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In business parlance my introduction to LBs was more of a soft launch. (No, not in THAT sense! Insert massive eye roll here.) In fact, I can’t even remember when and where. It was in the very early 2000s, though, and somehow I recall it being in Patpong but I could be mistaken. Yes, I know, shameful to not have a better recollection of such a life altering event. Hmmm, maybe not so life altering after all, but rather an added pleasure in life’s journey. In 1995 I took advantage of an offer from my company to begin working in India. I had done a lot of traveling up to that point for work and pleasure, but had never been to that part of the world before. And, it was a good career move. During that first trip the sights and sounds of Bangkok while in transit to New Delhi (not to mention the sights and sounds there) practically made me dizzy. Exotic! Heaven! On the way back to the US I managed to have a few days in Bangkok. My marriage then was unraveling, and although I knew it was coming to an end I still refrained from imbibing in the pleasures of the flesh at that time. Infidelity by either party had not been a part of that break-up, nor that of my earlier marriage, and I simply felt better about keeping it that way. And, after all, I knew there would be plenty of time for that starting in the not too distant future. For a few years my deeply spiritually meaningful and loving relationships while in Thailand consisted of STs with GGs. At first I was especially addicted to soapy massages. It somehow made the debauchery seem, I don’t know, cleaner! Then the dark passage took me to the red light areas and ST rooms. And then finally the street. I had transformed into a monster! What was next, the gutter? OK, maybe just a bit of hyperbole. I had always noticed LBs, of course. I wasn’t repulsed by them by any means. I enjoyed their animated antics, husky voices, and sheer boldness. Striking curious creatures. Fun to play pool with too. But it was the petite GGs that had my interest at the time. I think it was the novelty of them, since in the US women barely five feet tall and weighing 90 pounds are a rarity. But, as I’ve mentioned before, it had always been the taller and more athletic women back home that had aroused my attention since my youth. So it was perhaps inevitable that LBs would win out in the end. I had by that time found myself more and more attracted to them, and less attracted to the petite GGs which I came to increasingly view as simply short and dumpy. So, the decision to go with a LB the first time wasn’t so much a major “I’m going to do it!” sort of thing as a resigned “Screw it, I’m tired of concerning myself if they are a LB or not.” I do admit that my first LBs were of the very “passable” type, or at least so it seemed to me at the time. Over the years that has given way to a broader acceptance of LB types. I still don’t care for the too obviously masculine ones, nor the ones that are too loud, but I don’t look for ultra-feminine GG replicas. So, taller ones, even ones with a bit of a beer belly, they’re all in play now. Needless to say, sex with a LB takes on new acts and dimensions. So with regard literally to the “taste” part of the title of this thread, I most definitely can’t get enough! Besides that, I increasingly find myself attracted to the person inside. “Brave”, “loving”, and “fragile” are not words that might immediately come to mind when talking of brash P4P LBs, but I have come to see them more and more over the years. The crass, low-brow mongers who leave their alcoholic world back home to come to an alcoholic vacation in LOS once a year don’t see any of that, of course. Then again, I didn’t at first see any of that either. As for moving to Thailand? No. LBs are part of the joys of now; a unique part of a unique world that can’t be keep grasp of forever. In the end, we all need to go home. Just ask Dorothy and ET.

I have done 10 trips in the last 6 years and when I get home I am planing the next trip to BKK ,I am the same no action in my town after 9 pm . yes the smells and the heat even at midnight in bkk very cool and all my local hangouts . I count the sleeps before I am there ONLY 4 MORE SLEEPS TO GO . And before I know it its time to head home . The plane trip to BKK seems to take for ever . Soon very soon, now not long to wait.

I remember that first time, and too, the few times after, which still had all the magic. Stepping out of the plane into that sauna, the taxi ride into Suk that seemed long because I was assaulted by sights lit up on both sides of me (my small city is virtually dead at midnight), the smells and food and electrick energy of the night. The million sights as I wandered out into the day after waking. I to did the prepack, dozens of unpack and check and repack cycle. Hell, for a few years, I'd come back and start packing some things I'd wished I'd had on the previous trip. The excitement of anticipation. Now not quite 10 years later I'm rather blase about the whole thing. I've actually started wondering if I really want to go. Is almost 4 months too long? Might a month of crazy fun be better? The last couple trips I was actually kind of glad to be home. The Thailand blues don't hit me anymore. The girls? well, I hit 60 and at this point I might not even think about sex for a week at a time. I plan to get a nice Cuban cigar and sit at big Dogs or the other spot where you can sit at the bar right on the street and just watch that crazy Fellini-esque scene playing out. I might just get on a bus and see where it goes. It's nice to let the big head do the thinking. I've seen Pattaya, not impressed. I'll head up to Isaan, my girl is probably as close to Laos as Udon T. Probably hit Laos and see what's there. Might do a bit of drinking in spots that are not awash in sexy girls. Night time on the Mekong, crazy stuff like that. Thailand and specifically Bangkok will always be a strong memory. I mean I hated cities, and I grew up an hour train ride across from Manhattan. Rarely went there, only for concerts. Oh and for a time a nut i worked with was hooked on it so we'd jet in, park just down the street from the Manhattan Criminal Courts building where he'd roll four joints which I'd just be lighting my second one while he was finishing off his then we'd hit fun Polish bars, odd little muserums that little people made and the like. Still it never really got under my skin like Bkk. Dunno about this trip. They've killed Soi 38 food row. That was my main spot, as it was a minute walk from where I've stayed for all these years. We got the junta, some nut bomber, curfews, and assorted nonsense. I'm sure it'll be an interesting trip in some or many ways. One can never say it's boring there.

Wheels up for me in about six hours. I am flying with Eva Air from Seattle to Taipei and connecting to Phnom Penh. I will be there for two weeks and then on to LOS. I will do my best to post updates on what's happening. Pdogg and premier gave me a list of bars and ladies to investigate.

For those of you who will be in town be sure to stop by and celebrate Lita's birthday at Lita's Bar on August 21st. This will be one party that you do not want to miss. The girls will be in rarer than rare form on this night, no doubt!

I lost faith in Kasikorn Bank and decided a few years ago I would never put any more money their way again. Thieving bastards. Back when I first moved to Pattaya, about a week before I departed from the UK, I transferred £10,000 to my Kasikorn Bank account which I'd had for about 4 years. Upon arrival in Bangkok I checked at a Kasikorn ATM and although it accepted my PIN it told me to "Contact your branch". Upon arrival in Pattaya a few days later I checked at an ATM again and the same happened, so I visited a branch. They checked my account on their system then told me "Sorry Sir, account closed", followed by a stupid Thai smile which meant I don't really care. There was a sum of money still in the account before it closed although not a lot, perhaps in the region of 4 or 5 thousand Baht which was either lost or stolen by them, whichever way you wish to look at it. Perhaps it was account inactivity or secret insurance which had drained the account and that was the reason it was closed. There was no explanation, just smiles and ineptitude. TiT. So who knows? About 3 weeks later and after considerable concern the funds eventually arrived back in my UK bank account, minus fees, naturally. Apart from the worry, inconvenience, plus the total cost to send my money for a 3-week jaunt around the world cost me almost £100 in fees. Add that to the money thieved and that's what's pissed me off with them. In the meantime I was stupid enough to open a new account with Kasikorn and after a while discovered money slowly disappearing. Later I found that to be this secret hidden insurance I never knew I had. I still have that account but it won't last long as I withdrew everything bar about B40. Hence my desire to open-up a new account with Bangkok Bank, which I have now done and funds transferred from home have since been received. A useful link for foreign customers wishing to open an account with Bangkok Bank: - http://www.bangkokbank.com/BangkokBank/PersonalBanking/SpecialServices/ForeignCustomers/Pages/Openinganaccountnew.aspx

I do believe that you Khun BigTel and your pal Khun KenW drew the map and posted the road signs........

Yes, so very sad and so very tragic. On the surface one could easily blame religion(s) on this type of ignorance, social injustice, human disrespect, and lack of acceptance, however I think it runs much deeper than that. For many men (I doubt there are a lot of women out there murdering transgendered people) I believe it goes deep into their own fear of what they secretly/subconsciously desire on occasion and by pounding the piss out of those desired objects (or murdering them), in their minds rids them of the torment of temptation and validates what they believe to be pure and right and all they aspire to be, even if false. You could scorch the earth of all religions and backward dogma but I doubt the overall human attitude towards homosexuality and transgendered individuals will change quickly. Perhaps this attitude is impossible for our species to overcome. Perhaps we are too limited. However I like to believe somewhere down the not too distant generational line it will happen. We have moved light years in my lifetime in terms of accepting gays. When I was a lad/teenager they were known as homos, fruits, and queers. And they were beaten to a pulp. Those references and actions don't happen anymore. Being "gay" today in my society is as acceptable and normal as Jack & Jill running up the hill. I hope the world will soon be enlightened when it comes to the transgendered. In the meantime I will pray for the souls that are damaged, even perished due to the intolerance, ignorance, and fear of others. And please don't get me going on the Catholic Church!!!

The forum has been very quiet on the Cambodia front of recent times. Well I'm due back in PP in about 3 weeks and I've just phoned a couple of old flames to sound out where all the ladyboys are working around town. I am reliably informed that Island Bar on 118 currently has 6 ladyboys on staff, which by PP standards is a shitload, and not necessarily a good thing in my book. From my experience this bar is one of the raunchier bars in PP where girls dance on the bar and I've seen guys just about fucking girls on the sofas. I've been with at least 3 of the 6 ladyboys at this bar so in actual fact I'll probably give it a wide berth, owing to the general clinginess/jealousy/immaturity of the PP ladyboy population. I actually far prefer the bars with a single resident ladyboy as you avoid a lot of bullshit! Anyway I am in town for a week and will probably hit at least 30 bars and all the clubs and will post an update at the conclusion. Cheers premier

My first trip to Thailand was the most anticipated trip of my life and I had travelled most of the globe up until then. I prepared for almost a year reading the various forums and befriending some members even before meeting them. Prior to the trip I researched, read, and did as much detailed sleuthing about the country as best I could. As the departure date approached I was excited beyond belief not really knowing whether this Land of Smiles was all fantasy or real. I decided it was best not to have high expectations and set out on my trip thinking that whatever I was about to encounter would be an adventure. I was very naive at the time. I packed a ridiculous abundance of Cialis, lub, and condoms. You'd think I was 18 and about to fuck a buffalo herd. I was shaved in areas that hadn't been that smooth since I was a year old. When I think back it was all very silly. I booked my hotel in Bangkok months in advance. I had everything planned down to the finest minute detail. I printed maps, studied the public transit system and knew how I was going to get from the hotel (Majestic Grande) to the circus of Soi 4. I had all of the landmarks I've read about on Soi 4 and Sukhumvit plotted out. I was ready and way, way beyond giddy. The night before my departure I was like a antsy kid on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa Claus to arrive. I could not sleep. In the morning I arrived at the airport at least 4 hours before the flight's departure. I was pumped to say the least. I had 3 flight connections and flew for close to 24 hours before I touched down at Swampy. I think I was the first off the plane. I had organized a fast track with some company. They met me as I disembarked and scooted me through customs, baggage, and into a taxi. It went very fast. It was after 23h00 when I arrived in Swampy. I was checked in the hotel by 00h30. Knowing that the bars would be closing at 02h00 I was convulsing with getting over to Soi 4. I showered, shaved, and scooted out of the hotel by 01h00. I asked the doorman where Soi 4 was and he looked at me oddly for a beat or two. He then pointed to an alleyway from the hotel (Soi 2). He said go straight and turn left which I did as quickly as my little feet could take me. Within a minute I found the motherlode of Soi 4. I was there finally!!! It was wonderful and I strolled slowly taking in the magic of seeing this place for the first time. Then I hit Camelot, NANA PLAZA!!! I walked into the centre of the plaza and just looked up and rotated dizzily taking in the neon and human traffic. I swear I was moving in slow motion. It was breath-taking and I was smiling like the cheshire cat. I was in Wonderland, in NeverNeverLand. I don't think I have ever been happier in my entire life. The clock was ticking. The bars were going to close soon. I was beyond fatigued but to hell with sleeping. I had read all about the ladyboy bars in Nana. Obsessions, Cascade, Temptations, Casanova, etc. I wanted to see them all but time was limited. I had to move fast. So I made a bee-line to Obsessions, walked straight in and when I saw the gaggle of gorgeous ladyboys on stage my heart was pounding out of my chest. I sat down, ordered a drink and I believe starting drooling out of the side of my mouth. I wanted them ALL!!! I simply could not believe what was in front of me. I was fixated and my legs were paralyzed. It was fine if I never moved from the spot for the rest of my life. There are no words to describe the wonderment of it all. Within 5 minutes of getting there I noticed a real beauty off to the side leaning against the wall. I made eye contact and beckoned her over. She smiled and walked towards me, sat, took my hand, rubbed my thigh, and asked if I liked her. I mumbled yes and immediately paid the bar fine. Within 10 minutes I was in and out of Obsessions with my very first ladyboy in my entire life. I walked from Nana Plaza back to my hotel proud as a peacock and couldn't believe my good fortune. As we entered my room I was extremely nervous. I had gone over this scenario over and over again in my head for years but now I was like a schoolboy taking a communal shower in gym for the first time. She remained calm and sweet. She showered as I waited on the bed fidgeting like a retarded Woody Allen. She came out wrapped in a towel and snuggled up to me. Before I knew it I had a ladyboy cock in my hand for the first time. And it was rock hard. Yipppeeeeee. Then in my mouth!! Yippeeeee squared. She was soft, gentle, and kissed like an angel. My first experience with a ladyboy was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Then she asked if I wanted her to fuck me. "What?!?!" I said. Hmmm I never thought of that. Stupidly, that part of the ladyboy experience never occurred to me before. It frightened me. I had never done that. She said she would be gentle and I believed her so I tried. Hahahahaha!!! I simply couldn't do it. It hurt like hell even though she was of modest size. I declined which she was fine with. We then proceeded to satisfy each other in other ways and it was nothing short of immense bliss. That was my first night in LOS. For two weeks I pranced around the neighbourhood and had LBs and GGs galore. It was heaven. I would get up early in the morning and wander over to Lolita's for my AM blow job. From there I would have a inexpensive lunch and then hang in the various beer bars on Soi 4. I would spend the afternoons just watching the scene. At 16h00 I'd go back to hotel to shower, shave, and prepare for the evening. By 17h30 I was back at Nana sitting at the railings of Big Dogs or Lucky Luke's to watch the parade. Suddenly I was an ancient decadent Roman Senator spending my days fucking; eating; fucking; drinking; fucking; meeting friends; fucking; relaxing; and fucking again. I felt I had died and was in heaven. By the time my first trip was coming to an end I had already organized a return trip for 5 or 6 weeks later. There was no way in hell I was going to stay way from my new found Garden of Eden. I soon returned for another 14 days and once again booked another trip. This pattern continued for that entire year. I believe I made 7 trips back to Bangkok during my first year. AND I had not discovered Pattaya yet. That happened the following year. During my first year I went through the standard withdrawals. I hated leaving Thailand. I hated being back home. I hated work. I yearned for Thailand. I lived every day dreaming about my next departure date. All I could think about was how to get back and when. My life's pre-occupation became organizing my work and finances allowing me to get back to Thailand. I spend countless hours trying to figure out a way to move there permanently. It was all very serious but as time went on with realities kicking in and as I learned more and more about Thais, how they see things, their beliefs, etc. my enthusiasm waned. This has more to do with the practical aspects of my life than anything else. Nowadays, years later, I try to get back a few times a year. I do miss the great friends I had the good fortune to make on these forums. I miss meeting up with them and just being carefree. I miss Bangkok and its vibe. I miss Pattaya and all that is bizarrely special there. I miss the food and certainly miss the weather. So yes. There is no where on earth I would rather be. Discovering the Land of Smiles is without a doubt a true highlight in my life. I consider myself blessed to have had the opportunity to experience the phenomenon of Thailand. Truly a special place on God's green earth.