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Adding to my previous post, there are 3 other snippets I thought of after reading Uncle's post above. One is that I studied Introductory Japanese about 15 years ago. Though now mostly forgotten through lack of use, I knew enough to hear some of what went on in the videos I was watching back then. The thing that impressed me most was the amount of NO and DON'T I heard, as well as HURTING ME. As one who likes to see Japanese girls cum all over, gangbanged, tortured, hurt, that turned me on savagely. In the scenes the implication was that these girls were being raped, and seriously harmed. Second, and related, I once downloaded some outtakes from a JPese site I was a member of briefly. One of these was extremely insightful. The girl was being fucked by a much older man, nothing special, only missionary position, but she was crying tears, yelling all of these NOs and stuff. Then he came and it was over. But the out take meant the camera was still rolling. As soon as the director had said CUT, she sat up and was laughing, yapping away to her fucker and all the crew around her, wiping away her tears. The pain and suffering was all an act, but a superbly horny one at that. Third. A mate of mine honeymooned in Hawaii. I remember him telling me that the hotel was full of JPese honeymooners. The walls were Lincoln Duncan thin, he said, and every night and day, in their room, my mate & his new wife were party to the noise of all these JPese wives doing exactly the same: making astonishing noise. So it's not just whores, it is deep in their culture, obviously (as rxpharm and others have said).

I guess I have been interested in cock issues always. My earliest memories of same however, date to about age eleven. In contrast to quick shower before school weekends allowed a long languid warm bath which always ended in orgasm. I have really clear memories of hiding my dick in my bumcrack and pretending to myself it had been cut off. I often came in this way. Oddly other cocks didn't interest me through school years. I had one golden opportunity to be molested by a sleazy old guy in a railway station toilet when I was 16, and turned him down; a decision I have spent decades regretting. I had to wait for graduate school at university and the liberties all that lifestyle brought to interest myself in others' cocks. Memories are much more vague of how I got into an interest in LBs. Magazines perhaps, or possibly adult video stores. Anyway, eventually I hired one ( called a transsexual back then), and the rest, as they say, is history. It was the best sex event I have ever had (discussed briefly in my Vietnam LBs thread). And there's been no turning back. However, I hasten to add that I now watch zero LB porn. In fact I watch little porn of any sort. But when I do get into it, it involves flat chested Japanese girls (GGs) being tortured and gangbanged, etc.

I'm a voyeur. I love the noise. I can walk away from a video or the computer and cum by just listening, no hands. Things like hotel rooms with thin Lincoln Duncan walls, all sorts of setups that let me hear their noise is one of the biggest turnons for me.

Living in VN produced in me much the same feeling. I learned quickly the traffic and motorbike damage potentials you guys refer to. Another thing that affected me was to learn to live with the diminutive: a tall clumsy oaf like me had to re-program entirely to get into and out of so many VNese spaces, houses, staircases, hotel lobbies, etc. For years, even though I got better, I kept bumping my head, bashing a shoulder or knee, tripping over. One learns eventually to move more elegantly I think, and as you say bb, to be intensely aware of what is about you (like low ceilings, protruding beams, etc.) Never do I go anywhere now where I am not checking out my surroundings, kind of like an infantry scout, for traffic, for uneven footpaths, for shoulder charging VNese coming in opposite direction, even for pickpockets. I find I now live within an acute consciousness, of which I am quietly but quite proud. Especially when I see blundering tourists and other foreigners stumbling, bumbling about the place. I recall one overweight fiftyish loudmouth white woman in a hotel lobby one evening years ago giving a big sigh of weariness and sitting down on the roof of the lobby's shrine box, candles flickering and red light blazing. The VNese were absolutely appalled (but politely said nothing); I was shocked; she remained completely oblivious.

Has anyone heard of the Thai telecommunications company Jasmine? Do any of you use it? I have googled and been to their website, but cannot see a way to access, sign up or begin to use it as a hotmail or yahoo type device for emailing or messaging.

I read this paper in its earlier form. Sam doesn't seem to have changed it too much for this 2010 version. My problem with it then remains: I don't think he answers his own question. Or, to the extent he does, it doesn't tell us that much. He tells us lots of interesting things about growing up and sexuality, but I still am totally unaware of why there are so many Thai LBs or transfolk or whatever we should be calling them. I think it's a bit thin to suggest it's because of culture and society. Because everything beyond a few genes is due to culture and society. Do we have to say Vietnam doesn't have as many LBs as Thailand because of culture and society? Or Indonesia similarly? Etcetera. However, I've never challenged Sam over this (and we have emailed about various other things), so I should not want to appear too harsh here. For I have no better answer. I still don't know why there are so many.

Yes, that's an M isn't it. It could also be Marvellous of course, or Magnificent (or Mine?). As Sam keeps telling us, it is indeed a close-to perfect prick.

Having a capital M on a chain around your neck is hardly using your actual name. Though I speculated it is likely to be her actual initial said name begins with. Were it representing a stage name surely that would be Chuling, the avatar she uses on Shemale Japan (unless she has n avatars of course), which would suggest she should have a capital C on the chain around her neck. These necklaces were all the rage among women of various ages in Australia 15 years or so ago. All the Andreas and Alices were wearing A, the Barbaras and Beverleys B, etc. Unfortunately Lana The Banana didn't wear a chain with an L; I have no info on whether it was common to use them for stage names. I have not seen one such thing in SEAsia. However, it does not surprise to see them now in trendy Japan. I'll bet someone else's salary her name is actually Minako, Miyagi, Mikiko, or somesuch.

How wrong can I be? The Shemale Japan site says in bio she was born in Hyogo Prefecture, Kansai region, central Japan. She grew up in nearby Osaka. Now lives and works in Tokyo. Likes reading. Maybe she's actually intelligent as well as stunningly gorgeous. O my ...

Nobody knows. But just thinking back 20 years to 1993 and conjecturing about what life would be like in 2013 may give some clue. Housing, work, cars, sex & romance, home gadgets, and all our other mainstream material culture were pretty much in place. The two big things to change dramatically over that double decade are computers and phones. So I predict we will see much change and faster change in that kind of gadget technology area and their flow-on effects (like computers taking over from print media). But probably not much change in many other things. We will still have war, especially sectarian and ideological clashes. Whether there will be more or less terrorism I wouldn't like to say. Education will continue to change. For a man of my type and values that implies more dumming down and less quality learning. (That's another thing reflected in the past 2 decades of change too.) I suspect there will be more travel and tourism, another trend continuing from the past 20 years. Poverty will increase or stay at about present levels, but the gap between rich and poor will continue to increase, and probably faster. Plenty of other things to think about, but those are possibly the main ones.

I've put a pic of her up as my desktop screen now. Seeing her image so many times today made me think: according to my stereotype image of what a Japanese looks like, she does not fit. Now I know all our stereos don't fit 100%, as diversity rules. But OK, for me she still don't look JPese. Maybe her screen avatar gives a clue: Chuling is a decidedly Chinese moniker, so perhaps she is an immigrant worker in JP. What's the M stand for then?

Sam, hours & hours & hours...

Yeh maybe gt, I have to go back to a long lost trip report to check.

That's our gal alright. Well spotted Sam. Just by way of confirmation, you can see in posts # 56 (pic 6), #71 (1), 77 (2) and 80 (1) the wristband she is wearing with amber beads in it is the same one as she has on in the clip. Also in the clip she has a neck chain with the letter M. She is also wearing that in post # 56 (pix 3 through 8) and post # 77 (pic 3 - just a hint of it). In the pix of post # 56 she also has the same outfit on: black top, black stockings and shoes. So her name? Mikiko, Miyake, Minako, ... One final thing to note from the clip: she is left handed. Ha!

Not so much planning as fantasy dreaming bb. No, I didn't miss that thread, but thanks anyway.

Ah sweet dreams are made of this ... My first two visits to 6/1 involved stopovers at a little back alley joint right near the Beach Rd end - forget name, have to see another thread to recall its name. Found a tall one with a full angel tattoo all down her back (no, no silver buttons). Scary. Good looking though she had some minor jaw alignment problem for which she wore a kind of wire mouthpiece. Lovely gal. Named Sandy. She was from the Muslim south and no longer young. Told me she was saving hard looking to the day when she is no longer attractive to custom, whence she will return home and open a business. A planner, nice to see. She has the straightest most attractive cock I have ever known intimately. Magnificent. When I had her in ST piss on me on the tiles of the bathroom, she gasped. Did it though, telling me after no-one had ever asked her to do that before. True or not I cannot say, but she seemed genuine, and why any need to lie about some trivia like that? Unfortunately both visits with her were in the days before bumblebee taught me to never go out without a camera. So I guess I'm just gunna hafta go back see her again, armed this time with the paraphenalia for putting that cock on display for posterity..

When I bring her back to Vietnam that's exactly how I'm going to dress her: floppy socks, shirt & tie, high school grey sweater and tartan skirt, big cock under her knickers - or maybe I'll request her do without the knickers. I can upskirt fondle her whenever that way.

O OK, thanks bb. Sam you thief, you.

What happened to all the pix of Chuling-san? Now I can only see, before Mr Stroker's post of today, posts from back in April. All that wonderful imagery from recent times of the planet's most Kensational ladyboy?

Thanks Sam. Likewise I miss you. Hope we can catch up in say, 2014. I won't be getting to Thailand this year by the looks of it.

Thankfully I have only seen a few over the journey. Death is not something I get off on. But I have had a near-death seeing experience of late. Some of you who know me well will have forgotten that once in one of my threads (don't have any idea which one) I mentioned my living arrangements here in Vietnam whereby the grand deal on my house entailed as trade-off an aged VNese couple living downstairs. Thankfully that arrangement collapsed some time ago. But the old lady concerned died week before last (cancer, aged 71). Wednesday and Thursday before last I attended the funeral. About my 7th or 8th VNese funeral, but this one more emotionally intense as I knew her far better than any of the others. VNese are big on death, to an extent I find somewhat gruesome. The funerals go for days (witch doctor and cost determine how long), with all sorts of partying combined with music, wailing, stick lighting, monks chanting, the whole box and dice. By the time I attended on the Wed she was in her box. But the day before is family day, when the corpse is laid out and dressed, then put in the box. This very day, today, ironically, one of the deceased's children showed me the photo albumn of the whole shebang. This telephone book thick photo collection had the first 30 pages full of pix of the corpse in various stages of that first day. I was surprised to see it looking so well, if you'll pardon my gallows humour. The cancer may have killed her, but her face still looked normal and healthy (all I could see was face, as she had been robed and beanied). It was very interesting to me to see pix of all her family, children and grandchildren, touching the body, kneeling beside it, praying, lighting sticks. Very powerful the way they confront death. Made me actually wish I'd been invited to that private day. I felt like I would have liked to see her one last time. As it was I only saw the box, placed there as centrepiece, then transported to the fire. VNese are so into death they had it all recorded by a pro photographer, as we in the West would for say, a wedding. So I didn't get to see her dead body, but the pix today were eery and moving.

She does indeed scrub up well. Chuling-san ichiban!

O those pix bring back such good memories bb. Thanks. I do love the soi so much.

Let's hope our Mr Arthur doesn't make too many gender changes.

I think it's a damn fine idea. When you have dead ground hidden in back of the buildings that hug each side of streets, such ground can be usefully taken up by building a complex like Action St back into it. You can see an example behind Sensations. That ground lies dormant except for Tues/Fri market stall holders who use it as a parking lot those 2 days of each week.