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My mind's spinning Sam. I feel a plan coming on... Red is the colour my friend (Queenslanders can go for nothing else). I will let you know. pd has informed us that the Molly shown above used to be Mon, one of my very favourite Thai LBs, (albeit I only had one night with her one time, at Howard's guesthouse in Soi VC). Bo + Molly = 1 very contented mr Ken. We'll see. PS: the multi-quote function failed to work for me. Anyone else having this problem?

Thanks pd. So Mon is now Molly, that deadly pic you posted in the Sunee thread? I would never have recognized her. O dear, I just finished telling Sam that I couldn't make it to Thailand in December and then you kill my resolve with all this news. First Bo, who I'd never heard of before, and now Mon Molly who I once had a divine night with at the old Howard's Guesthouse in Soi VC. Ah, memories are made of this... Sam, maybe I'm changing my mind. I feel weak at the knees. Shame Greenery House is booked out.

10:17 a.m. local time (Australian Eastern Daylight Time), OR 06:17 a.m. my home time in Saigon (same as yours in Thailand). Sitting on the lounge in my new house in Melbourne, laptop on my knees, reading LBR & writing this. (Home to Saigon next week.)

Well the khatoey supply has to be kept up somehow...

O shit, that does it. Mic My Boys is already my favourite joint in all of Pattaya, and now add to that: Bo works there. MMB makes me think of, and pine for, Mon. I wonder if she's still there...

O deary me. bb you have done me like a dinner. I simply cannot resist that if the image is to be believed. I could be labelled: HOOKED. And that Molly looks gorgeous as well. So I gather from pd's posts that Bo is around for a while; is the Moll(y) also? And where is Bo when she's not around? I am suddenly out of control; all sorts of bits & pieces of me are vibrating.

Bo could easily tempt my return too. Can't remember Power Boys; have been away too long.

Being my usual boring self I can't help looking past her noble tool to those big fake tits; they put me right off.

Mmmm, pretty much. I work on bumblebee's method, exclude the don't likes first. No big tits (implants), no big full stop, no smoking, no pushy bullshit, no Western lookalike shit (blue fake eyes, etc.), no trying over the top to look like a GG. Then it begins to become clear what one likes: the opposite of above dislikes.

Hi Tiara, what kind of guys do you prefer? From what country? What personality?

Though I realise the thread is somewhat tongue in cheek, it's an interesting topic for all of us who have had a million laughs - and some frustration - at the silly I am not gay threads found on other forums. This issue hangs albatross like, around the necks of so many people caught up dilemmas of their sexuality and sexual identity. It is, however, an ancient matter best left behind us. Most neatly resolved, I think, after the manner Lefty suggests. We should by now have moved way beyond consideration of gender and sexuality as binary issues. That is, as straight or bent, hetero or homo, etc. Having said that, I realise the problem for many remains this pigeon-holing binary. Drop it lads, and move on. Not worth being hung up in. Lefty's term, pansexual, is a trendy one at the moment - one of many - which allows us merely to fit in (pun!) anywhere at any time, changing at whatever time we feel like, re-changing, and going back again. Endlessly. Many years ago - way before pansexual became common - I introduced a term, Broad Spectrum Sexuality (BSS) to cover the idea, metaphorising the physical spectrum where we can be red, blue, shades of orange, yellow, whatever we like whenever we like. Anything but the binary trap. Even if bb's tongue was well & truly planted in his cheek, the thread initiated by he of the LB spouse, allows us to move on, advance, progress, in our thinking. These ways of considering the whole kit & caboodle - pansexual, BSS - carry us forward, well away from the mirror-shrinking self-examination hand-wringing of am I gay, or am I straight?

Apocalypse Now. Life of Brian.

Perched on my roofdeck on a rainy wet season evening, my shelf full of wine & my bar fridge with chilled bottled water & dark chocolate, my belly full of a roast dinner with roast spuds & onion that I have just consumed following it gently cooking perfectly for 2 hours in my oven.

I love This Land is Your Land, and think you all have it right. However, I also like the somewhat tongue in cheek version of your Star Spangled Banner by Jimi Hendrix. I agree with pacman, our Australian NA is a bit antiquated, but at least, unlike that godawful British dirge, it is ours. I don't know many NAs, but my favourite 2 are: La Marsellaise (spelling?) - France. God Defend New Zealand - obviously, NZ (especially the first part of the song, written & sung in Maori).

Here, here. Or is it hear, hear? I don't know the former gentleman, but it is indeed wonderful to see my old mate Kahuna back at the wheel, up and running. I hope all goes as well as is possible with you my friend.

B Breakfast & bar staff (hotel) W waitstaff - restaurant R reception & greeting

I know nothing about Thailand or Thai culture. Cop that. But I do know about other Asian cultures, Vietnam especially but also Indonesia, Japan, & the generalised Asia-Pacific. So I will make some comments, albeit that they may be misplaced due to my Thai ignorance. However, hopefully some of them may be relevant. bb, it's years since we met up, drank together etc., so I cannot recall anything about your Thai language competence. [Please don't be offended if here I presume language ability not had, or language ability had, but forgotten by me.] Several things occur to me, most of them contrary to most of the posts above, posts which seem to me to be heavily anti-Thai and perhaps a bit lacking in cultural sensitivity and understanding. Opening, let me say this: you hear the word farang & suppose it about you. Here in VN they use a similar word "tay" - literally west, but used nowadays to allude to all white foreigners. People one does not know - meet in the street - will use this word about you all the time. One hears them refer to "ong tay" - old man foreigner, if you are, for example, buying a bowl of soup in a local eatery. But in 10 years of living here + ten more of visiting prior to residence, I have never yet heard anyone close to me call or refer to me as tay [= farang]. I got married back in the day - and as my mates here on LBR know, long separated. However, as bb is about to discover if he hasn't already, one enters kinship knowing/or not knowing, you will never escape. It is a web, as solid as any spider's, that holds you as surely as that glossy one holds its flies & moths. Kinship is the Asian web of relationships that consumes you. So today, while I live alone & act alone, I obey & honour the kin network I once entered into. They won't let me do otherwise. They knock on my door at significant times, to ensure it is so. That is, I still dutifully attend family funerals, death anniversaries, and other major cultural rituals, for to not do so is to be the scum of the Earth, the lowest rudest less than human life form. I do it happily, for they all involve copious amounts of piss & good times. At each & every one of such occasions I am called by terms from the kinship network. Those superior to me (ex's oldies, uncles aunts etc., older siblings, call me by my given name - let's say Ken.) Children, nephews nieces etc., call me by appropriate kinship terms: uncle, grandfather, etc. All this is in keeping with what they would do in any normal VNese situation. In other words, I am embedded as if I were a local, never any offence, never anything different from local custom. Second, they use the word tay readily to talk about the concept, given that I, obviously, stimulate their thoughts in that direction. Example: I get a pissed & happy, begin to sing & carry on. I hear them saying (example): Westerners (tay) do this sort of thing, and such odd songs they know. Laughter follows, but it is laughter of pleasure. They encourage me to sing more. They love a happy time, and want me to be happy. It may be the same for you in the sticks bb. You may hear farang, but it may simply be their generalised talk about foreigners, stimulated by your presence. Enjoying you. Now, delicately, he asks: do you know Thai kinship terms bb? Can you hear them referring to you as older brother, in law, son, nephew, etc.? If not, then to home in on the one word farang is perhaps a bit lacking. I'd be surprised, given that you've married this girl, that her family would just dismiss you as a foreigner. Never forget this: you are now family and will never - be prepared for this - never escape. Asians are better than the above posts assume: they don't treat family - even a foreign member - as anything other than family. They will not be using farang to demean you - I will bet huge sums on that. As above, I don't know Thailand or Thai culture. But I know what Asians do and how they behave culturally. Relax about farang. Get your girl to teach you kinship terms, then you'll begin to hear, through the prior fog of non-understanding, the right words being used to pay you respect. You''ll be surprised about how they enjoy you for wanting to be part of them and their family situation. And while LBs or bar owners may dismiss you as farang - which is all most punters ever get to be familiar with, you who have now leapt into the deep end, can learn to swim in the confidence that your new family never will.

In a public urinal like this I haven't, but have done similar sorts of things at home, or in ST room. Very romantic. Mods excuse if the Innocent Party is known and needs to have head clouded out. Some of you may know the one on the right, too.

Have you ever done or seen toilette in tandem?

You'd need to ask pacman Mate, he knows all that sort of stuff. But if there isn't why not just make it up?

Did I miss something or did only 4 questions make it into first post? EDIT: OK, what I missed was post in another thread explaining what's going on here. Seen that now.

Where are you baby? (What country I mean.)

With my ageing back the way it is I can no longer bear bar stools of any kind. I need back support. A nice comfortable chair is essential. Even though it's probably a bit politically incorrect, I enjoy the colonial decadence of wicker arm chairs. From memory they were (are?) available in Corner Bar (Sunee). They certainly adorn various outdoor footpath bars along Sisowath Quay in Phnom Penh, and they are used in a local bar 200m from my house in Saigon. Very comfy.

Thanks bb. Also appropriate as it was at Rainbow Bar, after her dancing and miming like that, I first met her. You might recall, as it all happened in your company that evening.

Well, there's Lulu of course, but most of you Thailand freaks wouldn't admit a Khmer LB to such a title on this thread probably. Certainly the most beautiful LB I've ever been with outside of Vietnam. But bb I can't just say yes, that one. There's such complexity here. My own perfectly magnificent Bee of course is still top of the pops for me even though he turned out to be such a little arsehole to me. Enough. You've read that already. One that might surprise is one I still hanker after even though we only spent one night together back in about 2010 or so when I stayed at the now gone Howard's Guesthouse. Name: Mon. She worked out of one of those boy bars in Soi VC at the entrance to Sunee. Plain looker with boy's flat chest, but gorgeous brown body, brilliant cock, perfect buttocks, and a will to use that divine hammer. Nice gal.