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That made me laugh out loud. 🤣 Glad to see there are still members of this forum who don't take themselves too seriously! You're alright, @kentguy2025. Are you from Kent? Sweet is the country, because full of riches; The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy; Which makes me hope you are not void of pity. @Keithambrose Without googling, can you tell me where that quote is from? There's coffee and cake in it for you. 😏🤭

How do I treat those in vulnerable positions? What habits? Can you elaborate? I know I have asked these two questions before, without getting an answer. I just want to drive my point in (mauRICE casts general aspersions, bases on what his friends who have seen me told him, but remains silent when I ask for specifics).

Alright Maurice keep your wig on don't want to be busting your colostomy bag.

https://www.instagram.com/stories/clube555.sauna/

Oh that's right, there are no moneyboys on Grindr and he's unlikely to meet other farang working in a weed bar in a backwater like Krabi which, frankly, most international tourists haven't heard of. Damn those Silom hoes! Were you stoned at the time? Six nights is a lifetime! You're well within your rights to have all those expectations of him and to demand total and utter fidelity. I'd ask for it in writing - in blood!

Which sauna was it? A bit off the central agadir?

There's so many questions that I haven't answered, we met via Grindr, he isnt a moneyboy or a bar boy like the ones in Silom. He works in a bar that sells weed and alcohol, Ive been to his work and I know he doesn't sell himself there. I was in Krabi in November and that where I met him, he stayed with me for like 6 nights whilst I was there and we kept in contact since. I think I've asked the wrong question really, I think I wanted to know experiences of other falangs who have dated Thai guys before. I have thought about it over the weekend and I think I'll just see how this 2 week holiday goes in May, maybe things will be different when we are together in person.

In my humble opinion, the cultural difference is that foreigners, and westerners in particular, always look for the most complicated explanations whereas I have found that, in my more than twenty-year association with Thailand, the simplest and most obvious explanations are often the most accurate. Little fibs will lead to bigger lies in the future. Reticence in reciprocating your shows of affection means he's not really interested; oh he'll string you along if you're willing to put up with his behaviour and spend money on him but otherwise it's no loss to him. It's been five months since you met; he's probably met someone else, assuming he wasn't already with someone else when you started going steady. Yes. Somebody should pin this up somewhere.

Who do you think wrote it for me? 😉 Seriously, figuring out the signs and signification was easy based on my own general knowledge and having access to Thai friends and relatives from a wide variety of backgrounds. The writing took up a bit of time which I had while waiting for my father complete his annual physical. Seventy-eight and he passed it with flying colours. All we've been hearing since we left the hospital is how his doctor had said he had the blood pressure of a teenager: 118/78. 🙄 Field research? 😏

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I agree with @jason1975 - you have a way with words and I love it!

A straight trainer 😳 Is why I'm here now.... Someone has had a lot of free time to spend on this, usually it's @PeterRS that does the inspector Clouseau type of digging 😉

Fabulous writing! Bravo!

GASS GASS is very much a late-night venue. You don’t really start your evening here, you end up here, usually after Silom has already worked you over a bit. Tucked into a more intimate space, above white rabbit bar, it feels immediately different from the larger, more chaotic clubs. Lower ceilings, tighter floor, bodies closer together. There’s a sense that the night has narrowed its focus. Less wandering, more intention. The crowd skews 20s to 30s, well put together, slightly sharper than average. Not necessarily the biggest bodies, but definitely curated, good hair, good outfits, people who’ve chosen where they are and why. There’s a quiet confidence to it. What sets GASS apart is the presence of specially invited go-go dancers. These aren’t freelancers circulating the room. They’re part of the venue’s identity, in the corners, in the light, part of the choreography of the space. You watch them, they perform, but there’s a clear line. It keeps the atmosphere focused, almost theatrical at moments, without tipping into anything transactional. Crowds are invited to participate and touch. Music leans deeper into late-night territory. Less pop, more rhythm. Something you feel in your chest rather than sing along to. The kind of sound that makes conversations shorter and eye contact longer. And that’s really the point of GASS. It’s not sprawling. It doesn’t try to be everything. It compresses the night into something more intense but still fun. You dance closer. You notice more. You stay longer than you planned.

Apparently, 555 is still open despite every garotos and staff at Lagoa said otherwise. Just saw their updated Instagram a couple of days ago.

Back from Songkran and, honestly, still slightly dazed. If you’ve done Bangkok before, you think you know what’s coming. You don’t. This year felt… bigger. Denser. As if the city inhaled and then forgot to exhale. Silom, in particular, tipped over into something close to myth. One day had to be shut down entirely because the crowds simply became unmanageable. Not “busy”, not “packed”, properly overrun. Water, bodies, music, whistles, foam, heat. It stopped being a street and became a current you were carried along in. And the boys. OMG. Silom was thick with gleaming circuit party types, bronzed, oiled, and very aware of it. The sort of crowd that makes you stand up a little straighter, or at least consider doing a push-up later. Everywhere you looked: mesh tops, tiny shorts, water guns held like accessories rather than weapons. It felt curated, but not artificial. More like everyone had quietly agreed to bring their best game. Queues into the mainstays were, predictably, biblical. DJ Station and GOD had lines snaking well into the street, damp, impatient, but oddly cheerful. No one really minded. That’s part of the ritual. You queue, you flirt, you get splashed by strangers, you make temporary alliances. By the time you get inside, you already feel like you’ve been out all night. What’s changed, and what surprised me, is how much the scene has expanded. There are new venues now, not covered by the trip reports on this forum. Here are a few: Cake (bear bar) CAKE is one of those places you don’t quite notice at first… and then suddenly realise you’ve spent half the night there. Positioned as a bear bar, it fills a gap Silom didn’t quite have before. Not in the old-school, slightly tired sense, but in a way that feels deliberately warmer, more social, and a bit less performative than the usual circuit-heavy scene outside. Inside, the set-up is fairly straightforward. Compact, a bit dark, music at a level where you can still talk without shouting. The lighting is forgiving in the best possible way. It invites you in rather than putting you on display. You order a drink, you linger, you end up talking to someone. The crowd is exactly what you’d hope for: Bears, cubs, and plenty of admirers A fair number of 30s and 40s guys who look like they’ve outgrown the need to impress. Some younger visitors drifting in, curious, often staying longer than they planned. A sprinkling of circuit boys who, after a few nights of posing, seem quietly relieved to relax a bit. There’s a noticeable shift in tone compared to the rest of Silom. Less peacocking. More eye contact. People actually introduce themselves. Conversations last longer than one drink. It feels… human. During Songkran, CAKE leaned into its identity rather than competing with the madness outside. The pool party on the 13th of April was, by all accounts, exactly what you’d imagine and then a bit better. Not polished, not overly curated. Just a proper gathering. Think bodies of all shapes in the water, laughter cutting through the music, beers in hand, someone dancing a bit too enthusiastically, someone else cheering them on. Less about spectacle, more about participation. You could feel the contrast with the main Silom strip. Outside: hyper-toned, high-gloss, slightly intimidating. Inside CAKE: softer edges, easier smiles, a bit of mischief, a bit of flirtation that doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s also one of the few places where you see generations mixing without tension. A guy in his early 30s chatting comfortably with someone in his late 40s. No hierarchy. No obvious social sorting. Just people… being there. Boy Camp This one deserves a proper mention because it signals where Silom is heading, not where it’s been. Boy Camp sits right in the middle of the action on Soi 2, but it doesn’t feel like a legacy venue. It feels new. Slightly more curated. Slightly more aware of itself. And very much built for the current generation of Asian gay nightlife. Physically, it’s a multi-level party bar with a compact but high-energy layout. Think three floors stacked vertically, each getting progressively more intense as you go up. Downstairs is more social, transitional space. Middle level starts to pulse. Upstairs is where it tips into full party mode. Music leans heavily into K-pop, Asian pop, and circuit-adjacent beats, which gives it a distinct flavour compared to the more Western-heavy playlists at DJ Station. The crowd reflects that shift. You get a lot of: Younger Asian guys, particularly Thai, Korean, Taiwanese Well-groomed, fashion-aware, slightly softer aesthetic than the classic circuit muscle crowd Groups of friends rather than lone cruisers A noticeable social-media polish… but still playful, not overly cold There’s a kind of “idol energy” to the place. Not intimidating, but very visually tuned. People here know how they look under lighting. What’s interesting is that Boy Camp isn’t primarily about cruising or even heavy drinking. It’s about energy, movement, and group dynamics. People dance in clusters. They flirt in waves rather than one-on-one. There’s a sense of collective rhythm rather than individual hunting. Compared to older Silom venues: Less chaotic than GOD Less chaotic but more curated than DJ Station Less transactional than the go-go style places historically tied to the Patpong area During Songkran, it becomes something else entirely. The street spills into the venue and the venue spills back into the street. You get soaked boys coming in, drying off, then going straight back out again. Water guns abandoned at the entrance. Shirts half-buttoned or gone entirely. The lighting hits wet skin in a way that feels almost staged. And because the crowd skews slightly younger and more Asian, the aesthetic shifts from “circuit brute” to something more sleek, agile, almost choreographed. Less about size, more about lines. Less about dominance, more about presence. If DJ Station is the institution and GOD is the pressure cooker, then Boy Camp is the new language Silom is learning. And judging by the queues forming outside it this Songkran, it’s a language people are very keen to speak. By the end of it, Silom felt less like a party and more like an event that briefly took over the city, something between a festival and a fever dream. Would I do it again? Absolutely.

I believe you. In fact I would expect you to find him lovely and charming. That has never been Maurice’s or my point. It is not how he treats his peers, but those in vulnerable positions. As regards to his blog there is a recurrent pseudo-anthropological tone in it. He likes presenting himself as the man who sees the system clearly and refuses euphemism. But that “clarity” often just means he speaks about vulnerable young men in the idiom of selection, yield, and market sorting. Add to this a fixation on small price differentials, and a dislike of whatever constrains his ability to select.

I didn't find my happiness in terms of bottom twink in saunas. So I started looking on the apps when i was in Madrid. I found this gem. A handsome British guy who lives in Spain, I think. We first got to know each other over drinks. Then we went to my room for sex. It was gentle but intense. He had braces, but that didn't bother me about kissing him. If I'm ever back in Madrid, we agreed to see each other again. A wonderful encounter. https://rent.men/Nicotwiink

No, not all roads lead to Bali. My trainer, who's straight and a popular fitness model in Bangkok, was just complaining on his social media this morning that, based on reports from his many followers, his pics, all taken in Thailand, were being used without his permission on gay hook up apps and commercial sites and have been seen in Singapore, Malaysia, Taiwan and places in Thailand he had never been to. His pics could be mis-used all over the globe for all he knows. Such is the nature of the technology and the disingeneous nature of man. Therefore it doesn't mean that, if somebody had seen my trainer's pics three or ten times on a Grindr profile in Singapore, the profile belongs to my trainer or that he's physically in Singapore. Common sense. When I first saw the pics posted in this thread, my first thought was that the first guy was either of south Indian or Timor Leste origin and the second was from one of the Tai tribes in northern Thailand and I will explain why I believe this to be true. Besides his features which I feel are typically south Indian if one takes away the bright flash filter, there is a poster on his wall which I've attached below by Vidya Sharma, a modestly known local writer, guru and mindfulness coach from Karnataka State in South India. It follows that a budding bodybuilder from the same region would be inspired by a quote from Vidya Sharma than one remotely in Bali. Secondly, the staircase design and barrier is quite common in more modest south Indian homes, as confirmed by my friend at lunch today. My friend is Malaysian of south Indian origin and has been all over South India to visit his relatives and Bengaluru for business numerous times. When he showed me the pic, he immediately teased me that I had gone Indian in my tastes (I have no racial or skin colour preference). Coincidentally, we were at a banana leaf restaurant where all the staff were from various parts of South India and the three we asked all said the guy in the pic is south Indian and one even claimed it was his friend from Cennai. 🤣 Now, I shall move on to the cute guy in the second pic. The bird/garuda/owl? chest tattoo wasn't very instructive as it is not unusual in cultures with Buddhist or Hindu influences and consequently elements flowing from the Ramayan. Next was the full choker tattoo and stretched earlobe. Stretched earlobes aren't common in Balinese culture. I thought he could possibly be Dayak from Kalimantan or East Malaysia but the Dayak do their neck tattoos and stretched earlobes differently. And he's just too cute to be Dayak (my bias). 😅 So I went back to my first instinct and sent his pics to two good friends in Thailand: one is a tattoo artist and the other a cultural anthropologist. They both came back with nearly identical replies: the overall tattoo design and style of dress would suggest the young man is from a northern Tai tribe but they couldn't pinpoint which because of cross-cultural influences. Even the stretched earlobe isn't confined to the Kayaw or Lahu tribes anymore and it has been adapted by other tribes/cultures to look "more cool" by having only one earlobe pierced or stretched these days instead of both. To say that my circumspect analysis and reasoning show that all roads lead to South India and northern Thailand would be too arrogant and simplistic, but I would leave them here as a plausibility worthy of consideration.

When 555 first opened a few years ago, they labeled themself as the Old Fragrata. Anyone familiar with the old Fragrata know that the two places are as different as day and night. Nevertheless, I visited 555 and was impressed with the facility but very disappointed with everything else; no garotos. Twice I went there and the place was not even opened!!!! After one more disappointing visit there, I gave up and never went again. Indeed a visit there was a waste of time and money; at least for me. I was delighted with the opening of Python, but unfortunately the place closed down. I do not know why there are not more saunas in such a large city like Sao Paulo. Maybe the hundreds of program guys advertising on various internet escort sites have something to do with it. I am not a fan of using the internet escorts sites but may eventually have to use them 😑

He said nothing happened while he was there!

Doesn't matter if they have a beautiful round bubble butt.

I would ask the guy on twitter or X. I am not sure what his name is but he seems to know and get alot of guys in africa. His X handle is @StoryVillage. He has a whatsapp number in his bio for a group he runs. But he has stories of straight guys from villages and other areas that give it up or put it down for beer money.

I'm waiting for him to make it to or even find Brasil or the D.R..... then let's see what he says 😳