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The goss last week was that Candy Bar currently has 5 LBs in attendance. Problem: on good advice 2 have had the chop and 1 is a crazy. So in fact, for a man of my type for whom cock is a must, that reduces the value of the joint to 2 LBs. One of those remains unknown to me. The other, Sophia, formerly known by another name, is nice. She went with Soc999 a couple times, as he reports in his TR thread. Her English is good. Not exactly the density of soi 6 or soi Buakhao, but 136 St is an interesting hangout.

Finally, the consequences for me. As I have explored through the thread, the biggest consequence has been a complete re-thinking, on my part, of the attributes I count as important in choosing the ideal LB. After several days of tossing this about across my synapses, I now realise there has been a dramatic downgrading of importance for former key attributes such as skin colour and cock colour. Complementing this has been an insertion of new key attributes such as comfort, compliance, silence. It is also important to me now that she does not like to go with customers, does not want to prostitute herself unless it is absolutely necessary to her financial survival. I’ve not thought much about that before. For I quite enjoy whores. But here is a girl who eschews that lifestyle and much to my surprise, I find I’m proud of her. Snow White, as you can see, has forced a complete shakeup of my perspective. Of course, as I had emphasised in earlier posts, if she’s full of shit, then nothing changes. She goes off whoring as before. My future visits to PP are also as before: going with as many gals as one can find and enjoy. However, should she not be full of shit, then it looks like I am headed for a session – however long or brief no-one can know – of LB girlfriendom. This has crept up on me, whacked me, given me a bit of a shock. It’s neither what I wanted nor what I sought. But it’s happened. In the laps of the gods strange things rise up.

Nothing to report. Boo hoo. Maybe her visit to the company was a one-off.

Damn! I re-size all my pix, how come this won't sit within the thread frame? Help Bb...!

And here's Snow White, my new love, in her black & white:

Here's the lovely Lulu in a cute little white number:

And the consequences for others? These are pretty straightforward and opposite, as I see it anyhow. Should Snow White be full of shit, like so many of our Southeast Asian beloveds are, filling our heads with words of love and their own pockets with our responses to that, then despite all she has said to me, she continues as before with her bar tactics. This means she remains available to those who go seeking her. With one caveat, she insisted to me that in the past she has been selective about who she will agree to go with. But she is there for nice guys who can go to her bar and convince her they are worthy. On the other hand, if there is some chance that her words carry a degree of genuine meaning, and that all she repeated to me over the course of several days is more or less true, then she is for the moment off limits. I don’t want this spiel to get to a place where I sound big headed selfish territorial. But she did insist she loved me, claimed she could see the first night at the bar I was no ordinary customer (evidence: I had gone to the bar seeking her out; knew there was a LB cashier there; I knew her name), and as of my departure swore her faithfulness to yours unruly. If any of this is more than bullshit, it means she is no longer in the loop for those who might seek her out for fun or otherwise. I guess only time will tell which way this will unfold. Like all good hypotheses, it can be put to the test.

There sure is something interesting my friend, as we discussed. No VN visit at this stage. I don't want to get too carried away too quick. Step by step. I'm still wary, and will take things as they come over time, see what transpires. I am pondering. I've got a few rough thoughts in my head, some of which I'll write here when they come together. I would not see myself giving up Lulu, or VN or Sunee femboys. Does that make me a rat? I have to think about all that. See where I'm at. I hope it's doable. We'll see. I am unsure about her, and about what she wants. Of course money ("you take care me"). But it aint that simple, and I'm not sure what more complicated and complex things are involved. But yes, life is good (touch wood, go away Hubris).

Thanks dc, yes interesting to ponder. I've got a few more thoughts yet before the TR is formally concluded. They're still coagulating in my head.

Never mind Sam, I enjoyed and appreciated the mushiness.

Now, the consequences for Snow White. Remembering, or for those who have not followed the thread thus far informing, she works as a cashier in a GG bar. She herself is not employed as a bar girl. Though her boss is at ease with her going with any customer should they fancy each other. I can think of the following possibilities; some of you no doubt know others. She is a complete liar and doyadown, who has heaped bullshit on Ken, none of it turning out to be true. On with the usual fucking. Ken is just another guy – seen his type before – who talks a good game, goes home and forgets her, so she, a girl jilted, goes back to the bar convinced life is no different post-Ken than before-Ken. She: indifferent. Customers come and go, as they did before. She goes with some, rejects others. (She told me she had a track record of this choosiness – if she is to be believed.) She has huge disillusionment over the week with Ken, regrets all the talk she went on with about loving him forever if he helped her (financially), so quickly re-engages with customers as above. Admonishes herself for her silliness with Ken. She is happy with the week, and how things turned out. She goes back to work determined to give monogamy a chance, initially rejecting customer advances. Perhaps down the track she begins to feel Ken was a bum who has no intention of contacting her again. More of the above. As above but Ken turns out not to be a bum. Monogamy continues a while longer. Determined to have a good life for herself, she holds dearly plans to open a bank account, save money, and eventually start a business following further training. (She has done some initial training in nails and face, but had to stop for lack of funds.) With a tiny bit of air blown into her sails she turns with the wind and, sheets billowing, heads in this direction. All these reduce to 2 mutually exclusive alternatives: Life goes on as before; or Life improves a little bit. (I can’t see any scenario where she is worse off for having been with Ken.)

Now, now, Sam, go easy on the Neandertals. There is at least good circumstantial evidence they were more intelligent than Homo sapiens. One could speculate they were far more intelligent than the average pub crowd. Please don't perpetuate the bad press myths and cheap shots.

Yes, home already Sam. Five nights goes very quickly - especially when you're having fun. No news about the helicopters. Except that there are no longer any in the foyer. He has only one on show now, out on the balcony at the head of the stairs where their shrine is. It looks like it is still being assembled. But as said, all the ones from the foyer have been removed. Odd thing is, I never saw anybody playing with, tinkering on, the one outside.

A pause in my thinking. Meanwhile a short interlude. As PDogg, Soc999, bubba and I walked in the Rainbow Bar direction on Saturday evening, we heard a croke from the footpath. That a croke? I asked bubba. Sounds like it, he said. In the gloom I couldn’t tell, but the figure in question – who had emerged from a bar along the way (I think we were still in 136 St, and the bar may have been One Three Six, not sure) – came into view under the street lights. I uttered in amazement: it’s fucking Lisa. Not sure bubba heard me, but the others, who had been walking talking 50m behind, were soon beside us and we formed a merry mob around this creature. You can read about the consequences of this encounter in Soc’s thread, where it appears Lisa is now a sanity free zone, someone to be avoided at all costs. But, I will add for posterity: I had never seen Lisa look so good (physically). Red bar uniform top on, accentuating those magnificent titlets, hair done nicely, face gorgeous, without any of that white muck cadaverous makeup. Shame the body and the brain seem to have parted company.

My mornings at home begin with a walk, during which time I take a break at some street stall to down a bowl of soup. Then it's walk again till I reach home. I have a park bench outside my house where I like to watch the world go by, in the mornings this is accompanied by a big glass of chilled fruit juice. Back into this ritual again now after my disrupted week revolving around the mystery of Snow White in Phnom Penh. This morning a very campy ladyboy stuns me by cruising up on a flash motor scooter, dismounting, then wheeling it in to a company two doors down from my house. Is she just delivering something? Collecting something? Or - he says hoping - is she a new employee? This needs further investigation.

Now it’s time, back home in Saigon, to think about this Snow White episode and what it might mean. What was it all about, and what consequences may it have for the future? Bear with me Supportive Reader. I need to contemplate issues like this. And I think best at keyboard, writing things down. If you’re uninterested, easy solution: there are other threads and other TRs to read. But this is not just self-indulgence. For there are consequences for others as well. Most obviously and centrally Snow White herself. What it means to her attitude to FMs like me. What it may mean for her future in terms of customers, jobs, etc. And of course, what it may mean for others who are attracted to her, want to go with her, etc. So here I go. Recall the attributes of LBs that are important and crucial to me: Dark skin Black cock Tiny titlets or flat chest On those 3 variables of skin colour, cock, chest, Snow White has: White skin Pinky fawn cock Tiny titlets Looks like this: - - + So she scores 1 out of 3 in my key list. However, it’s worse than that, for I positively do not like light/white/porcelain ceramic skin, and I also do not rave about though won’t turn away light coloured cocks. So all common sense says I should have rejected her outright. That’s why I had told bubba she would be a good LB for him to begin his Cambodian experience with. (He likes that white Japanese new-half look.) Also recall that the first night I took her because she asked to go with me (bubba busy with GGs). The second night she went with me again as bubba was with his Red Bar GG. By the third afternoon, following an excellent session with Lulu, I was missing and ready for, Snow White again. The worm had turned, but just why was utterly beyond our Ken. By the completion of that afternoon session, for nights 3, 4 and 5 of my short sojourn, I would not have even contemplated going with someone else. Recall that Lulu had informed me she have boyfriend, sleep with him. In fact on night 4 Lulu called me. I felt bad but ignored the call, then turned off my phone. Why? Well pretty obvious: I had SW with me, and I did not want conflict between me and them, or between them. Lulu remains of great importance to me; I would not intentionally do anything to hurt her. SW was fast entering that bracket too. Not love or anything like it. I have stressed. But hapless iron filings in a magnetic field. She was this centre of some force that was dragging me to her, locking me on like a limpet mine to its hull, a remora to the belly of its shark. I will let you in on a little secret: it wasn’t because the sex was remarkable. It was OK, enough for a tired old man. But not what you young bucks would demand from your 3 or 4 LBs a day or your Cialis assisted tunnel pounding. So what was it? It was something to do with comfort. I found it very comfortable around her. When she’s not briefly nagging about her poverty and need of money, she is a silent person. (Having said that, her English is quite good.) Being pretty quiet myself, I was drawn to her silence. She is also a still person, laying in bed benignly with the occasional rollover, TV remote in hand, the odd throw of an arm about my torso. Vastly different from some ball of atomic catastrophe like Lisa, trashing the bed clothes, creating filth by the step, turning your room into a garbage dump. She is also compliant. Happy to go with me wherever the lads wanted to eat or drink. Keen to go to new places (or at least she told me she hadn’t been before) like Rainbow Bar. Good around an old fart, not always demanding. And don’t forget this: as you can see from her pix, she is stunningly beautiful. Despite the colours I am not keen on, I have to admit to her objective beauty. Brilliant bone structure in her head, especially those high cheek bones I adore. Big lips, though a bit pale. Lovely maxillary tooth row. Producing a cute smile. Nice full head of hair. Calm eyes, even if they don’t glow with cheek and tease. (I think it’s because they are too busy looking inside her own head, her soul, contemplating her financial situation.) Tiny titlets, little bumlets, a delightful 44 kg of slimness and thinness and wan willingness. At this stage I can’t think of anything else. I reckon I’m somewhere near the mark anyway, with what I’ve just said. The Snow White mystery. Perhaps analysed enough for now. It twisted and tingled and turned my week, every day and night. Snow White and the 7 Warps. O and by the way, in regard to the nuts & bolts bit of this as a TR, nothing much happened to me on the final 2 days and nights. Snow White and I made it 5 out 5 for sleeps, after we ate and partied a bit on each occasion at Rainbow, at a café over the road from Rainbow, at Candy, and some disco above the Riverside eatery on 118 St. A nice time.

Thank you my friend. I hope Bb likes the pic too. I think it's the best pic I've ever taken: all learned from Bb. Face in left side thirds. looking right into distance. Three lines, chair back behind her, vertical wall post, window sill, all gravitate to meet at her neck, making her look out with lines looking out too. Ooops sorry, all bullshit, but Iove the pic, sorry. And the girl...

Yeh Mate you know the eternal love trotout as well as I do.

Now here's some pix of Snow White (aka Rani from Sizzler's Bar on 136 St). Snow White on my bed: At Candy Bar: Over breakfast:

Yes, I chuckled at that.

In the morning, as she showered and I lay languidly abed, I put money on Rani’s pillow. Upon seeing it she was full of offence. You not customer me, she instructed, you not pay me like customer. Uh O, was that a plug-pulling gurgle I just heard in the background, some spirit warning me it was time to draw down the bathwater, baby going out along with it? Then sweetly her parting query: tonight you come bar see me? Yes, I replied, admissions plunging plangently across my synapses: Liar, liar… As you do, I assumed that was the end of that. Before lunch with bubba, I called Lulu. (With my Cambodian sim I had called her unsuccessfully from Saigon. I had also facebook messaged her to no effect. Later she was to inform me she had given up on facebook – too many jerks giving her grief; and as she has a different sim company to me, my SMS message could not get through. No, she had not been ignoring me.) Lulu would come to the hotel in an hour. Off to lunch. We ate opposite in Nordic House, so I could keep an eye on arrivals. Sure enough, as we finished eating, Lulu the Late hops out of a tuk tuk. Kisses and hugs. Lulu’s back in town… I have said before, Lulu is just about my ideal LB: black cock, dark dark skin, flat chest, good looking; out of clothes and makeup she has a boyish frame, wiry and taut, that turns me on so much. She doesn’t speak hardly any English, but she cums a cupful at a time. Ken love Lulu too much. Lulu love Ken too much. You know how you carry on… Because I’d been with the ultra fem Rani, who is never going to fuck anybody, I had lazily not got around to acquiring any KY. Early afternoon, so also no booze yet to help relax my sphincter. Thus Lulu hurt me. I took it for a while, but in the end (ha!) I had to say sorry Lulu, I just can’t right now. Lulu hurt Ken too much! Ha! So Lulu missionaried, made sure her big hardon lay atop my own tense tunicate and fucked me that way. She came half a milk bottle, that left a puddle on my belly the size of a bread & butter plate, another big dollop all over my elbow joint, and several unsubtle drops on my pillow. Then we lay talking for half an hour or so before I began sucking her again. By the time it was over I was in pain, but what pleasure that girl gives me. What about tonight? I’d be relaxed then, and in possession of KY. Tonight no Ken, my beloved replied. Lulu have boyfriend. After show (she dances at Classic Night) Lulu sleep him. O OK, I casually came back, stunned that I wasn’t even jealous. It’s her job, and I am an understanding man. And, admit it you dolt: across my forebrain, like the moon on water, shimmered the image of a pale white skinned 44 kg cashier. I was missing Rani. Lulu went off home while I prepared for drinks with bubba. He had arranged to meet Soc999 at Neil’s Minimart. Let the games begin.

Yes, cheer up my friend. There's tonight, and even if it's a dud too, it's back home tomorrow and the joys of Sodom on Sea await you.

Rainbow Cabaret still alive and well. Last evening PDogg, Soc999 (and friend), bubba, Rani and yours unruly were in attendance. Only a thin crowd, the usual gayboys and freelancers, a few tourists and maybe even a local expat. But nowhere near packed to the rafters like it was back 6 months ago. It's the season I suppose. Short and sweet show. I enjoyed it.

There is the killer scene in the Neil Jordan film The Crying Game where, having taken this girl he picked up in a bar back to his room, Seamus – or whatever the character’s name is - gets down to the business only to discover she’s got a dick. Revolted, he rushes to the ensuite and vomits his guts up. The remainder of the movie is spent working out the delicacies of this key scene. Of course he falls in love with her, slowly, incrementally, working his way through his own sexuality and prejudices, his discoveries about himself giving him at the same time enormous angst and sublime pleasure. By the end he can’t keep his hands off her and his heart and soul away from her magnetism. I have not fallen for Rani. Repeat: not. Nowhere near it even. But my situation with her is somehow strongly reminiscent of that key Jordan scene. As I have said above, black Khmer girls are my type. Lulu my dream LB. But even girls like Lily and Lisa get big ticks from me: dark bodies and divine black cocks with glowing pink red glans. Rani has none of these key attributes. White skinned, reminding me of albino features at times and in places where her skin is so light and thin you can see the blue veins running immediately beneath. Her cock isn’t as mauve and pink as my cock, or most Corky cocks, but it is still nowhere near those devilish black Khmer nightsticks either. As you come to read about my next few days’ adventures you will see that in much the same way as the trannie in Crying Game affected the lead guy, so is Rani causing this vastly interesting twist in my feelings about these LB attributes. So we’re down to day 2 at this stage, me having spent that one opening night with her. My mate bubba and I still talked about me handing her on to him – as though we were discussing a lump of meat or a used cricket bat. How terrible we are, people like us. I feel bad as I talk this talk, and I feel bad now too, as I write about it. I don’t like the side of me that falls in trap of seeing other human beings like this. By the way, it’s why I steadfastly refuse to use that M word so commonly and proudly self-affixed by so many FMs on so many forums. I was also still apologetic about being the “Trojan partyer” as bubba called me in one of his posts. But unbeknownst to me, like the trannie in the flick, Rani was subtly bringing an in-spite-of set of factors into my LB appreciation. That first full day after, I hadn’t realised it mind, but now as I write these words 3 days later I see it there, shining bright like the head of Lisa’s great throbbing hot pink donk. Anyway the public day ends with PDogg taking me, Rani and bubba to Red Bar, where bubba gets jumped by this gyrating ball of GG energy. He barfines her, and so all talk of trannie trade is off the agenda – for now. Hence I take Rani back to the hotel for a second night, casting aside my plans to call Lulu or find another black one. The Rani experiment unwittingly grows beyond a one night stand. No love or anything mushy involved, but things are broadening and altering, the way they do in The Crying Game plot.

None of the above. Modern Cambodians express a spectrum of skin tones, from porcelain white like Rani the LB I discussed in a post above, right through to subcontinental dark, which is what I term black Khmer. The lighter skin colour folk tend to be of Chinese diasporic ancestry, while the very darkest clearly have a genetic contribution from Indian or some other subcontinental ancestry. In fact light skinned Khmer is probably somewhat oxymoronic and an improbable ancestry. I should say light skinned Cambodians. They are of recent arrival in the region, mostly from southern China. Migrating anywhere in time over the past 300 years or more to Thailand, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Indonesia, etc. While Khmer are in actuality an ethnic group and the original speakers of the Khmer language, builders of Angkor Wat, residents of the ancient Khmer empire that stretched through a great chunk of Thailand and all of what is now southern Vietnam. Khmer is a member of the so-called Mon-Khmer language family, whose closest relative language in the region is Vietnamese. The Chinese have obviously had to integrate into Khmer country, language and culture. Their language does not even belong in the Mon-Khmer family and so is not a closely related language at all. Nowadays they are all Cambodians. Just as the Chinese-Thai are modern Thais. Lulu, the LB shown in Bumblebee's photo while dancing at Rainbow Cabaret some 6 months ago, is a black Khmer. She looks very Indian, and even shakes her head from side to side sometimes when she's in conversation. In the photo, remember that she is heavily made up and in a set of spotlights on stage. So face arms neck look quite light. In your bed in the daytime, sans makeup, Lulu is as black as say, the late Whitney Houston, her nipples and cock jet black, her torso, arms, legs, face even, the colour of say a well known Indian test cricketer such as Rahul Dravid or MS Dhoni.