gates. Even the recent installation of barriers to prevent passengers from exiting at that floor did little to stop the practice of grabbing a cheap fare into town. Under the NCPO’s new airport system this practice will no longer be illegal. Maj Gen Nirundorn said there would be no more mafia chasing taxis away on the fourth floor. Under the new system, taxis will be allowed to pick up passengers immediately after a drop off, but will not be allowed to park and wait for a fare. So now, not only will first-time visitors get the advantage of what once required years of visits to benefit from, but it’ll take you hours after landing before you can go native and find a law to ignore.
And therein lies the rub. General Prayuth and his National Council for Peace and Order think they know the will of the Thai people. They believe free music concerts, free hair cuts, and free movie tickets to see The Legend of King Naresuan Part V is what will make the Thai people happy. And despite his comment that “Thai people, like me, have probably not been happy for nine years, but since May 22, there is happiness,” the measures being taken are not spreading smiles in the Land of Smiles. Because no one profits when you wipe out corruption. No one makes a fistful of baht when you put an end to scams. No one is going to be happy when you cut off a major source of their income. And their way of life. And those of us who have traveled to Thailand for decades, who know and love the country for what it is, are not gonna be happy when you change the very things that made us fall in love with the kingdom in the first place.
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18 Wednesday Jun 2014
Posted Hump Day Is Bump Day
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