soiboy

First off, don't fall into the trap of always going to the same bar(s). Problem solved. Especially in your case where this will just be a two week trip. As I suggested before, spend 4 nights in BKK and 8 nights in Pattaya. Four nights in BKK will let you spend a night at each of the major handful of LB bars. By that time you may be tired of the bar scene, anyway, and will be ready for the open beer bar atmosphere of Pattaya and its much bigger selection of ladyboys. Don't listen to the sycophants who believe only their favorite bar to have a lock on all the beautiful, well-hung, feminine, etc etc. ladyboys. Its just not true for any venue. Treasures are to be found everywhere, young David.

No truer has the principle of "you get what you pay for" been than when used in reference to cosmetic surgery. It is not a place to pinch baht. A 45k baht boob job looks, at best, like an obvious boob job and at worst like a botched boob job. A 90k boob job generally looks very good. I know girls who have had both cheap and pricey. Believe me, the pricey ones look and feel fine, the cheapie ones not so much. Sculpting a nice ass is an art as well. Also, there may need to be follow-up if excess skin needs to be removed, depending on how much fat gets removed. Really high end plastic surgeons might even want a MRI of the hip region to see what they are dealing with structurally with regard to muscle and fat. Start with a consult at the cosmetic surgery department of the higher end private hospitals like Bumrungrad or Bangkok Hospital. The consult wont cost all the much and gives you the upper price benchmark from qualified and certified practitioners.

I would flip your itinerary to 4 nights in BKK and 8 nights in Pattaya. I don't have any specific recommendations, as the sort you are looking for on your upcoming trip are not my type. But, if you insist, be VERY careful that they use a condom and check on the integrity of that condom regularly. You are going to be dealing with a subset of LBs that often plays fast and loose, if you get my drift...

Assuming you don't already have her contact information, she is on ThaiFriendly. I'm sure you could arrange a date and have all of your questions answered.

I'm so sorry for your loss of a dear friend. Thank you for posting this. The brave humanity of the special ones we care for is far too often not understood or appreciated.

I pull out my M9 and fully perforate the fucker...OK, OK, that's just the inner soiboy fantasizing... Actually, the only instance that came close to this was when it turned out there was a mix up on barfines - the girl had been barfined by me and some other guy by a mistaken communication between the girl and the cashier. The other guy had been there first, so the girl actually says to me, "Wait here. Just half hour." Needless to say I was annoyed, so just said, "No thanks. I go now." I paid my tab (but no barfine) and left. I recall that event as marking for the most part the beginning of the end of my patronage of the "big name" LB bars. The soiboy "wait?" The soiboy does not do "wait!" I can't really see it happening if your girl is in "civilian" dress and you are at a bar drinking and letting her visit some friends, unless the moron is both a moron and drunk. I can easily see it happening, though, if your girl is in full slut wear and you are out late at a disco, etc.

What's important is being able to fully unload in your partner's mouth. Not having her run off to the bathroom after the first spurt or two leaving you laying there still in ejaculatory contraction mode flopping like a flounder and bellowing like a sick water buffalo. The only ones that I personally know as swallowers are those I have known a while. Very few if any pros will swallow a strange john's load. Most pros do the half-handjob-half-blowjob thing anyway, going full handjob when they sense that herbie is about to hurl. (As for ladyboy cum? Pure ambrosia!)

OK, as best I can tell, it's a toss up between me being a heterosexual woman or a heterosexual man. That's a relief, at least I'm hetero...

The good thing about squat toilets is that you maximize butt cheek separation, but at the expense of knee strain and leg fatigue. A couple of tricks I’ve learned over the years is that if it is at least a reasonably-sized and moderately clean facility, it is best to remove trousers and underwear completely thereby allowing a good and stable wide stance while poised over the hole (and avoiding fecal splatter on your clothes). And, always put back on your shoes because those porcelain foot plates get very slippery when wet. Also, it is best if you have something to hold onto, especially something that allows you to relieve some of the weight from your legs. Many years ago I was on a project that was out in the boonies, so we rented rooms for a couple of weeks at a local guy’s house. The toilet was in a clean and reasonably sized room that also did shower and laundry duty. During my first use of the toilet I noticed that there was nothing to hold onto for stability and weight relief, but looking up I noticed an exposed ceiling beam situated perfectly over my head. If I was to hang a piece of rope from that beam I would have something to hold onto and pull myself up with a little bit while having a deeply spiritually moving movement. So, the next time I went to use the toilet I took a length of rope and a chair with me. I was standing on the chair, and having thrown one end of the rope over the beam I was busy making a big loop on the other end to use as a hand-hold. Well, the owner of the house came into the bathroom at that very moment carrying a bunch of dirty laundry. His eyes went wide and he shrieked, “Oh! No Sir! No!” I wondered what the commotion was about, and quickly realized that he thought I was going to hang myself! I then showed him the actual intended use of the rope, but that only made him think I was crazy as well as being suicidal. For the duration of the trip whenever he saw me go into the bathroom he would give me a few minutes then proceed to knock on the door and repeatedly ask, “OK, sir? OK?” He was convinced I was going to off myself in his bathroom. Ah, squat toilets…good times!

Well, if he'd ditch the homeboy cap and cowboy boots, shave his armpits and legs, put on a slinky dress and nice shoes....oh, shit....

I usually staple 100 baht to the garland, especially if: a) I know the bar or someone in the bar even if only casually There is decent food offered at the party - $3 for a bar snack is fine by me c) I'd like to at some point in the future be balls deep in the birthday girl 200 baht if: d) all of the above

Yes, every girl can have a bad night. After all, they often need to deal with some rather foul characters. But, a lot of the time it's not just one bad apple (no offense to anyone named "Apple"!), but a bad climate or culture that's been allowed to develop in a particular bar. These are the bars I stay away from, even though there are undoubtedly some sweethearts in the mix. Some will say, "Oh, just give that bar another chance." Seriously? With dozens upon dozens of bars to choose from? I don't think so.

It was fun watching this last night with my sweetie at a small mixed GG/LB bar. She was into it, as were the others GG and LB alike. (It's not like there was anything else to do given that there were only two other customers in the bar and both of them were older local farangs who were half asleep in their beer. Mostly quiet on the side streets.) The consensus was that Miss Venezuela was very pretty, but that Miss Thailand was prettier. They all liked Miss Laos as well. I asked sweetie how Miss Thailand's answer to the question was and she said, "Not so good." My Spanish is rusty, but I could still tell that Miss Venezuela gave the sort of good polished generic answer that goes over well in these kinds of things.

It would appear that on that particular night she was working in a "standard" room at the Dynasty Inn, Soi 4, BKK...

For me the point is moot. I'm not interested in superstars. I'm not interested in lining up to bar fine an alleged superstar. And for the most part I don't go to LB bars that have dedicated threads on any forum. This has nothing to do with lack of money, looks, confidence or social skills. There are dozens of small bars that never get any mention at all. Many of them these days have at least 1 or 2 ladyboys. These are the places I prefer to rummage around in. For the most part the soiboy has typically punched below his weight. Why? You win more bouts that way! lol I've been this way since adolescence. In high school I only partook in one sport, cross-country, and did well enough to letter and thereby gain entre into the jock world even thought that was not really the group I hung with on a daily basis. Anyway, I remember how the particularly dim-witted jocks would salivate over the same small pool of cheerleaders. Frankly, I found their glossy, over made-up looks, not to mention vapid personalities, decidedly unattractive. When the dances rolled around I always asked a girl that I simply liked; the girl next door type, or the bookish type. They were always very happy to have been asked. Ditto for ladyboys. Case in point. About 2 years ago at a small beer bar in Pattaya near 2nd Road I met a very attractive ladyboy with a fun and exuberant personality, fairly new to the scene, and went with her a couple of times. Some months ago I found out that she had moved on to bigger and better. Now that she has had the full make-over and is sensational, I have no interest at all. I'm sure she is still a delight. But when I was with her I didn't have to wait in line...

When they ask my name I look them straight in the eye, and with one eyebrow slightly lifted in a rakishly debonair fashion, and in my best Sean-Connery-as-007 voice I say, "The name's Boy, Soi Boy." They just melt...

Interesting read. I'd like to see more of this photographer's work. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/09/24/soopakorn-srisakul-_n_5824614.html?utm_hp_ref=transgender Interesting comments in the "Comments" section as well.

The food plaza on the first floor of Big C Extra on Pattayaklang is very clean and has very good food. My Pattaya sweetie and I eat lunch there about every other day when I'm visiting. Papaya salad with salted egg from one counter and boiled pork with rice and greens from another counter is my usual. All for about 120 baht.

I’ve been meaning to visit Darkside since it opened, but have never made it over there. Over the past several years I’ve typically stayed in the heart of the Nana area where there is easy access the skytrain, plenty of bars, and plenty of talent roaming the streets. I used to explore more, but now like my routines. Yeah, I’m stuck in a rut…lol. Actually, I don’t really expect to go to a LB bar solely to have some drinks and relax, maybe watch a sporting event on a big screen TV. There are plenty of non-P4P bars for that. I go with the intention of, if I see someone I like, sealing the deal with my new lifetime companion for the night. And, I can appreciate the fact that the girls in a LB bar may well look somewhat askance at, “That weirdo who comes to our bar just to drink and look at us but nothing else. What’s his problem? Let’s beat the crap out of him.” Or, you know, something like that. What I don’t appreciate, however, is the immediate full-on frontal assault the split second I enter a LB bar. Sometimes that kind of festivity can be fun, but many times it’s simply annoying and can destroy the original objective of going to that bar in the first place. Case in point. I had three nights in BKK earlier this month while traveling through on business. I had enjoyed Check-In Bar in the past, in both its incarnations - the little hole in the wall bar just off of Soi 5 (very convenient to order a kebab from the guy next door, and then sit at the bar having a cold one while waiting for my snack) and the alco-cart late at night. I had barfined a couple of girls from both venues. Like others I liked its “little ladyboy bar that could” vibe. But I had not yet been to the new CIB further down the alleyway toward Soi 7. So, one evening around 8:00 I walked in. At least 15 LBs but no customers. Ruh Roh! Usually in situations like this I do an immediate turn around and flee back out the door. Why? The esteemed membership of this august forum knows why. You are going to be the immediate center of attention. It could be good, or it could be bad. (Now, if there are any newbs reading this and having a masturbatory fantasy about such goings on let me assure you that, yes, the first time this happens you think you are in heaven; the twentieth time it happens you think you are in hell, no matter how gorgeous the little devils are.) Well, too late. Within nanoseconds I was surrounded by half a dozen LBs and ushered to a table. I ordered a beer. They brought the beer. I attempted to chug the beer in warp speed in order to then loudly proclaim with a broad smile, “Wow! That hit the spot! Thanks ladies! Check bin kup!” Oh, but they’re too wise for that. Half-way through the chug…wait for it…you know it’s coming…”You buy me drink?” Repeated by all six of them. Now, there will be some who will say, “Hey! You don’t have to buy them a drink if you don’t want! Up2U!” To which the soiboy will reply, “Yeah? So how’s that work out for you, Sparky?” I was stuck. They knew it. I knew it. Six drinks and another beer for me. OK, since I’m in this for ST money at this point, and since they were being very physical with me, with a couple even going so far as to show me their genitalia and tell me how hard they can get (Shocking! Shocking I tell you!) and that I was welcomed to have a feel for myself, what was the poor hapless soiboy to do except to verify the veracity of their proclamations. So, yes, that was fun, but the annoyance would not subside. After I finished my beer I asked for the check and told them I had to meet a friend. A lame excuse. They knew it. I knew it. I went back out to my natural habitat, the street, and later that night culled a very suitable freelancer from the herd. (Oh, yes, that bridge. I almost forgot. It’s been in my family for years. Some tribal land grant thing from the 1800s. Unfortunately, my family has fallen on hard times and I must sell it. For you, $20,000 USD. It’s a bargain. Please bring cash.)

Yes, the go-go scene definitely grew old for me after a few years. But, I generally don't care for the LB bars either. Show me a LB bar where you truly can relax and just have a drink and I'll show you a bridge in Brooklyn that I have for sale. The bars with a street view are what I like best in BKK, followed by a perusal of the sidewalk talent later in the evening....

Countless times I've bought a 2nd drink simply because the LB or GG at hand was amusing me. For example, during my most recent trip passing through BKK I was having a beer at Stumble Inn taking in the Soi 4 scenery when a mid-30ish GG bargirl started to press her ample flesh against me. She was funny and sweet, so drink number 1 lead to drink number 2. I had no intention of taking her for the night, but I let her talk about her life and massage my neck as long as she wanted. Most of the time, though, a 2nd drink means that the lovely before me is my destiny...well, for the night anyway. But, that is only if the bar lets the girls pick their own drink, a real drink. I hate spending 5 bucks for a tiny glass of juice or Coke.

The short time rooms in Nana Plaza are OK, but I haven't used them in several years. I don't know if they are open when the bars are not, but then again, who would you be taking to a Nana Plaza short time room if the Nana Plaza bars are closed? There are many hotels, many reasonably-priced hotels, in the immediate vicinity of Nana Plaza. I always take my sweeties to my room, whether for an hour or a night. You can also have a ThaiFriendly etc. contact come you your room. All you have to do is answer two simple questions, "Where you stay?" and "What you room number?" Easy peasy. The soiboy's preferred modus operandi, though, on Soi 4 (Nana area) is to nurse a couple of beers at street-side seating at any of the bars (Big Dogs, Stumble Inn, Hillary, the bar next to the Nana Hotel parking lot, etc.) while checking out the freelancers. Pick one I like, lock radar on, and zoom in!

(Sung to "Silver Threads and Golden Needles." YouTube the wonderful Linda Ronstadt's covers.) Broken hearts and empty wallets; They define this life of mine. But I dare not stop my mongering; And the warm glow of the long time. I can buy your love with money; I've become that lonely kind. Broken hearts and empty wallets; They define this life of mine.

I'm not sure that I entirely follow your concerns. But, no, in my experience drama is not common in Thailand. I too have read those occasional stories of drama and wonder what in the world must have happened. But, as in all such cases there is always a backstory that isn't being divulged. Yes, it is always important to remember "face." Never, ever, yell or cause a scene. A good rule in general but especially in Asia. In tough situations don't loose your cool, and always remember that 99% of the time you can bring the drama to a quick end with a smile and some cash. Over the years I have only had one semi-dramatic scene with a LB. She was a ice smoker and started to freak out the next morning. It was amazing what calm words and 2000 baht did to usher her out the door. Other than that, simple survival rules apply. Don't get shit-faced drunk, don't stay out to the wee hours, and mind where you are at all times. Honestly, I wouldn't worry too much about all this. Of course, being in a relationship that has gone bad can definitely be dramatic but that's a different matter.

As with so many things LB, I react with my usual mixture of bewilderment, amusement, and fear of escalating violence. An example from my recent trip in May, There was a party at a bar where my current sweetie knows many girls and often works out of. The soiboy was enjoying himself, buying drinks, and having a grand old time when suddenly a well-endowed little butter-ball of a GG wearing a low-cut blouse suddenly appeared in front of me holding a shot of tequila I had apparently just bought a round of (!). She said, "Cheers!" and promptly put her arm around my neck and drew my face into her ample bosom. When I came up for air some 30 seconds later I saw her quickly being hair-flicked aside by sweetie who then proceeded to point a freshly manicured finger directly in my face while declaring, "You like boob! I see you! I see what you do! You like boob!" I tried to explain that among my people it is customary when ceremoniously presented with boobage-on-the-half-shell on a festive occasion to audibly and with great gusto express joy and thanks while diving face first into said boobage (think Homer Simpson doing a face dive into a coconut cream pie). Well, I only got out the first few words when I was brutally hair-flicked and she stormed off to the back of the bar. Fortunately, she had some friends who helped to talk her in off the ledge. The back story here is that she wants boobs. Up to this point the soiboy had done a magnificent job convincing her that her cute little homone half-an-A-cups were exactly what he likes best. All to be undone by a C-cupped GG! Dammit! Ah, yes, the hair flick... I can't wait until I get my next one in a couple of months!