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Glasses. No, not the silly looking empty eyeglass frames they sometimes play around with acting goofy, but genuine prescription eyeglasses. Maybe it's because I wear glasses, or maybe it's some subconscious librarian fantasy from my youth, or maybe it's because I've always had a thing for the sort of nerdy bookish looking girls. There are times when I've walked into a bar and seen a cutie wearing glasses while intently viewing her TF or Line messages on her phone. A jaunty "sawadee kap, baby" gets her attention and she will almost inevitably quickly take of the glasses. I tell her to keep them on because I like them. Soon one thing leads to another - lady drink, round of pool, oral and anal sodomy. You know, the usual. During our intimate moments, however, I tell her to keep the glasses off so that she'll think I really am a handsome man!

RIP Nicky Hayden American motorcycle racer and 2006 MotoGP champion Nicky Hayden has died from injuries sustained from a collision with a car last week while out training on his bicycle in Rimini. https://www.nytimes.com/2017/05/22/sports/nicky-hayden-ex-motorcycle-champion-dies-after-collision.html?mcubz=1&_r=0 I had the pleasure of meeting and fan-talking with Nicky at several MotoGPs over the years (spring for a paddock pass; you won't regret it). Just brief chats, wishing him well, good luck, etc. He was always open and friendly, always an optimist. Forgive me for being chauvinistic, but I always thought that he presented the best of the American spirit to the rest of the world. And clearly people responded to that. Indeed, he was one of the best-liked riders in the MotoGP paddock and over the last two years in WSBK.

The price of beer in Britain, continental Europe, Australia, and even our neighbors to the north, Canada, is ridiculous. Heavily taxed alcohol in an attempt at social engineering at the same time filling the coffers to fund the nanny states. And I'm a Dem saying this! lol Beer in Thailand is more expensive than in the US. A 24-can case of Thai beer at Makro, Big C, etc. is around 700-800 THB, at least 50% higher than comparable beer in the US. Chang tastes like crap, and so does Milwaukee's Best, but I just picked up a 30-can cube of Milwaukee Best Ice (now 6.9% alcohol!) for $15 plus a modest US $1 or so tax. That's the taste of freedom, my friends! At bars pint drafts of basic American brews typically go for $2-$3, but are often less during happy hours. My local sports bar was recently running a $2.22 for 22oz. of Budweiser special (or Bud Light if you're a homo...). Good craft beers, on the other hand, will run around $4-$6 a pint. But when you're eating wings and watching the game, Bud will work just fine.

Always solo. Going LB mongering with a wingman is just so gay...

Chuck Berry dead. https://www.nytimes.com/2017/03/18/arts/chuck-berry-dead.html?_r=0 My sisters are much older than me, so I grew up with their 45s. Only later did I understand the significant role that Chuck Berry played in the inception of rock and roll. RIP

How many times have we all seen a LB, or several, and thought that they would make a terrific model? We may be a motley crew of LB mongers, but apparently we're on the cutting edge of a sociocultural trend: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/03/03/fashion/transgender-models-casting-agencies-fashion-week.html?_r=0

Actually, the "bum guns" are basically the same as the spray unit that comes with a kitchen sink faucet set, at least in the US. They are easily plumbed to the water supply to a toilet. There is a much better selection at Home Pro, however. Since we are graphically sharing in this man-chat, if using the bum gun for enemal purposes you want one with a smaller diameter head so you can easily get it up the entry to your rectum at least a cm or so. Also, get used to the trigger on your unit so you can modulate a gentle flow of water into your bowels. Whew! Too much information... Yes, you definitely get used to them and miss them when staying at a hotel that doesn't have them. Needless to say, your sweetie of the hour will miss them as well. Oh, but the sweeties are clever. For incomprehensible reasons the soiboy's favored hotel for seedy mongering accommodation for a day or two on soi 4 in BKK, the oh so conveniently located DieNasty Inn, does not have bum guns. But I discovered a useful trick several years ago from a freelancer oh so conveniently located just outside the front door of the DieNasty Inn. While she was in the bathroom preparing for sodomy I heard some clanging and clacking from the shower, I peered in to see that she had unscrewed the shower head from the flex hose and had used the end of the hose for a deep cleansing. Good to know. Beware, however, not to shoot the small rubber sealing washer at the end of the hose up your butt...

lol Thais love their condensed milk on white bread sandwiches. In coffee, yes; on bread, no.

My, my, my, how the girls do get around. I've had the company of two of the sweeties in the group photo at the beginning of the thread, and I'm sure there are many here who can better that number. This looks like a place to give a try. (Can the owners guarantee no full-on assault by the entire staff for drinks the millisecond a punter walks in? lol)

Update: I spent last week in BKK in the soi 4 area. The first night I checked into my hotel around 11:00 pm so had time for a couple of beers in Balcony Bar overlooking the entrance to NEP (beers now 90 baht up from their former 69 baht!). Lights went up at midnight, and people ushered out quickly by 12:25 am. BIB in obvious attendance. Since I was tired and figured that was that, I headed for bed. The next night I was curious about the sidewalk scene after closing time. Everything buttoned up promptly at 12:30 am, but by 1:00 am ice chests with beers started to discretely appear in front of Stumble Inn, Big Dogs, etc. 100 baht a beer. And more freelancers started to appear as well, some nice ones too... Not a huge scene by any means, but at least something to enjoy. I walked down to Sukhumvit and there were small table set back from the street offering food and drinks, again very discretely. So, no glittering alcocarts, but at least some late night street scene. It will be interesting if things get a bit more back to usual after November 14.

I've always enjoyed the late-night alco-cart scene on Sukhumvit. Over the past 2 or 3 years they have made a bit of a comeback since their glory days prior to the big clamp-down. The ones bordering the ISIS-controlled territories on the odd-numbered side of the street are no longer that desirable - now populated heavily by Middle Easterners, African prostitutes, etc. The few on the even-numbered side are more like the good old alco-carts of yore. The drink prices are good, they often have decent street food available, and freelancers are either helping out with the bar or hanging around in close proximity. Each time passing through BKK over the past couple of years I've enjoyed drinks and a snack and a take-away LB freelancer. Often I arrive at the airport late at night, so by the time I've checked into a soi 4 hotel the timing is perfect.

Yes, usually at least a couple of times each trip. BUT, let me hasten to make a couple of key points. I only ring the bell in small bars that I've taken a liking to (meaning, of course, that there's a particular sweetie there that I've taken a liking to), and when business is low and there are no other customers. This typically means I'm only buying half a dozen or so drinks. That's not much money to liven things up and have 15 minutes of fame. I don't often go to the big-name LB bars. And I hardly ever go to farang-owned LB bars, so I wouldn't know about ringing the bell in those places. I'm not interested in buying drinks for their over-rated staff or in giving the owner a hand-job to be his BFF.

Find a nice small bar that you've taken a liking to (not one of the handful of well-known places that everyone goes ga-ga over for whatever pathetic brown-noser reasons; no need to help the big get bigger at the expense of the small operations) and throw a party. You can arrange for a pig BBQ to be delivered and set up on the premises - a big pig now runs about 3,500 baht. A nice little karaoke set-up with singer can be arranged for around 3,000 baht. Another 3,000 baht for side dishes, balloons, paper plates, etc. Actually, just give the owner 10,000 baht and tell them what you want. Let the sweeties know too and they will love the chance to help, especially if you do this during low season. (They will also know how much you gave the boss so you have a bit of assurance that corners won't be cut to put a couple of grand in the bosses pocket.) If it is a particular sweetie of yours birthday, or your birthday, or close enough then so much the better. Show up that evening with some bottles of Sang Som or whatever to keep behind the bar for the girls and boss to enjoy - helps cut down on the cost of buying drinks all the time for everyone. It will be a fun night for all, and with luck you will find yourself and your sweetie back in your room at 3:00 am naked in bed and eating left-over BBQ pig. An especially gleeful time can be had when you give your sweetie an greasy hand job/blowjob, telling her how much you love her little piggy wee-wee.... Gee, I have no idea where that last thought came from! lol

Definitely a red flag. I operate on the assumption that any LB who has done a bareback film is pos. Needless to say, I have no way to know if that is true or not, but as I said that is my operational assumption. It's not that that one act for a film is necessarily the transmission event, but it speaks to a likely pattern of behavior that could have very bad consequences. And yes, yes, yes, I always assume that any girl I'm with could be pos and take protective measures as a matter of course. Indeed, I think it would be a good thing if there was a stigma to performing in a bareback film. If girls were to come to understand that guys assume they are pos if they are seen in a bareback film then that could work for the greater good. Finally, I know it is world-weary monger dogma to state that all LBs have done bareback at one time or another in their lives. I'm not entirely convinced of that, and I would also note that the overwhelming majority of LBs I've been with have insisted on using condoms.

Over the last couple of years I have had about 10 or so 1-3 night stays in BKK coming and going through Thailand. There is no question that the vibrant scene of as recently as 4 or 5 years ago is significantly downsized. It's not just a matter of catching an off night. This situation has made me change my long-followed operating procedure. If I can have at least 3 nights in Thailand before having to head back to Suvarnabhumi I will grab a taxi and go directly to Pattaya, and then return to the airport directly from Pattaya. Only if I have just a night or two between flights will I stay in BKK. It used to be that I would gladly spend up to 5 nights in BKK. No more. The soi 4 scene is busy with tourists, but not necessarily the tourists who monger in bars. The new Hooters on soi 4 has even more street-side seating than the Golden Bar it replaces, but that comes at a price - 150 baht for a beer. Yet, it is fairly busy. I think this is a further sign of the "soi Cowboyification" of soi 4 in the Nana Plaza area. Many tourists, many couples, taking in the naughty sights as part of their vacation. But, with fewer and fewer serious customers, the freelance scene is less than half of what it used to be. I've spent several evenings in a favorite spot, Balcony Bar above the entrance to Nana Plaza, and not only is there reduced traffic of people into NEP, but many of the people are clearly in groups out for just a giggle and a gawk - not serious players. It's no surprise that there are fewer girls working the bars in NEP.

As a follow-up to what I mentioned earlier about not following threads on particular ladyboys. I will on occasion after the fact look at bar threads to see what had been noted about a particular honey I had just recently been with. And, I had occasion to do this a couple of months or so ago. There was a miscommunication with a particular sweetie I was to spend a week with regarding when she would be back in Pattaya after a New Years celebration back home (and, yes, she really was back home for New Years - the soiboy was not born yesterday, it only just seems that way sometimes. lol). The upshot was that I found myself with 3 days in Pattaya with no planned company. Oh, no! What a terrible misfortune! What to do? I decided to go old school - only STs at bars with ST rooms on the premises. Simple. Go to some places I haven't been to in a while, and try a new place or two. The first night was at Pooks Soi 6. A big girl caught my eye and after a few drinks we were upstairs. She was a great kisser, really good at giving head, but just would not grant me access to her nether regions. I was getting a little miffed. I suspected that she might be post-op, which would have been fine with me as that would have been a first. But, no deal. Just a nice blowjob and a goodbye. Well, after going through a few pages of Pooks threads I find that she is, indeed post-op. Would having been forewarned have been a good thing? Maybe in this instance. The next night I went to a bar I'd never been to before because I really don't care for the Walking Street environs, Lita's Bar. It reminded me a bit of the gone but not forgotten Stringfellows. Mainly because there was a guy sitting in one of the booths getting a blowjob. I instantly averted my gaze because, as we all know from our incredibly intellectual discussions in 8th grade study hall, if you look at a guy's hard-on for more that 1 second you instantly turn into a homo. A sweetie had by that time greeted my and a little booth action of our own soon ensued, followed by a trip upstairs. A very nice encounter indeed. We then came downstairs. It's funny how the stairs at Lita's dump you out at the bottom directly at the small bar. Talk about seeing a sweetie fresh from a ST. You can't avoid it. There were four guys sitting at the bar - maybe one of you is reading this now. If so, I'm sorry if I soiled the sweetie of your dreams that night! Again scanning through some Lita's threads I discovered that my sweetie is not one of the most famous in the place, but does get positive reviews. The little cutie I had spotted as a future love-of-my-life, however, apparently has been with everyone and their brother. About 27 bajillion times. Each. Forewarned, I guess... The third night was back on Soi 6 at So What Bar. A tall, overly made-up, overly tattooed sweetie with what looked like enhanced hips smiley nicely at me and me back at her. She seemed very nice, but just not my style. Then I was greeted by a 30ish year old with curly hair. She was very nice as well, but again I wasn't interested. She then went into helpful mamasan mode and brought to me a sweetie that I immediately took a liking to. Really good English, mature, maybe in her late 20s. A very nice time upstairs was had. Later reading through some So What Bar threads I found out that apparently the first two ladyboys I was greeted by are famous. Apparently the soiboy is the last to know this. The sweetie I ended up with has not been mentioned at all, at least in the most recent months of pages. So, clearly she needs some more soiboy attention in the future!

The illusions & delusions of the moment are very fragile. Many times I've been in a bar and seen a hottie come down the stairs fresh from a ST and I suddenly have no interest at all in her. Even seeing her a few days later, alone and waiting for a customer, I still have diminished enthusiasm for an encounter because I carry in my mind the image of her saying goodbye to that customer of a few days prior (although I have on occasion, through a mighty struggle of Herculean proportions, managed to get over it and barfine her anyway...lol). Other times it's much more subtle. You're sitting with a sweetie, having drinks and making an epic love connection, when out of the corner of your eye you see a guy walk in and look over at her, and her look back at him, and in an instant you know from their glances that they have been together. Perhaps he was looking to make his own transitory love connection with her again that evening. But, following proper monger protocol, the guy stays away and strikes up a conversation with someone else at the bar. While not an instant boner killer, even that little moment can insidiously work to break the spell that was being conjured up. For similar reasons I make it a point not to follow threads on particular ladyboys. That way at least my chance encounter with even a well-known one is fresh to me and not tainted by the opinions and experiences of others.

In a pinch, there are also visa photo booths in Suvarnabhumi. I forget which floor, but the information folks can direct you. Good quality and I recall them being around 200 baht for 4 pics.

Yes, good article. Anything that in anyway humanizes LBs is a good thing. I'm not entirely convinced of the 5,000 LBs in Pattaya figure, though, although it is a mecca for LBs whether they are actively in p4p or not - the critical mass of other LBs, the social support network, etc. I've always had the gut feeling that there were around 1,000 "full-time" p4p LBs active in Pattaya. Al Gore's invention of the interwebs has changed things, though, so "part-time" p4p has come into existence. I've also always thought that if decent (i.e., 40 hour week) jobs for high school grads were readily available that paid a minimal living wage of 15,000 baht per month the number of GGs and LBs in p4p would be cut in half.

Yes, welcome. And good luck with those generalissimo death squad daddy issues...

After so many trips the buzz is still there, but as others have said, it gets delayed. For me the buzz starts to kick in an hour before touching down in BKK when I go to the lavatory to freshen up and pop a Cialis. A quickly moving line through Immigration, getting my checked luggage with no issues, and a short line downstairs at the taxi stand add to my, ahem, growing good mood. Then the rush really comes when the taxi is making its way up soi 4. All the long stemmed beauties, the bars, the food carts. Oh, yeah. We're buzzin now!

I had previously been in Thailand for Loi Krathong a couple of times. The first time I was in BKK, and being a callow youth (or at least callow) I didn’t see it as anything but something adding more fesitveness to the usual festivities. The second time I was in Phuket and saw that is a nice event, and would be fun to partake in with a sweetie. Tuck that thought away in the memory bank. Last year luck would have it that I would be in Pattaya during Loi Krathong. Sweetie was happy. “Now I go Loi Krathong with boyfriend!” Indeed, all her workmates were working on having a boyfriend to spend Loi Krathong with. (“Boyfriend”? Hey, the whole illusions and delusions thing cuts both ways. We have ours, our sweeties have theirs.) Sweetie was justifiably proud of her krathong. It had two essential attributes – it was seaworthy and it was pink. Being an ardent diver, I was not too keen on its styrofoam base destined to add waste to the ocean. But, you learn over the years in such instances to just smile and not say a word. Besides, the waters of Pattaya are crap (literally), and even if they weren’t the diving would still be mediocre. We joined the Loi Krathong throng on the beach across from Central Festival. Determined that her krathong would boldly go where no krathong has gone before to carry its blessings and good wishes, sweetie doffed her shoes and ushered her krathong out into the water. As she did she noticed there were young boys out in the water taking money from the krathongs! Sweetie admonished them to keep their grubby little paws of her krathong, and she stayed out there a while to make sure they did. After that we decided to stroll down Beach Road in the direction of Walking Street. But, the crowd was so thick on the sidewalk we found that it was easier to make our way down the beach on the beach. Lots of hot air lanterns were being set off (again more waste for the ocean…). I was surprised when sweetie said that she had never launched a lantern. Well, needless to say, we had to rectify that situation. All around us people were making all sorts of rookie errors in trying to get their lanterns airborne. Not holding it upright to keep it from catching fire, thinking that pushing it upward will help it climb, and letting it go too early; in launching a lantern, as in so many other things in life, it is important not to prematurely release. At approximately 1 meter in height and with a diameter of about half a meter, the cylindrical lantern has a volume of some 0.2 square meters. That’s a lot of air to heat to a few degrees above an already sweltering ambient temperature using just the small paraffin-infused pressed sawdust fuel pellet whose thermal output is not that great. Time is your friend, my friend. Just keep the lantern upright and monitor the surface temperature of the tissue paper. It can actually get quite hot before a rapid combustion event takes place, so don’t be a pansy and panic. It will take a few minutes. Just when all onlookers are gasping in amazement at the lift that can be generated if you heat the air in the lantern as much as possible, let it go. A heroic launch of epic proportions will immediately ensue. (Ours is the bright one in the top center of the pic. Sweetie was determined to keep an eye on it until it was out of sight.) After sending our lantern into the upper atmosphere, we continued down the beach. Walking Street was packed, and since neither sweetie nor I are big fans of Walking Street anyway, we looked around for somewhere else to have a drink. Because I hadn’t been in the vicinity of Walking Street in a while I had forgotten about Pattaya Beer Garden just outside the entrance to Walking Street. I had been there a few times in the past to enjoy a drink over the water. So, that’s where we went. Sweetie is not much of a drinker, but likes girly drinks. Since she likes Malibu coconut rum I figured she would like Pina Coladas. And boy did she! “It taste like milkshake!” After a couple of drinks we ventured away from the crowds for a late night dinner at one of the Isaan-style BBQ places. A nice night for sure. Alas, this year Loi Krathong falls in between business trips taking me through LOS. But, most definitely, if you can spend Loi Krathong with a special someone, do so. Maybe use it as an occasion to have your first LT. Who knows? It might change your life!

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.

Hey, femboyBob, you're posting on the wrong forum...

As with all things ladyboy it is up to you to manage the situation as you prefer. Ostensibly, you are the adult in the room. Previous posters make the key point. Take the most recent new found love of your life to Siam Paragon the next day? Height of stupidity! Take her to Chatuchak market the next day? Fun! (I love how you get off at Mo Chit station; aptly named as you will inevitably come back to your hotel after a day of shopping with "mo chit" than you anticipated buying! The soiboy always starts out at the food vendors - quail eggs, followed by chunks of pork belly, followed by coconut ice cream, with lots of fresh orange juice and iced coffee along the way. But, I digress.) Several times it has been a carefree and inexpensive day that led to an afternoon nap and another evening together. My airline email notification will tell me when my time in blissful suspended animation will come to an end. Until then, if I am in good company, I'll be the adult in the room...