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Just checked into the PBR ... and almost burned the place down when the bedside lamp shorted out. It's being sorted with the usual Thai efficiency ... I might have a new lamp by tomorrow, I'm guessing.

I may be crazy but I ain't dumb! Damn, that was funny, K. Like Sam said, I'd need a trauma team skilled in emergency surgery. ... Of course if Fogmaster's photo of her truncheon is any indication, Nutty would just have to hit me over the head with her cock once, and I would be out cold ...

Oh no, I'm not getting into that whole "what's a femboy/what's a ladyboy" debate! That's right up there with the "am I gay?" topics and political threads. Sorry, I'm kidding, of course, but I just couldn't resist. By my definition, May was a femboy -- if she looks more boy than girl *to me* with her clothes off, then she's a femboy, plain and simple. Yes, you can argue that it's how she acts, her psyche, etc.; one is free, of course, to define the term however one wishes. It's ultimately a matter of perspective and opinion; me, I lost my hair-splitting knife. I'm a piss-poor pedant (but good at alliteration). Femboy, ladyboy -- I love them all and their hearts of gold (really, I do.) Sorry for the hi-jack, Khun Karl.

I know I'm in the minority here, like as not, and I like femboys as much as the next guy, but hooray for titties, I say! T-I-T-T-I-E-S Thanks for posting, Karl. As for the breasts themselves, it looks like lil' May didn't go overboard in terms of size (but still big enough for some titty fucking), so good on her, I say. If she's happy, I'm happy for her.

I grew up in the American Midwest, where Led Zeppelin was huge (still are, really). I was a wee lad in the sixth grade when Bonham died and the band broke up. Having older brothers and sisters, I was quite familiar with their music though, not to mention the other biggies of the 60s and 70s -- The Rolling Stones, The Who, Queen, Aerosmith, etc., and lesser knowns, The Zombies, the Guess Who and so forth. The Beatles goes without saying, of course. So naturally I'm a Led Zep fan (among many others, and among many other musicians and types of music that I'm a fan of). Their early blues-derived/influenced stuff is awesome (in the modern sense of the vernacular) and their later, proto-heavy metal and experimental stuff tinges on brilliant. Having said that, I don't ever need to or want to hear fucking Stairway to Heaven ever again. Fuck, by the time I got out of high school I was so sick of that song. That and Lynard Skynard's Freebird. Don't want to hear 'em ever again. 10,000 times is enough for this lifetime. And here's a story not worth a beer, so I'll just tell it: Incidentally, what was that awful band Page was in with Paul Rodgers in the mid 1980's? *pauses for a moment to Google* Ah yes, The (no-so) Firm. When they played my home city the father of a friend of mine was an executive at the venue where they played. The company also had a suite in the same hotel where the band was staying. A group of us was on the way up to our friend's Dad's suite for an after-show party when the elevator stopped on the mezzanine and this short little guy with curly hair down to ass gets on and keys in a suite. My friends and I are looking at each other and whispering "that's fucking Jimmy Page!" "No it isn't!" "Yes it is!" Finally as he steps off into his suite I ask him politely if he's who I think he is. He smiles, replies in the affirmative, and then the doors shut. Needless to say, we made a splash when we got to the next floor and our our own party suite; there was much talk of going down one floor and inviting Mr. Page up to join us, but of course, with keyed suites, there was no way to do that. I suppose we could have called down to reception and see if they would put us through, or bribed the security guys, but we were kids; didn't think of things like that. Thanks for the heads up on the film, Hefe ...

cheers, P. Dogg. As for that ass in post 24? Where's she work? Anybody got any contact info? Facebook? Well-played, DonneyKey. Been doing lunges at the gym and running stairs, have you?

I try and stick to the Golden Rule and keep things simple and drama free. Same same, here or there. I'm always a gentleman, but I'll never tell an out and out lie -- I may bend the truth a little if it means I can keep from hurting someone's feelings (it's not you, it's me, etc.), though. But I don't want to ask for nor do I wish to provide any long-term entanglements beyond friendship, so find no reason to have to spin any yarns. But then you knew I was going to say something like this. ... But that's what works for me and lets me sleep at night.

D'oh, I jinxed this thread, didn't I?

Someone yell at Scott and tell him to start crossposting on here again. Nevermind, I'll do it next week.

Took one look and thought "Geez, there's a "squeee!" worthy girl in Anaconda now too, in addition to my Laos princess back in Guess, and then two posts later, this. Which comes as a surprise to no one, lulz. Two peas in a pod, I should think.

Wow, I thought for sure this question would bring a troll or two out of the woodwork, or at least have started an argument by now. But that's what I love about this forum; it hasn't. Hope you got some worthy data, SV. Rates vary, but I think generally the above quotes are in the ballpark, in my experience/humble opinion. As per bar girls vs. freelancers, I think most would agree that if you have a problem with a girl -- i.e. she cleans out your wallet/lifts your phone while you're in the shower or some such, then the customer at least has some redress/course of action: he can go back to the bar/mamasan and make a complaint. This may or may not help, but at least it's an option. With a freelancer, there is no such option; you're on your own. In the past I've always spent a lot of time sussing out a freelancer on the rare occasions I've taken one home, and so far, haven't had any problems. *knocks on wood.* In fact I've met some great girls. But as I say, I almost always go with bargirls. But times are changing. Many girls are turning to the Internet as freelancers, and you can at least get some idea what someone is like before you meet. Of course appearances can be deceiving and anyone can be anything on the Internet, but take yourself for example. I already know more about you from your posts and profile (ostensibly) than had we just met on the street and had a drink. So I think currently freelancing may be more of an option for girls than it has in the past, and those that can command a better rate will find it easier to do so as freelancers.

Cheers BB. That's tomorrow for me; 72 hours from now, if all goes well, Buddha/karma willing , I should be in the taxi about 15-20 minutes from The Dawin. Three weeks in Thailand, a month or so at home, then back to Thailand for Xmas and an open-ended long stay (never say never again). The adventures continues with a new chapter. See many of you gents soon. Edit: the downside is, too keyed up to sleep right away. I'm going to be dragging ass tomorrow. Shoulda been in bed an hour ago.

Generation X, born and bred: apathy, Reaganomics, MTV, video games and personal computers. 1,000 points of light. I remember when E was legal and we called it X; or was that the other way around? I was rocking the goth before someone thought to call it goth (long before it was Emo). As for Emmanuelle and Sylvia Kristel, not surprised I'm not the only one. There are worse legacies to have, I suppose, although as she apparently often noted, it bothered her that non one ever recognized her for her work beyond the soft-core thinking-man's porn.

Haven't seen Rose's new 'do yet; hopefully by this time next weekend I shall. But take Ms. Fon for example -- she looks fucking hot regardless of how her hair looks, but her current style just ups the ante, for my money. And ditto for me on the Halle Berry look, et al. Feminine girls -- GG or LB -- who can pull of that look? Hubba fucking hubba. But having said all this, long hair often looks awesome too. Provided it's not all hairsprayed and poofed out like an East Tennessee trailer mama, that is.

An interesting topic, for sure. As you go onto suggest, Sam, you don't know what the boundaries of that zone are until you push them. Does having a drunk ladyboy with a wee todger about the size of your pinky (maybe a little thicker, but no longer) count as having your "back door smashed open," as BB put it? If so, then I've tried this on twice, and it was "meh," as the kids say. But then I've had a few ladies before this (both GG and LB) who used their finger on the ole prostate and sometimes it felt fucking great, other times, meh once again, and once it made my eyes water, as in "go gently there, girl; you're not playing pinball." Once I had a girl who really wanted me to try her ex-husband's prostate dildo/plug thingy -- she got *everything* in the divorce, I guess -- and that felt pretty damn good -- thought I was going to cum hands free for a moment -- but when did come, it hurt like fucking hell. Aneros, I think that thing was. Tongues? Oh yeah, that's always felt nice. Will I try it on again? Eh, if the mood/interest strikes me, sure. I think for me it's more a matter of "do I think it will feel good or not," as opposed to a psychological comfort zone, at this point. After all, I can't claim to be straight (love the ladyboys, cock and all) or be worried about taboos (much too late for all that), but then I don't want to sleep with guys who look/act/smell likes guys/boys, and I still love the GGs and pussy as much as ever. So not straight -- bent considerably is the term I choose when someone calls me out on it and insists on a label. Butt (see what I did there) my point is, if I thought it would feel really fucking good, I'd be all about trading off playing pitcher and catcher. But yeah, like Sam and others suggest, you don't really know what your boundaries are until you cross them. When you see a ladyboy get off hands free while you're fucking her, and see the look on her face, well, you gotta wonder. ...

Well, all I know is, I've walked in there at least twice in the past after the other bars had closed, with a ladyboy in tow, and gotten in with no problems. Again, maybe one with a customer/boyfriend, they look the other way. ...

Yes, that's the one -- with the exterior entrance a little further down Soi 4 (like 2-3 bars) from the hotel entrance, on the same side of the street. Damn, that's a shame; it's a good place to go shoot pool after the other bars close. I wonder if they've had a change of management or something; it's been a year or so since I was last in there with a ladyboy. But like I said, I'll vote with my dollars and go elsewhere. Again, sorry to hear about this. I'll be sure to make a rude gesture toward the club when I walk past late Tuesday night.

My first exposure to anything related to Thailand -- I don't think Yul Brynner and The King and I counts -- was the film Emmanuelle, of all things, which I first saw in the early '80s on late-night cable as a young teenager of 13 (more than once, I might add -- I found Sylvia Kristel to be quite fappable). Now the movie doesn't really have much to do with Thailand other than being set in (and filmed in) Bangkok and the surrounding environs. Still it made an impression on me; I remember thinking -- during the rare occasions when everyone on screen had their clothes on -- that I wanted to visit Thailand, and not *just* because it seemed where all these hot European women were having sex. Hadn't thought about this in years, however, until just now, when I saw that Sylvia Kristel died. I wonder if seeing that movie at a young and impressionable age planted a seed in my subconscious with regard to Thailand many years before I ever heard of transgendered women, much less ladyboys. Plus I've always had a thing for girls with short hair -- again, long before I ever discovered the third sex. Farewell, Sylvia.

Hey Duke, I've butterflied in Obsessions without problem; just follow the usual drill: make sure you tell them ahead of time that you're a butterfly man, and acknowledge the girls you were with previously (drink and/or tip if they come sit with you) if you choose someone else the next time. Of the current staff, I can heartily recommend Ouie and Candy, particularly Candy if you're looking for crazy good 'n' nasty times. Your mileage (kilometer-age?) may vary of course, but I think either one is a safe bet.

Nana Liquid? Really? I guess they let ladyboys in when they are with a customer? I've gone in there with my significant other du jour a few times and had no problems, regardless of what was in her undies (i.e., LB or GG). You know, I don't go out to clubs/discos that much by myself; beer bars with pool tables are more my speed (unless we're talking live music you can mosh to, although I think my moshing days are behind me, for the most part), but I've found GG's to be just as aggressive as ladyboys, more often than not, when out and about in a club by myself in Bangkok or where have you. And in any event, I tend to think any sort of discrimination is bullshit, but then as PDogg said, ultimately it's up to the owners. I tend to vote with my feet and dollars though, so that's part of the reason I'm curious to know about Nana Liquid. If they don't let ladyboys inside by themselves, I'd just as soon not frequent the place. ... Sorry to hear about your troubles, Steel Vajajay, that really sucks.

Regardless of who pays whom -- and we all pay one way or the other, on both sides of the equation, be it true love or hooker and john -- a gentleman should never leave a lady in a state of distress. Even if she's got a bigger state than his.

I've spent very little time in Cambodia; is he as revered as the current Thai monarch? And how do the Cambodians reconcile his support for the Khmer Rouge? The article Ken linked mentions this, but doesn't really delve into it. Any of you that have spent more time there have any insight into this?

I'm not sure of the finer points with regard to the cultural aspects behind this, having only lived in Thailand a total of seven months (although I've visited it numerous times and will be moving back again in December). But I do know that for your average Thai man -- and this is according to my Thai friends, both men, women and ladyboys -- to be seen patronizing working girls is a big cultural no-no (a loss of face, I guess). That is, even though it's very, very common. This is why many of the Thais are amazed and/or a bit shocked by us folk (farangs and whatnot) who do it openly. A bar/club/brothel where a Thai man can go to find a working girl tends to be a very quiet and discrete place, in an out of the way areas, with covered parking and entrances, such that unless you knew what was going on you'd never suspect it. I had a Thai friend show me a place in the town where I lived where the Thai guys went; you'd have thought it was just someone's house -- granted, someone well off, as it was a bit big. So I can just imagine some of the Thai guys you've had your way with in public were both mortified but extremely turned on , as it is a very big taboo, sex in public. Use your judgment; you might not want to try it with some Thai guy who will get unhinged. Maybe some of the long-time expats who've had Thai girlfriends/wives will chime in on this; I'd be curious to learn more myself.

I knew there was a large Thai expat/Thai-American community in Cali, but had *no* idea it was that widespread beyond California; that's really cool. Thanks for the link.

OT, but I have to ask: there is a Thai Buddhist Wat in Texas? Really? Whereabouts?