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My own favorite was when I had a boy at my house and it was raining rather heavily when it was time for him to leave. I told him he should stay until the rain ends. He said, "No problem raining. I have condom." Of course, he was trying to convey he has a raincoat.

Yes, we do disagree - but about means, not ends. Here's three very important words that should be a cornerstone of any future public debate about decriminalization: "RIGHT TO PRIVACY". So I'll say it this way. If you're asking me as an escort, I'm all for a sex positive culture. Have as much sex as you want, with as many guys as you want, as many times as you want. If we're talking about politics, though, my view is almost the complete opposite. Framing this as "sex positive" does not help. I think there is a clear analogy with the battles we have fought and won. We didn't win same sex marriage by arguing anal sex is awesome, and Gay men ought to be able to marry and fuck the man of their choice. We actually kind of avoided the issue of anal sex, altogether. Even my Straight brothers don't particularly want to hear about Gays and anal sex, even though they support same sex marriage. I think the basis of a successful decriminalization campaign could boil down to the same thing: what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. It's a private matter. Some version of that actually works with abortion. It's not that people think abortion is a great thing. It's that a majority thinks it's better to let it be a private matter, and to regulate it at the margin. (Alabama and other red states notwithstanding.) That's a philosophical approach. But I also think it ties right into a tactical, political approach. When the FOSTA/SESTA debate was happening I actually inquired around with other escorts and clients about forming a small group in the Palm Springs area to go meet with our US Rep and Senators. Palm Springs would be a great place to try to model a local organizing effort, I thought, because it's chock full of out Gay men. We have lots of Gay City Council members. So I could easily imagine a private meeting with staff of Harris or Feinstein or our US Rep with maybe half a dozen escorts and people who hire them. Meaning a handful of older, professional men who are the kind of guys who donate to or volunteer in political campaigns, but also like to hire. Like I said, Palm Springs is full of them. And maybe even a Gay City Council member thrown in to make us look credible. Like I said above, the clients I spoke with greeted this idea with something that bordered on horror. Having a private pool party with naked escorts is one thing. But dressing them up and going to talk to US Rep. Raul Ruiz or his staff? No thanks. So I just let the idea drop. As I said, I think we could be organized in lots of Congressional districts. And to me the key to successful organizing would be the idea that we don't have to have a public impact. We have to move legislators in private. Discretely. By the way, that's what the cops and Moral Marys do. They go meet in private with the legislators and tell horror stories about how women are sold or abused or trafficked. It has worked very well for them. They are on a roll. To me something like this would create a practical opening as to how we begin to fight back.

Just to clarify, Southwest Airlines allows TWO Checked Bags and ONE Carry-on Bag. And their fares are consistently lower than the Big Three.

Hilarious, but beyond the comprehension of a Trump supporter.

I am supposed to find false information and bigotry humorous? No thank you

You have no sense of humor. Best regards, RA1

Ha! I have a substantive comment on what you said. But first let me take the vanity lap regarding your kind comment about running for office. Because it actually does tangent on the issue of decriminalization. In my 30's when I was very involved in state and local politics (as a community organizer of organizing director of non-profits, not as a government employee) the question I got asked all the time is, "When are you going to run for office?" The answer was always, "Never". So when I switched to being an escort it took a year or two to get used to the internal emotional reaction. I would not call it shame, but it was in that ballpark. First, there was the worry about getting caught. But beyond that I knew and worked with a ton of elected politicians in the city and state. So I kept waiting for the "one step removed" to play out and at some point I figured some client would out me and everybody who knew me would find out what I was up to now. I've spoken with many escorts who of course have different versions of the same concern. Fortunately, that never happened. Early in my SF days I went out on a date with a guy I met online who was this gorgeous bodybuilder. We hit it off, and he claimed I was exactly his type. But he worked in the Mayor's Office in City Hall. And I just thought this was a little too close for comfort. As in I didn't want to really tell him about my day job. So we had one date, and then I just came up with some excuse to drop it. Then maybe a year or so later I found out by coincidence, from a few escort buddies, that the bodybuilder I'd gone out on a date with was .......... wait for it ...............an escort. That was educational to me. I'm like, wait! You can work in CITY HALL and do this? WTF? Of course, it's San Francisco. Don't try that in Alabama. You are absolutely correct. One of my friends who is one of the best organizers in the country on LGBTQ issues was quoted in an article called "Hearts Not Heads" in The Economist in which she made the point that our success on same sex marriage ultimately rested on an emotional argument: we let people get to know who we are, and where are hearts are at. As opposed to an intellectual appeal to fairness or equality of other "principles". That said, I don't think the same would be necessary if we are talking about decriminalization. I don't think "coming out" to everyone is a necessary or even a good strategy. Unlike same sex marriage, I don't know that we ever can, or have to, win broad public support. If a serious effort were mounted, I think the key thing would be behind the scenes lobbying with elected officials and their staffs. And part of what would be interesting about THAT is you could, in theory, have many "respected" members of society like doctors and lawyers and even politicians and judges "coming out" behind closed doors, to elected officials or their staff. I think that would be highly effective. And it does not involve marching in a parade, being quoted in a newspaper, etc. That said, I'm still pretty sure the idea would scare the shit out of most people. But I don't think it needs to be an "I'm here, I'm queer, get used to it" strategy. Here's a cautionary tale. At one point around the time I was very involved in volunteer same sex marriage organizing I came out as an escort to the friend I mentioned above. While she is high up in the LGBTQ organizing mafia, she is personally Straight. As it turns out, she was also one of the first people I came out to as a Gay man a few decades ago. So I could do a compare and contrast. When I came out as Gay she was all pride and joy. When I came out as an escort I could tell it really confused her, and she never really seemed to feel comfortable with that. As I said in my first post, I think a lot of professional women see escorting as something in the ballpark of a form of slavery. So that was also educational. She's a poster child when it comes to tolerance on anything liberal and LGBTQ. So if she had a hard time with this issue, I'm pretty sure a lot of people would. Which is why I think if there ever is a serious effort is should be based less on public visibility or media or persuading the public, and more on having teams of people who are escorts of those who hire them go talk to politicians and their staff in private. There's a whole bunch of great arguments that could be made. But the best one is that we waste a tremendous amount of time and money playing "whack a mole", and those resources could be far better spent on many other pressing needs.

I think it's great. Yes, I've eaten at Taco Bell on occasion but usually when I'm in a rush or get a craving for something with a Tex-Mex flavor. I used to bitch about the idea that they use the same 7 ingredients in everything they serve but just jumble it up to call it different things. The idea of a hotel with that motif just entertains me.

He is a cutie. Sure hope he has a smart head on his shoulders and experienced mentors advising him. Being known as a young, handsome, "out" gay actor in show business will attract a lot of unwanted attention, especially with lips like his. Sort of like throwing bloody meat into shark-infested water. At least today, you don't have to end up OD'd in some alley off Melrose.

It’s Wednesday and almost lunch time. Ya, known to many on the Forum, as one of the early and incredibly helpful and popular Siam Roads guides, has retired from guiding and is managing properties for farangs and expats in Pattaya. We’ve agreed to meet up for lunch today. That gives me a chance to catch up on my reporting before he arrives. Before I begin, let me recommend Nathan_B’s post about Pattaya. He captures the mood much better than I ever could and since we share most of the same opinions about the venues, it does away with the need to describe the clubs and staff. Sunnee is almost hopeless, but not completely as there is the chance that.someone from the past will reappear. It’s important to underline and shout out that it is slow season...even in Jomtien which has its new Jomtien Walking Street signage, a majority of the tables and chairs are empty. My days have been somewhat routine. Go the beach in the morning, red and blue umbrella section just past the old restroom/new storage facility. Once there I settle in and then have a massage on the sand. The section hosts shade my pale body with umbrellas. Last year, on both visits to Pattaya, Noo was my masseur of choice. On Sunday, I couldn’t find him and didn’t see him walk by, so I went with Thim. OK massage, so I repeated with him on Monday. Of course, Noo now appears. I tell him what happens, book him for Wednesday back at the hotel as the beach umbrella sections are closed on Wednesday. On Tuesday, Thim is a no - show for our agreed time, so I Line Noo, he arrives, massage begins and Thim shows up. At this point I remember how good Noo is with massage and say “sorry” to Thim. Noo, by the way, could easily work at Tawan given his physique. After, my morning massage, I relax, have some fruit drink - usually watermelon, and watch the passimg scene...most of the folks sheltering within the blue and red zone recognize one another after a couple of days, folks have the same chairs, some have new boyfriends some return with their regular companion. There is a Russian family that comes down to the beach every morning, five of them,leaving their bags at the foot of a palm tree and go in the water for a half hour and them pick up there stuff and head back to wherever. I then head back to the hotel, shower, maybe take a nap. Catch up on internet - it’s all sort of boring, and - for. Me - that’s a good thing. I go for a walk around 3, stop at some of the Jomtien Complex bars as they are setting up and the boys are arriving to work. I learn but am not surprised how hard it is to find customers in the slow season who will take the guys off or even tip them when they sit with them and go through the routine “where you from/stay/for how long? While Fah massage has closed, two newer massage places have opened, one next to Fah, the other a few paces on the left - next to the show that sells condos and swimwear, - as one leaves the Venue. I didn’t try either. Tuesday, I had a great massage from one of the bar boys at CJ...he contacted me on Romeo, I recognized from the photo that he was working nearby, so went over and chatted, told him I didn’t want to off him, he suggested massage, I agreed and we arranged it Tuesday, which was yesterday. So Tuesday was a beach massage and in the room massage double. For meals, I’ve has some street food, been to Super Issan, had breakfast pastries from Delice (next to Fah’s old location), Poseidon, and Yupin. The last two provide food in the grand old style, generously portioned and heavily sauced. I’m not sure if that is a recommendation in this day of healthy eating, but it was good tasting. Patrick, the gray eminence of Yupins is a charmer. Tonight, is the monthly 6 course wine matching dinner at Poseidon andI’ve booked a space. That boring part of this report is now out of the way, so to discuss my evening activities, I spent a good portion of Monday night in Boyztown. I visited Dreamboys, X Boys, Cupidol, looked in at BBB, and, again note that Nathan_B has a report that I can only echo. I do note that Cupidol’s mamasan continues to drive me crazy. Observation, customer mix is more farang than Asian. Definite change from Bangkok. Monday, after my wandering, I ended up at Toy. Boys. I was looking for the glasses wearing Cambodian boy, I saw the night before while waiting for Sophy. Manager said the boy was off on a short time, if I cared to wait. I responded, with a maybe tomorrow comment. Sophy had been onstage but the opposite side from where I was seated, when the rotation brought him into view, I called him over. Rather than go to Jomtien, we adjourned to Toy Boys private room and enjoyed ourselves/each other. Until that night, I didn’t know there was a private room available. Live and Learn! Tuesday night, I went in earlier to Boyztown as suggested by the Toy Boy manager. I was so early (8:40pm) the boys weren’t even on stage. Manager quickly remedied that. Other customers followed me in. The object of my interest arrived about ten minutes later. Manager tells me he is a “newbie” ;from Cambodia. As soon as he’s clocked in, Manager brings him over. He is short and thin, and feline in his moves. Just sitting down, he works his body into mine and puts his head on my shoulder. We agree on the off and head to Jomtien. His name is David, some English. Hold hands on the way to baht bus, and entwines with me on the ride. He’’s 23 but looks younger - I did a passport check. David tells me this is his third day working at Toy Boys, he came from Cambodia five weeks ago and worked in a Jomtien restaurant the first month, some of his friends had “lot of money” and he decided to work where they did. Once in the room he undresses me as if it was part of a staged event, button by button with a kiss each step. The top of his head comes up to my chin. He tells me I am large, probably because he’s now taken off his glasses. When he is naked, I tell him he is large and HE IS. Up to this point on this trip I though Shy from Moonlight was tops in this area...David wins. Another thing, for someone in the work for 3 days, he must have had a great trainer as he has no inhibitions nor any limits that we could find. Since he is a fraction of my age, he had a level of energy that is amassing. Once we have reached a point of exhaustion, he asks if he might stay the night. I agree. And, after a rest, we go back to our activities. This will happen one more time in the morning before he leaves at 6:30. He was with me for more than 8 hours. Three hours after David departed, Noo was in the room for my morning massage.... OK... I’ve caught up. Only two days left...

Welcome to “Supertown” - Jomtien’s walking street! I arrived in the daylight and actually didn’t see the sign until the evening when I was returning from Boyztown, but the local chamber of commerce is gunning for business. I left the Tarntawan around 10 am in a car provided by Mike’s of Pattaya. In maybe a dozen trips, his drivers have never been late, cars alwaysclean. Cost 1200, including tolls. I know there are many less expensive ways to go back and forth...this works for me. Returning guest greeting at Poseidon, super large room and gigantic bathroom with rain shower and jacuzzi for 5 or more. I unpack enjoy my arrival snack of salmon and a juice. Have a text from Max, known from my last visit, we agree to meet up at 3. I head to the beach, usual sport (blue and red umbrellas, right after what had been a being constructed rest room, but is now a beach facility of some sort. After relaxing with some music and enjoying the breeze, I have massage on the sand. Nothing extraordinary but helps to set the relaxing tone I want. Agree to a daily morning wakes p massage for the next few day. At 300 THB, it’s an easy decision. I get back tot he hotel and Max is waiting, we explore the advantages of a rain shower...given the care he takes of his hair (true for many, many boys) he does not favor the rain shower. We while away a few hours until he has to go to work at a small resort. I shower one more time - the room comes with maybe a dozen towels! Then a light dinner in the restaurant. I look at Romeo and see that there are any number of active users within a quarter mile...then again, there are a dozen or more bars within that range. One of the guys is the manager of one of the bars. This will be a note that returns. Around 9, I head into Pattaya proper...I get out at the McDonalds and head to Sunnee. Nice Boys, Power Boys, one or two customers (including me). On stage behavior is according to policy, must admit, I’mimpressed (in a negative way) how two of the Nice Boys boys can use their phones and work their clocks at the same time. I walk around Sunnee for a while, sort of very empty. Head over to Boyztown, think I’ll probably head to Dream Boys when it’s closer to show time. Kawaii Boys is closed, though I think that’s been reported. Anoterhclub which was on a corner is completely gone, but I can’t remember the name. I stop in Toy Boys, maybe a dozen good looking guys on stage. Mostly Cambodian - a theme of this trip to Thailand. Mamasan remembers me - another trip theme. I tell him I don’t see Sophy, who I offed on each of my two last visits. I’m focused on two well proportioned guys, one tall and lanky, the other average height (for a Cambodian) who wears glasses. Mamasan asks if he I’d like him to call Sophy who i just back from a visit home. I say yes. Sophy is not only physically stunning but we hit if off in the quiet times as well as the more active moments. While waiting, I call over the tall lanky boy and we get to know one another. I arrange to meet him later this week and then negotiate the same arrangement with the guy with glasses. Mamasan tells me he;’s a newbie. Sophy arrives, he’s lost 2 kilos and is even more physically stunning. We head out to the hotel. This is when I see the electric sign for the first time. In the room, he says no to the rain shower...hair. We used the hand held. He knows where I keep my supply of condoms and lube and goes to it after drying off. He puts them to good use. Some afterward pillow talk, some spooning, he takes another shower after cleaning me up. He departs, he’s one I’d like to see as long as he’s still working and I’m still visiting. My watch tells me I had a message from a Romeo...it’s the guy who manages one of the bars. I stop, we both smile. I buy him a drink. He’llcome By on Tuesday for an afternoon massage before he goes to work. My week is getting booked up!!! Now it’s beach time.

It’s Saturday night in Bangkok and I just finished a two hour massage and packed most of my stuff for tomorrow’s trip to Pattaya. Looks like I need to fill in the blanks since I said good-bye to anndy in front of Lucky Boys and returned to the hotel with a voyeur stop at Moonlight. Well,, Thursday and Friday were very much alike, combing some Thai culture, with some massage, with some direct offing. Thursday, a Thai friend came by and we went to the National Museum. Informative and some of the buildings were air conditioned but not all. Lots of taking off and putting shoes back on. I need to remember to bring some easier on and off shoes. Lunch was a D’ark at IconSiam. Setting is impressive, staff is excellent, manager introduced himself, food is international comfort food. Restaurant like the entire mall needs more people. Manager said it’s busier in the evenings and weekends, but... Parted ways with my friend with a cultural plan for Friday agreed. I head to Prime for a two hour oil massage. Usual high quality Prime standard. Room had a table with a face space and a shower. 800 baht. No HE, tip 400. I skipped dinner as lunch was late...wrote up my trip report and posted it. Then went directly to Lucky Boys, and offed Hab. He had texted me that he was back from his visa run. I had a drink and paid the off fee. Hab and I reintroduced ourselves to what we liked about one another. We both fell asleep for a while and then re-engaged. Showered and then some spooning...he left sometime close to 1am. This short time was almost 4 hours. I added 100 THB to the short time rate. Friday, massage was at Art Massage - the one located at the entry to the Tarntawan driveway. 90 minute oil massage for 700. Masseur NoonE (I capitalized the”E” as he pronounces his name with a rising note. Young, from Issan. I didn’t know what to expect, the last time I was in this establishment, it was “a do you want me to...” massage. Today, it was different as NoonE gave me an orthodox massage with no touchy hints of possibilities, just a really great massage. I was in a great space when he finished beating on my back. Shower by myself, no surprise. Rooms are cubicles open at the top. Massage table with a face hole. Shower at end of corridor. Quickly back to the hotel, 2nd oil removal shower, then met my friend and we went off for a light dinner and the Bangkok Silent FIlm Festival’s opening night at the Scala cinema. Impressive theatre from the Cinerama era. Must be being eaten alive by the multiplexes. Film was a German 1928 melodrama about trust,jealousy, hatred, rivalry, friendship, attempted rape... the live music was the best part of the event. Event was to have lasted 90 minutes, it started late due to the festival opening event, speeches, flower presentation, and donors photos. Then the film ran almost 2 hours. Once it finished, I rushed my friend out, said goodnight, and grabbed a BTS. It was just after 10 when I arrived at Moonlight...paid the toll, greeted by mamasan who is a help. The rotation is going on but I don’t see the reason for my rushing. I ask mamasan “5?”. He says, some akin to “it’s ok” and send a waiter backstage. A few minutes later Shy emerges from the door located next to the side of the shower, sees me, smile lights up. A couple of words, he goes to get dressed, I have a sip of my drink, pay the off fee, realized the show hasn’t started and the place is full - though I don’t see anyone upstairs. Once Shy returns, there are two more seats to put patrons in... He has to go to his room to get his passport, I alert security that it’s ok to let him up to the room. I get my shoes off and he is at the door. Don’t know where he lives but it must be close. This was the best of my offs this week. He, like Hab, remembered what worked before, elaborated on it, and took us both to some great places. There is something to be said about offing someone you had a good time with a 2nd time. The learning/pleasure curve, improves things. We’d begun with a long shower that probably depleted the municipal water supply as we explored each other. Then after some bedroom experiences we went back to the shower to clean up, Shy escorted me back to bed for some gentle loving, some conversation, and then he gave me an extended sensual massage. He left after midnight. It was an incredible evening...actually, Thursday and Friday each ended incredibly. I can only recommend Hab and Shy. Hab is #20 at Lucky Boys and Shy is#5 at Moonlight. Once, I post this report, I need to decide where I’ll end the Bangkok portion of this visit. I had another massage from NoonE this afternoon. Tonight, well, I still have to visit some clubs I’ve not been able to get to, I had wanted to off the new boy from Myanmar at Hot Male. I’ll let serendipity be my guide and I’ll update once I’m in Pattaya.

Wednesday morning’s temperature was decidedly lower. So, after breakfast and a shower, I went off to explore some side sois and so forth. I meandered about for more than three hours and clocked a bit more than 10 miles on my watch’s pedometer app. I had thought to get some lunch at Dean and Delucca at King Power Tower - but nothing tempted me. I picked up some street food on the way back to the hotel. At the hotel, I had a pm from anddy. We traded ideas on Line about a meet up. PaulSF had individually suggested to each of us that we should meet. As anddy reports above, we planned on Hot Male Bar, rain intervened, so went with a back up of the Wine Collective in Silom Complex at 7:30. Since it wasn’t anywhere near 7:30, I went over to Indra massage, across from Tawan, and booked an hour massage with Nit. Indra had moved since I was last there, just a few door to the left of where it was and Art Massage number whatever is now. Entry level area where bookkeeping is done may have been a bar or restaurant in a previous life, it probably was a go go in the 80s. Paid 600. Nit is handsome in a VIet sort of way, he’s Vietnamese as I learned when we did the in room introductions. Room on 2nd floor with its own shower. Shower together at the end. Scripted massage, at 20 minutes, do I want him to take off his shirt/shorts, fee discussed. At 40 minutes, do I want a body to body massage. At 50 minutes, well...you get the idea. I tip 1100. The HE was with Viet limits. Back to the hotel to take another shot at getting the oil off. Head out to meet anddy, I’m carrying my compact umbrella. Doorman/security guard won’t let me leave until he gets me a bigger umbrella. Thanks for the thoughtful consideration. Not sure about the luminous lime green color. On my way to Silom complex, I’m I greeted by the guy who was the non bandana wearing tout/grabber for the Twilight Hot Male, he’s dong the same work for a restaurant off Silom. I later learn that restaurant has the same owner as Hot Male and Moonlight. Great time at dinner with anddy. As he mentioned, I’d planned on an early night to recharge...didn’t happen. We headed to Hot Male Bar in tribute to PaulSF. Iin Twilight this was once his principal hangout until he moved to Maxi’s. From our perch and the massaging bar boys making us comfortable, we noticed some things in the area...the construction site that is to be Dream Boys, the soi shortcut to Patpong 1, that is both a back stage area for Paradiso and a place where folks are bringing their drinks. I posted some photos in the Paradiso forum. Anddy pointed to the stairs at Lucky Boy and asked if Lucy was the mamasan he saw. Yes, it is Lucy. We both comment on the fact that there is a neon sign for Bangkok Massage right adjacent to the Lucy Boys sign. Neither of us could find any massage boys lingering about nor any entrance. A mystery. I decided that I’d see if Hab was working at Lucky Boys, anddy joins me to get an idea about Lucky Boys. Needless to say we are in Lucy;s grasp within seconds of entering. Not bad as she snares us good seats, unfortunately we are only in the middle of the diva driven show. Hab is still on his visa run, an attractive guy is making many signs of interest in anddy. As the show is close to ending, large group of Asians enter. Anddy notices that the Asians are tipping but don’t do it directly,, instead they give the tips to a waiter to present. They also begin offing many boys, including the one who was interested in anddy. They do make some contact but the bo goes off with the Chinese. Anddy and I leave, but not until Lucy has listed a variety of options for me in lieu of Hab, including a guy from the big cock show, who looks to be about16 years old. He is also Vietnamese. One can only imagine the mismatches if Lucy was a restaurant wine steward. We depart from Lucy Boys and after looking into Paradiso, go our separate ways with sincere hope to meet again in the future. As i head for Surawong, Minh is in front of Fresh Boys and wants to come away with me...thanks but not tonight. I then run into the Moonlight, former HotMale, grabber with the bandana who says I should check out the 2nd show at Moonlight. Decide to see what I can see. Tell the gatekeepers I’m there pick up a boy and get in without a toll...perhaps because the grabber and the Mamasan who knows me are walking me in. I only stayed a short while, but it’s completely different show at midnight. It opens with the “stars’ doing their entry. Babe was not there (night off or maybe offed?). I got there a few minutes before the show started so could see that the rotation was down to 9 boys with numbers. #5 was among them and I was VERY tempted to renew our acquaintance but resisted and returned to the hotel and bed.

to chip in a little bit from my small part in ggbkk's trip: very pleasant evening together last night. Original plan was to meet at Hotmale beer bar to toast on Paulsf and then go for dinner from there. Plan was changed on short notice due to heavy rain just half an hour before meeting time, so decided to meet at Silom Complex for dinner first, then take it from there. Luckily by 7:30 the rain had already stopped even though it was quite a downpour. Nice dinner with some drinkable inexpensive wine and chocolate dessert. Ggobkk's plan had been to not really go out and retire to the hotel early, but of course after dinner a drink at Hotmale was in order. Toast on esteemed member @paulsf was duly executed While out and about anyway already, we decided to have a look at Lucky Boys to see if his Cambodian off Hab from a prior night was there. He wasn't, so ggobkk stuck to his original plan to go home alone. We left just after the show. The bar was not full but not empty either. As the show drew to it's end after 11pm quite a lot of new people came into the bar. During the show a boy sitting to the side of the stage by himself took an interest in me. I flirted back, but no more. A bit later he was called over to another table and offed. As we left I briefly greeted him, found out he is from Myanmar and even cuter from up close than the distance. Parted with a red note and promise to meet again soon.... Overall, very nice meeting ggobkk for the first time, very pleasant company and conversation indeed. Meet again next trip

Rant of the day - it’s hot. Temperature is double what it is at home...really curtails my desire to be out and about in daytime.. So...to continue Hab left around 2am to catch his visa run bus. I slept in until almost 10am which is unprecedented for me. Tarntawan breakfast using same menu that’s been here for at least a decade. Food, though, is fresh! Haven’t seen the manager who parks his Honda in the driveway...want ask about the changes and to whom the new Imperial Hotel Surawong would be marketed. Deciding some personal care and some air conditioning was in order, I took the BTS to MBK Center and got lost finding Red Nails (2nd floor C Section). One of my offs introduced me to this salon some time ago and it is now a regular stop where I get a pedicure. I could give a series of reasons to justify the need for this procedure, formerly infected toe, broken nail, etc...BUT, it’s for the sheer pleasure of walking once the calluses are removed. Wander around MBK using my restored feet, so many areas I rarely visit. Focus on the 5th floor - crafts. Which include such artistic masterpieces as T-shirts, silk scarves. I pick up some souvenirs and must be the first customer of the day as my payment is waved over the shelves. Back to hotel to drop off my packages (2) and then head off to visit the guys at Excelsior Tailors in the Siam Heritage Hotel. It’s a social call to keep up my contact, but I don’t need anything this trip. Headed to Madrid to meet a fellow Forum member and have some pizza. Same four ladies still in charge in Madrid, it’s pointed it that several of the artworks are actually framed puzzles. Unlike some other Forum gourmets, I am not of the option that Madrid’s pizza is stellar. But I like the character of the service and the purported history. There are signs on the entry door and the bathroom door advertizin that Madrid will be celebrating its 50th year in November. (Vinapu put that in your calendar). Now, I’m off on my own, as my dining companion isn’t into the bars (at least tonight). So as I start a shortcut through the stalls of Patpong 1, I see a familiar face sitting at the entrance to Superboyz, the 2nd of the two gay bars/gogos on Patpong 1. The gatekeeper is the larger of the Twilight Hot Male mamasans. Surprised to see him / he’s surprised to see me. He leads me up a very steep flight of stairs (steep fights of stairs will be another “rant” soon enough). At the top of the stairs one turns to the left and can see the whole room - which is modestly wide and narrow (two rows of seating facing a stage. On the stage are 6 guys, types are difficult to classify. More than twinks but not by much. I thank the Mamasan for his tour and holding the handrail, head to Patpong 2. There is a traffic jam of touts, grabbers, and hangers on where Dream Boys Paradiso, Hot Male, Fresh Boys, Lucky Boys, and Screwboys are located. Out of past loyalty, I head first to Hot Male, where I’m welcomed by the previous site’s Mamasan. He shows me the outdoor bar which has potential as it overlooks Patpong 2. Note - didn’t see either of the two Twilight Hot Male grabbers, all new faces in new logo shirts. We go into the club, one of the boys waves me over to where he is sitting. He is the only one left from the previous location - he recognized me and knows that I won’t be offing him. That makes it easy to sit and checkout his version of what is happening with Hot Male. Having looked at the “talent” on stage, I mention that it sort of average and the coyote dancers aren’t up to the standard (I’ve offed two of the HM coyotes from the old location). He tells me to wait to check out one of the new boys, “just your type” he says. This is not a surprise, as I learned a long time back that the boys score their clients and note likes and dislikes and pass the information along. There may even be a secure web app for the boys to share client stories. When asked, he tells me the show is pretty much the same but they don’t have a lot of the stage space they had before. Lots of rings hanging above the stage, so that effect is still there. The mamasan joins us and tells me the boys were from Cambodia, VietNam, and Myanmar. The rotation changes and one stunning boy steps on stage (this is the one I was told I would like). I’m introduced, but it’s too early - just 9pm. I tell him I’ll be back. I may have meant it. At this point a group of non-Farangs comes in and sucks all of the attention, which gives me the chance to leave. I give #1 two red bills to my old familiar who is #1 and a god guy if you’re at HotMale. Mr Myanmar gives me a kiss. OK...next - Freshboys...as this is on the same level as Hot Male I can just walk over and avoid the stairs. As I go to enter, one of the waiters is coming out, he sees me (avoids running into me), turns and escorts me in. Room hasn’t changed since I last reported on it, U-shaped seating surrounding a thrust stage. Same mamasan as before, I don’t know her name, but she leaves me alone. Maybe 16 boys in rotation on stage, one with the face of a rascal keeps engaging with me via smiles and some crotch pulling. Waiter (#8) comes over and takes my drink order...#8 is young, but then almost everyone is, and very sexy. I invite the rascal over, he tells me he is 23 and from Vietnam. He looks much younger, very touchy feeling, puts my hand where it can roam. I buy him a drink and when #8 brings it over, I start to think about lust with a waiter. My Viet boy is not to my type. I see the last boys dressing for their musical numbers and decide its time to leave. I give Mr. 23 year old a red note and thank him for his time. Another waiter brings me my bill, so there is no chance to proposition #8. I wonder if I actually would have... Seating note...sitting to the right of the front of the stage one has a clear view of the boys dressing room. OK...now to check out Paradiso. Down a flight of stairs, using the handrail as these steps aren’t as well lit as Hot Male’s. There are now even more touts about as it’s almost showtime. Paradiso is similar in size to Stranger Bar on Soi 4. If one isn’t familiar with Stranger Bar’s layout, think narrow in width and not a lot of depth to the room. 5 muscle guys, sort of beefy, on stage. Drinks are 350...same as Hot Male price. Place is full, but not sure what that means, one other farang. Leave after I finish my drink, learning that the off fee tonight is 400. Not sure if it changes night to night. As the show is starting at Lucky Boys, I let a grabber help me up the stairs.. OK...Rant - I’m relatively agile, but the stairs at Superboyz, Freshboys, HotMale, and Lucky Boys are steep enough that Sherpas should be provided. As I’m happy so many clubs were able to relocate, (Rave) that will have to be endured. Since I was at Lady Lucy’s Lucky Boys last night and taken Hab away with me, I was greeted with ruffles and flourishes by Lucy. Boys are paraded for me, advantages, disadvantages all analyzed. At least 30 boys in the rotation, more sitting with customers. I’m the token farang, though I’ll be joined later by another. Place is fairly full, and this is a big room compared to the others I’ve visited tonight. I ask #39 to join me and buy him as drink. He’s Cambodian. On stage he looked Iike a deer caught in the headlights. Tells me, in my limited Cambodian which matches his English vocabulary, that he’s been in Thailand for half a year, at the club for a month. Since he’s sitting with me, Lucy keeps returning to see if I will off him. He and I run though the check of what he/we will do. Boxes checked, I agree to an off, He goes to change. Show begins...artsy, with elaborately costumed lady boy singers. In my jaundiced opinion, show is nothing special. #39 and I leave for my hotel. I ask if he’d like anything to eat. Offer declined. Holds myhand and guides me along Surawong. At the hotel, he recognizes it and tells me he doesn’t have his ID or passport. UGH. Frustrating. I give him 200 and he departs. It’s now somewhere after 11pm. I go up to my room, realize I’m, being foolish and head to Screwboys, with a thought that maybe the waiter at Freshboys....(thought left unfinished). At Screwboys, I’m shown to a table where a couple is already seated, and I’m wedged in. All the tables and seats are taken, crowd is about 30% female. I am (again) the only farang (in the Euro-Caucasian sense). I no more than sit down and I’m waved at by a two time former off, he’s changed his name to Yoyo. I invite him over, no room to sit, Mamasan finds a place by the stage. Yoyo and I are familiars, I don’t have to ask any questions about do’s and don’ts. Decide to skip my #8 waiter hunt. I pay the fee of 400. I ask if he wants any food and he gets some Durian from a street vendor. We have that back at the room before we get into bed and do things. His cumshot is even greater than Hab’s the previous night. Yoyo tells me I’m his first customer this week (it’s Sunday, and I don’t ask when his week started) but it’s a magnificent tribute to abstinence. We hang out in bed for a while and then shower together. He’s a good guy, genuinely handsome, and Vietnamese. The only Viet, who when i met him 2 years ago, was more than willing to do everything and mean it. Now he’s put on some guard rails, but not for me, or I didn’t cross them. I give him 2000. We say good night, and the Line messages and photos begin on Line. Comment - mentioning that I’m one of the few farangs I notice in the clubs, the mamasans who chat me up and that’s at least 3, tell me the customers are mainly Chinese, but indicated that more and more are really Taiwanese, and they are seeing more Koreans. Japanese are few are far between - unless it’s a girly bar in Thania. I’m going to take a break now...had thought I’d include my Moonlight report here...but it’s time for my massage and I need to get to Arena. Thanks for the PMs, I hope I put the answers into this portion of the report.

What a great report, as always. In case some readers do not know, here is a picture of your mamasan/love interest Lucy. She's one of the mamasans that is pretty much guaranteed to kill my interest in anything other than running away as fast and as far as possible, but you are a far more kind and gentle soul than I. Up to you if you might think the 300 is her long-term off-rate.