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Thank you Sam. You are a fine friend.

I hope it's not too far off when we can be enjoying some delicious chilled white vin together again.

Tomorrow, 30 April, marks the fortieth anniversary of the Fall of Saigon. How fast time is flying by for me and many others.

Of course, as with most things Vietnam (war in VN, I mean) it's the American viewpoint. This is an image that will be more prolific here during the upcoming holiday long weekend.

You history buffs correct me if I'm wrong, but my blurred old memory suggests this photo of the tank broaching the gates of the Presidential Palace on 30 April 1975 was taken by one of the famous western photojournalists present (Neil Davis, perhaps?).

Millions killed, and all for what? We could debate that of course, as many historians & politicians have done for decades.

Much has changed for Vietnam in the interim. As you are all aware. An interesting 40 years, about which much has been written. 

Independence Palace, as it's mostly called today, is a long standing tourist must-see in downtown Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon). 

And for ladyboys, much has changed as well. Who can ever forget the evocative but condescending descriptions of them in Graham Greene's The Quiet American? And they howled about the streets through the 1990s and even early 2000s. Nowadays, contact with them is much more subtle, more to do with new social media & the internet. No surprises there, I suppose.

Here it's a 4 day long weekend, beginning tomorrow. Then Friday is May Day. So flags & marches & bands playing. I'm retreating to the countryside for a few days.

Glans mauve - how unusual (for a VNese).

Have no idea of general take on it, but it happened only once to me in Thailand. My reason was quite simple: I was sweet on her.

But like many things Thai, it went belly up quickly once she began to moan to me about getting the chop - and, presumably, me paying?? Never said that, but... Anyway, that was the end of that.

Thank you my friend. It's this bloody Internet Explorer.

Every time I'm in here something glitches. I think damn, forgot again to use Google Chrome or whatever.

Gunter Grass, Germany's greatest twentieth century writer, has died.

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The straight expat guys I drink with here all have VNese wives or girlfriends. So they assume that I - like them - go to Thailand to fuck some bar girls, ie get a change from the wife or GF or Saigon scene.

I would lose friends if they ever found out I was a raging cock sucking faggot who loves being in Sunee Plaza. As you are all aware, homophobia is alive & well in the expat world.

(Not one expat friend here knows I go with VNese LBs whenever I get the chance.)

A few VNese women have disparagingly snarled upon my various returns that I must have a Thai girlfriend. Or Cambodian. Makes me laugh.

Noriko is a Japanese name. Must be a loan.

Ah inspires one to think of doing a re-make of Paladin:

Paladin of Pattaya

"have cock, no cut" reads the card of a man...

At risk of sounding parochial my favourite best beaches are in southern Queensland. Coolangatta, the most southerly surf beach on the Gold Coast - abutting the NSW border - is the most fabulous beach I have ever set foot on.

How I would love to help organise a game of LB volleyball there. Boy if it's anything like the days of my youth, heads would spin and mouths gape. Still, probably much more sophisticated place now than back then.

Anyhow, superb beaches in that part of the world.

I too never recall feeling embarrassed. Quite the contrary. Mostly I've felt proud and worthy of envy.

If I detect folks peering - as they do - my feelings are usually in the range from get used to it through to you don't know what you're missing.

One time in Pattaya heading out for brunch walking down soi 10 or soi 13 or somewhere from Second to Buakhao a bunch of 4 or 5 fat bellied uglies in singlets & those silly tiny straw hats starting yahooing us from a bar front. I did curse them - probably told them to fuck off  or somesuch - but only anger at their low life behaviour, not embarrassment.

And can I add, that back in the day when I had Ms Vietnam on my arm - whether she was in skirt & heels (night) or boy's clobber (day) I have never felt so good. The number of exhalations of breath I heard at her sheer beauty made me feel ten feet tall.

Fascinating question, Sam. One that has held my attention for decades, including exploring it at some length in my novel The Theory of Relativity.

I have no definitive direct answer, but can offer a few thoughts on the subject.

One, we are suckers by nature [no pathetic puns intended]. Being mammals, it is the way we come into the world and spend our neonate years. While some may think it is stretching a long bow to relate maternal nipple to cock, I think there is a biological history there that must explain at least part of the attraction.

While we vary individually in our adult preferences for sucking, some of us are deeply into it, with other nipple substitutes such as toes, fingers, earlobes being well known targets. Of course we do vary, and it is not everybody's cup of tea to get into all these esoterica. But for those of us who do, it is said - though I've seen no research - that there is also a correlation with general oral preference behaviours such as eating & drinking. In other words, for those of us who are into it, there is a distinct enjoyment of having things in our mouths.

At risk of sounding a bit corny, there is then a kind of security blanket about it. Once something warm & tasty is in our gob, we become contented little darlings.

Secondly, there is the throat dimension to sucking. Mostly we think of it - as I've intimated above - as a palate lips tongue kind of activity. But there is a definite throat dimension as well. And that takes us way beyond point 1 above, which is mostly relating back to maternal instincts. This one is a move way beyond that. We enter the world of the purely erotic. Having something like a cock (or dildo, vibrator, etc.) down your throat is a feeling akin to being penetrated - which females especially must relate to in highly charged ways. I have achieved orgasm through throat penetration - with no other hand or body stimulus going on - and I'm sure that must be quite common.

Thirdly, yes it is addictive. Or at least, the hoped-for outcome is addictive. Human semen is full of chemicals called casomorphenes which - surprise, surprise - we find in mothers' milk. These bring the addiction. While the latter quickly becomes addictive for the neonate, spunk can almost as quickly become addictive for purposeful cock suckers. So the cum drinking aspect of cock sucking at least, is addictive.

Relating back to point 2, I also think but have no evidence, that throat penetration is addictive. That rush of penile arousal & nervous system jangling that comes with deep throat is something that must be experienced more than once to be understood. If you can't get enough of it, it's addictive.

Probably most exotic experience I've had involved about 12 guys, in a gay sauna here in Saigon where I live.

Not a -some as such, for it was not arranged, and we weren't all together. Just random encounters in the steamy gloom.

(Warning Note to delicate readers, what follows is GAY, not a LB post)

About 4 or 5 years ago now.

Small sauna room (aren't they all?) about 3m square, with seating benches along 3 sides.

I've got a conga line going at me as I sit & suck, them standing in front. I remember 5 guys/cocks that day.

Beside me a VNese guy sucked off another seated VNese guy who had the biggest cock I have seen in Asia. (Watching that turned me on.)

Bench opposite another foreigner sucked about 3 guys off (can't recall exactly).

All over in about half an hour. Not a word spoken - or hardly anyhow. All body language, as it were.

Fun time. Never know your luck in the big city.

Sad to hear.

O OK, Sam, thanks. My memory shot to bits too. Had no recollection whatsoever of the name, merely the good evening & meal.

Don't know the latter, Sam. Don't even know where it is.

Only other Italians I can recall are that place near Buakhou Pdoggg, yourself & I ate one time; and a place dixon & I ate at in soi B itself, way up the other end from Pattaya Thai. Don't remember either joint's name.

Made the leap many a long year ago.

These days, while a girl with a dick still turns me on no end, I often find the drama queen shit associated with it to be all too much. Flinging aside the fake melons or the padded bras and just going for a slim smooth young body can be quite uplifting, as one might say.

Or 4- or 5-somes?

Agree with route67: Volterra has been excellent the half dozen times I've eaten there.

Xmas eve Babe, in the drunk tank - ... well on my roofdeck actually.

Favourite xmas eve song:

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19:05 Saigon, Vietnam.

At home in Mulholland Drive, a glass of wine at elbow, me an international eyesore.

My right eye with stitches & goo, having had a lens (cataract) replacement surgery 3 days ago. Hope it takes. Have not had a chance to even think of LBs for quite some time.

I'll be keeping an eye on Sam.

Old fashioned toe fetishist since I was 8 years old.

Can't count the toes I have sucked.

One of the things I immediately look for in a bar or gathering place when I meet: look down, feet, how are they?

Yep, I'm there.

Merry xmas to you all. Deck the halls with chorus lines of LBs.

Missing many friends from the forum - been too long, way too long.

2 books on the go as always: one technical and the other (usually a novel) for reading in bed at night time (yep, while you lads are cavorting I'm there dutifully reading till lights out).

At the moment:

The Road to Reality: A Complete Guide to the Laws of the Universe, by Roger Penrose;

The Untouchable, by John Banville.

I'm itching & twitching.

It may happen.