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Night 2, Part 1: Moonlight - Battle of the Bulges This was the night I knew my boyfriend would enjoy the most. Having followed the Moonlight FB videos for quite a while now, I had a good idea of what we were in for and I knew he would enjoy the performances. As usual, we started off our night with some food and drinks. Fortunately, my boyfriend’s slow drinking habits benefited us in one tremendous way. When we entered Moonlight, it was almost a packed house already despite being almost 30 minutes early for the show. Thus, one of the only available spots for us was a set of stools and a table right next to the shower. I knew we were in for a treat. My boyfriend’s best friend had ditched us that night, so we were alone in comparing notes. We had different styles which made for fun discussions. As far as stage guys, and not models, I was particularly fond of #8…short, big butt, cute face, and cool haircut - very much the masculine kpop style that I love. Even my boyfriend could appreciate how big #8’s butt was compared to his height. Our seating location really paid off in the model walkout. With the first few models coming out in white speedos (though later ones were wearing different colors unfortunately), I could see veins, heads, and shafts galore protruding through the swimsuits - something just not possible with the FB feed. The camera operator tries to give us a glimpse, but it’s nothing compared to sitting right there and being able to count the hairs popping out of the speedo. Screw 4K, I had BonerK. I’ll never forget seeing Mr. Nicky coming down the stage. I had seen him on the FB videos, but he looked even more handsome in person (though, yes, I know that most of it is plastic surgery.) More than that though, something must have happened before the model walkout because he was sporting a much bigger bulge than usual. I thought I was mistaken, but he spent the whole time on stage covering his bulge which told me my suspicions were correct. You can verify this yourself by watching the FB video from July 7th (the longer one). Well, lust must have been brewing that night because Mr. Babe came out with a bulge to compete with Mr. Nicky’s. Unfortunately, the video was cut short and there’s no record of his competitive level bulging-ness. It was during the model walkout that my boyfriend finally found the one that drove him wild - Mr. Mark. Apparently all other gogo boys disappeared after that and he only paid attention when Mr. Mark was on stage. My boyfriend is Malaysian and Mr. Mark looks like he could be Malay given his darker skin and facial features. Anyone know what part of Thailand he is from? My boyfriend was a bit shy to ask me to call Mr. Mark over for a drink to ask him questions like that for himself. My boyfriend (and I) also had a thing for Mr. York, but my boyfriend didn’t like how serious he was all the time. Can anyone vouch if that’s just his stage persona and perhaps he’s actually quite a lively guy for drinks and more? Though there were some performances before the model walkout, the show didn’t really begin until the models had been introduced. As far as the show, a “big” highlight was in one of the ladyboy numbers where the guys are wearing white tights and black masks. With my perfect seating arrangement, I got major eyefuls of VPL. The tease of it all was driving me crazy. Plus, with so many guys wearing condoms and cock rings on stage now, a little mystery can be more of a turn on for me. A close second was the towel show. Our ideal location gave me ample opportunities to appreciate the curvature of the performers' asses. Mr. York didn't disappoint one bit. One thing I'll never forget was the shower show. Mr. Rough (in relation to the type of sex I think he’d be best at) was spiking my heart rate with every gyration. As my seat was right below the shower, I could see his speedo filling with water, getting heavier, and falling…falling…falling until he decided to just kick it off. I'd seen him trying to get the water out at some point, but I think he knew it was futile. Sure this might be planned but it fueled the fire thinking it was unintentional and we got a fortuitous eyeful of this beautiful guy in his full glory. Seeing the water run off the tattoos on his back and all the way down to the tattoos on his butt from such a close vantage point made it easy to hear my heart pounding in my chest. His face is not his best attribute (though that's oddly a turn on for me... I admit I have unique tastes), but he was the one that kept my attention all night after that. Anyone have experiences with him they can share comment or PM? Through Moonlight’s Twitter, I found out his name is Kong. At this point, I definitely was finding it difficult doing Bangkok as a spectator. Then again, anything except sex is difficult to do when all your blood has left your brain and gone straight to your nether regions, so I didn’t let it affect me in any negative ways. The best thing was seeing my boyfriend enjoy Moonlight so much. We were singing and kissing a bunch through the night (a perfect mamasan deterrent btw.) His whole opinion of Bangkok was starting to change as well thanks to my good planning skills. This will make it easier to get back here and take the next steps. Next up…Hot Male.

80% of my stays, domestically and internationally, are now houses or apartments through Airbnb. I’ve never opted for a shared space. In Eastern Europe, one can rent a spectacular apartment right in the Old Town for 30 to 50 USD. 80% of the time I’ve never met the owner; it’s all digital. The best thing is that they generally have washers, so I can travel for a month with just carry-ons!

Regarding the Grindr guy ... some of us know his identity but we have no intention of alerting him, though the impression is that he values discretion. There is no point creating anxiety for a GdeP and it is his responsibility to manage the occupational hazards. I actually follow his IG. And I limit to 100 guys!! However, there are likely others on the Board who see it differently. We have been through this. You have barely begun posting photos and already the world is small enough that a guy can be identified. It also depends on how explicitly he advertises. He obviously sent the nude photos personally thru the text function. Maybe he posted his IG handle in the upfront profile; that also makes a difference, particularly if not private account. Maybe he told you to go ahead. I do not want to get into another argument about photos. I can say I do not need to see pics. However ... Whether or not the Grindr ad upfront denotes his MO, consider this. Somebody alerts him (without telling you) that a visting Argentinian American from DC has splashed his pics and role within the public domain, you then unwittingly book him, and somebody who considers you to be Public Enemy #1 of the day is face-to-face with you in a private space. I'm just saying think it through and whether and when you actually need to post photos. How many of 32,000 members are encouraging this? It seems to me there is only a handful and that there are other ways to share this information with a small group of trusted sympaticos.

Finding the Gigolo Erotic House program on internet is not easy. Their internet site is not updated, the instagram which used to be updated until recently is no longer updated. I tried to contact them on whattsapp in order to know if there was a show on Thursdays and received rapidly the answer of the ... Saint Moritz Sauna. I copy the information below since it is updated information which can be useful to others I finally found a site giving what seems to be an updated program of the GEH : http://www.guiagaycolombia.com/gigolo/ On Friday 19, there is live sex show and on Saturday July 20, there is the fiesta of independance . Flier seems extremely attractive but I think I will go to Theatron that Saturday.

Grindr and Scruff are working better, I just do not have much time for more hook ups. The few GPs who contacted me via apps all asked for R150. This is the best looking (to me) who contacted me via Grindr: On Monday I was supposed to go to the beach with Diego, who I was expecting at 10 AM. However, the day became slightly cloudy and it was too cold, so instead we stayed at my place. First we played for a long time, he is a good kisser and gets hard very quickly. He told me he was versatile, but he is not. He really tried, though. I mean it, I may be a newbie at Brazil, but I have been with many G4P guys who would fake they were trying to get fucked. He really tried, but I did not feel he was enjoying it, and raping guys is not one of my fantasies. After we both busted kissing and jerking off, we got lunch, some weed, and returned to the nest. This is Diego, you can find him in 202 or 117, I am sharing this picture with his permission. Someone told him that pictures published out of the USA cannot be seen in Brazil, hopefully I educated about that. He has a girlfriend and do not want to put his face out. But trust me, his face is damn sexy. We spent the whole afternoon smoking and chatting, he was very opened about his life and I am not going to share here. Just let me say he is another good guy struggling with life. He is very honest, my place was full of temptations and he behave better than most escorts I have met in America. He did a great job an entertaining and treating me like his boyfriend, we were all the time hugging and making out. Until of course we were ready for another session of full sex. This is when he really tried to get fucked. My dick would go only half way and after keeping it there for a while he would not be able to take it anymore. The whole process was kind of hot. I would feel I was hurting and try to pul out, he would stop me and push me to stay inside and trying, and this process would repeat as I was getting deeper and deeper, but never getting to a full penetration. He is very accommodating, and was clearly a guy used to be in control struggling to be in a submissive role. If you are into bottoming with a sweet but dominant man, he will be your dream boy. Right now I am waiting for him, he is coming at 10 and we will try again to go to the beach. He charged me 150, I paid 250 plus perhaps 100/150 more in food, drinks, and maconha. I was happy and not in the mood for more sex, so I did not go to the saunas. Instead, I took a walk around Copacabana. The concerns for security are obviously visible. All buildings are caged and staffed usually 24 hours. Mine is. However, so far I have not witnessed or feel any risky situation. Yesterday I went to the National History Museum and the Museum of Modern Art, and walk around the XXII memorial, Flamengo Park, and Flamengo neighborhood. I absolutely love this city, it is indeed the most beautiful I have been to. Not only the architecture is very diverse and beautiful, but the landscape, the geography is just amazing. I am not going to post pictures here, most of you can lecture me on Brazil. I feel very much at home. When I was in Cincinnati grading AP exams, I befriended a colleague from Recife. When I told him about how surprised I was when I visited Salvador at my comfort with the people and the city, about how safe and welcomed I felt, contrasting it to the horror histories often shared in America, she told me that the security concerns in Rio are real, but exaggerated by the Gringos, who feel in Brazil as a Black or Hispanic person probably feels in America. She also made a comment about me being able to pass as Brazilian and not being targeted by thieves. I know that some of you are going to get upset, but that was her opinion. I am aware of the security concerns. I do not walk around with a backpack or anything that can be taken. I try to be aware of my surroundings when I am using my phone. I am not bringing to my place anyone who is not recommended by a friend or acquainted. I specially liked the Museum of Modern Art. Their permanent collection is impressive. However is not close to its similar in São Paulo, when I visited back in the late 80s. Even the MALBA in Buenos Aires is better, I think. Then I had Italo Andrade visiting me. He was one of my best sexual experiences ever, for free or for a fee. He charged me 200, and I offered him 300 to include a photo session for my blog. This is Italo: I save the details for a future post. The only reason I am not hiring him for the rest of my staying is that he is right now traveling to Recife, to visit his family. I cannot recommend this boy more. You can check his work in Flavaworks and several Brazilian porn outlets, he has been working in porn since he was 17, he is now 22. I know, he started with Marcelo Maestro with illegal age. Right now I am waiting for Diego. The plan is going to the beach and then to a sauna, whatever is the best sauna to go today, he will know. He will do his programs, and I will do my thing. Hopefully. I am definitely not a fun of saunas, but of course I must go as often as I can. Diego's phone was stolen in a sauna, and he has insistently advised me to be very aware of mu possessions and my pockets, as he has witnessed GPs making out with clients and in the process getting into his pockets and taking his money. See you all later.

Welcome to the site. I have lived in the Middle East and have a great appreciation for many people there. "Camel jockey" is a racist and derogatory term and using it is not acceptable here. I'll let this stand as a warning but the next time, you are gone from the site. I hope this was just a one time mistake.

I hadn't visited Niceboys for a few weeks but visited Tuesday evening. If it has been a lack of boys lately, that certainly was not the case this evening. 14 boys on stage at about midnight, I would say everyone of them handsome, and a couple more sitting with customers. Plenty of customers coming and going, tipping and offing boys. The new black and white decor looks good! Niceboys as usual a good reason to visit Sunee.

Yes, I agree that your comments have both of these characteristics. Now if you only had wit.

That is scary! To have smart and educated people supporting Trump is difficult to understand. I always thought it was a dummy or not-so-bright person or bigot that supports Trump. Maybe that is why many people prefer not to discuss politics for fear of offending someone. Our country is sure in a mess, the way I see it and the way many others see it. On topic is something in the news the past couple of days that involves Britain’s ambassador to the United States (a very bright man who graduated summa cum laude from the third-oldest university in England) who called Trump “uniquely dysfunctional” and "expressed grave concerns about American economic and foreign policy, in a series of cables that were leaked to the British tabloid the Daily Mail and published on Saturday." "The leaked cables, prepared by Kim Darroch (who has served as ambassador from Britain to the US since January 2016), cover the entirety of the Trump presidency, even touching on an official state visit to the UK less than a month ago, when the Trump and his family attended a banquet at Buckingham Palace and afternoon tea with Prince Charles and Camilla, and laid a wreath at the Grave of the Unknown Warrior." There are some extremely bright people who can see Trump for what he really is!

I hope that it will reopen - Sunee needs more choice regarding gogos. In March I only went there to visit Winner hoping to off a cute boy, which I did 3 times..

I also think politics are a very tough subject on this or any board. I never understand someone not seeing the way I do as things seem to obvious to me. But, I am sure that RA feels the same. We all come to the voting both with different objectives and different mindsets. I never thought Trump would be elected but I fear that this may not be the last time we see him or a bigot in the White House. 1/3 of our country buys is BS. If they vote, they will. Why? Too many people sit home on their ass and don't give a shit.

I agree. But, blacks support him, Hispanics support him, women support him and gays support him. Not the vast majority but he has some from all. Why? I don't get it. But, many people do not vote based on one issue. I do. I vote based on who they will appoint to the SCOTUS as I think that is what truly separates the candidates.

Dragon was open last night, albeit only two boys. The dim red light is annoying to me and very difficult to see in. I had heard earlier that the bar would reopen November for high season.

Well, a big THANK YOU for all of this vital information. It is greatly appreciated. I really hope that the 90 day online report works for me.

I know but I like tested quality first !

You seem to not want to read. Latbear4blk has not previously been to Rio. He has been there only a few days on his current visit to Rio. The prices he quote to you are based on HIS few days of experience in Rio. The guys in sauna Clube 117 ask various prices ranging from R$100 all the way to R$300 or more. Some guys will ask a higher price but when a customer does not accept, will counter with a lower price. Depending on your personality, you might find a guy from the sauna to spend time with you during the day. The price for the guys time would depend partly on what you plan to do while you are together. As to the guys speaking English, I answered that for you in my response to you. I have visited Brazil for nearly 16 years, multiple times each year. I am quite knowledgeable about the saunas, the pricing and of how to treat the guys found in the saunas. Again, I suggest that you read the "Latin" section of the forum to see additional comments that are current. That information should be helpful. Attitude makes a big different on whether you will enjoy your time in Brazil. Your having extensive experience with guys in Thailand will not be much of a guide to you in Brazil. Again, good luck on your first visit to Brazil - And, you are welcome.

...and I think they keep on changing the videos, oh well, its better 2 see him in action in person, haa haa...

It seems that the opinion regarding tips in Gogo bars is coalescing around 20 baht to 100 for the drinks service. The latter figure would be appropriate if your stay was lengthy whereas 20,would be ok for a shorter period with just one drink. As for interaction with a boy my minimum would be 100 when I’ve not got too intimate (perhaps just kissing or caressing). This would go to maybe 200 if I have held his cock or indulged in lengthy tongue kissing. However usually my purpose in visiting a Gogo would be to off a boy usually LT sometimes short time. I would not give him a bar tip, the tip would come later related to his performance in bed. I visit Pattaya as a gay sex tourist - skimping on tips is not what I’m about.

Night 1: Dreamboys - Dreaming of Mr. Bar Fight I’m envious of the forum members who can write with the utmost of detail about different guys, their numbers, and what made them stand out. My short term memory is weak, so I only remember the details that most stick out. I can forget an entire sequence of events, but I can remember every minute detail of a 5 minute period if it gets my blood pumping. After arriving to the hotel, we met up with my boyfriend’s best friend for some supper. I wanted to get to a midnight show, preferably at Tawan, so I was anxiously watching the clock to make sure were were making good time. Of course, my hopes were dashed after dinner as we walked in Tawan and realized there is no midnight show. Is there a good resource anywhere that has all the show times? I needed something like this several times during the trip. A big part of me...especially my manhood... was ready to stay there as one of the models was walking around in a posing suit that only covered 25% of his ass. The mystery and desire to see the whole 100% reminded me of why I love Tawan so much. Unfortunately, a quick read on my boyfriend and his best friend told me that this just wasn't their jam. As I was playing tour guide that night, I had to think on the spot and move around some items on the itinerary. I checked my Trello board that I had planned for the trip and moved things around - Dream Boys was next! My body was there, but my hardon...I mean... heart was at Tawan. On this night, it was the shaved head crew that would have broken my fitness tracker (had I been wearing one) by skyrocketing my heart rate. One of them was an angry looking dude with a nose that looked like it’s seen a few fights. The other looked like he could have been the younger version of Mr. Bar Fight...before the all the punches to the face. Both of them sported great butts that night, with Mr. Bar Fight taking, bouncing, and serving up the cake. I barely remember the show because I spent the whole time tracking his whereabouts and wanting to catch another glimpse of that ass in those tight briefs. Mainly, he spent the whole time talking to mamasans and some other guys in one of the seats facing the stage, though he was ignoring what was happening on the stage. Still, his rough exterior and my fantasies of him being a boxer kept my gaze. Luckily, I was subtle enough that he didn't notice my obsession... I think. Had my boyfriend not been with me, I would have taken the chance to get to know him and most likely would have offed him. My fantasy is that there’s a diamond hidden in that rough exterior (roughness further extended seeing him in street clothes the next night. If you saw this guy on the street, Dreamboys would be the last place you’d expect he’d be working.) Anyone able to figure out who I’m talking about? Experiences to share? Reply or PMs okay! It was at this point in the trip that I realized my boyfriend enjoyed looking at the guys and talking about them, but he had no interest in doing any further. So, I decided that I would try to play it safe this trip and be the ultimate spectator. Surprisingly, I think all the mamasans in the bars we went could tell this as none of them bothered us at all about buying drinks for guys. Mr. Bar Fight will have to wait until next trip.

Please share your trip experiences when you are done. I am planning to visit Bogota in September. Thanks

90-Day reporting is your responsibility. If you want to nerd-out, the form is TM-47. You can report online. It doesn't involve your landlord. (But TM-30 usually involves the landlord, see below). The 90-day clock restarts every time you re-enter the country. You can report online, but the window to do so is 15 days before-but-not-less-than 7 days before the 90th day. 90-Day Reporting Online. Now there is also a phone app for that called Immigration eServices for Foreigner or something like that. In the Apple App store you can find it by searching for "Royal Thai Police." (There is also an Android version.) When I signed up for the app it took several days just to register, so take that into account. The online reporting and apps are notoriously finicky. I certainly wouldn't wait until the last day when you can report using these methods. If for whatever reason you don't make the online reporting window, if you are in Bangkok you make the 90-Day report at Chaengwattana. I think 90-day reporting might be one of the few situations where you can send someone to do it for you, but I don't know for certain. You get a receipt (or you print out your receipt if you do it online) and it goes to the immigration officer along with your passport and departure card when you leave.. There are lots of reports of Immigration officers check to see if you have have complied at departure. There is a fine. A different reporting is TM-30 reporting. Bangkok didn't used to care about TM-30 reporting, although offices in some other districts did. But all that has changed very recently and Bangkok is now enforcing TM-30 reporting. To put it mildly, expats have gone bat-shit crazy over this. But it is what it is. Right now it has been coming up in situations where people have had to go to Immigration to "do" something - such as file for an annual extension of stay. They are forced to get current with their TM-30 before anything else will be processed, and there are reports of an 800 baht fine or something like that. The basic rule is that whenever a foreigner stays the night at a hotel or home, a report is supposed to go to Immigration. Hotels do this online and you don't even know about it. The "change" is that Bangkok Immigration is now enforcing it strictly to everyone - not just hotels. So, for example, when you go to stay in your rented apartment, a report is supposed to go in to Immigration. It's easy if your landlord or condo juristic person (office) files the report. The law, however, effectively makes the landlord and the tenant jointly responsible for making sure that the form is filed. So if your landlord doesn't do it you can (and should). You can complete the TM-30 form as "possessor", rather than as owner. I believe that in the Thailand Apple and Google app stores an app is available, but it is not available (or not available yet) in Apple App stores outside Thailand. You can also complete the form on-line. TM-30 Online Reporting (Thai Language). I believe that registration to use the on-line form requires uploading the lease and other specified info. There are reports of people waiting for approval for many weeks. You can also file the TM-30 by mail, just enclose a return stamped envelope for the receipt. Or file in person. Immigration, for whatever reason, seems to be in the midst of a "work to rules" phase, so this is all a bit new and some of the more bonkers fact patterns are still unclear, and practice differs from office to office. For example, if I go visit Chiang Mai and stay in a hotel, the hotel will file a TM-30, but then when I go back to my apartment in Bangkok am I supposed to file (or tell the juristic person to file) a new TM-30 to update the info? Some Immigration offices say yes, some say no, and we don't know what Bangkok Immigration thinks on this vitally important question that is more important than anything else in the world (to some people on Thai Visa). One of Big Oud's recent press conferences was to showcase Immigration making an example of two ladies fined ฿2,000 for failure to report foreigners. The Thai Visa forum is the best resource for finding up-to-date info and read pages and pages of outrage about this (or that). Basically, just look for answers by "UbonJoe" and ignore everyone else. He knows his stuff. Most of the rest are just miserable and cranky complainers. If you are entitled to use the special Immigration Office in Silom (Chamchuri), things might be different for you. Personally, I am not in the country on an annual renewal extension of stay, and I travel in the region enough that I've only had to file a 90-Day report twice, so I expect I'll just ignore TM-30 until I think it could come back to bite me. But that's not advice.

I would think it would have more to do with others taking their jobs away. Just like the Americans and the Mexicans. Americans are really upset that the people from South America are coming to the USA and taking all those hard outdoor jobs that Americans love. Just like the Thais are upset that the other Asian countries are coming here taking all their clients from the bar business. However, one of these I believe and the other is total BS.

another classic that strikes the farang as an unusual, yet understandable, use of words is: to open & to close. You "open/close" the aircon/the light/the TV, whatever. They don't use the rather complicated English terminology " to switch/turn on/off". Which, knowing Thai, makes sense because in Thai the equivalent verbs for open and close are used for this purpose (poed เปิด / pit ปิด) Which, if you think about it, isn't that wrong. You flip an electric switch, which "opens" ("closes") a gate for the electricity to flow to the device. As for the intial consonant ng (ง) that @Bob mentioned: this consonant is obviously very common as an ending consonant or in the middle of a syllable in English, so all English speakers can very well pronounce it as such. Just oddly not as an initial consonant which should require just a little getting used to to do it given its ubiquity in English. Try this: you can say "I sing" you can say "I'm singing" now say singing-singing-singing.... successively then and gradually try to leave out the "si" singing-singing-singing-nging-nging-nging I find it very easy from there you can go on to say ngong (งง) which fittingly means confused, puzzled, bewildered

@jason1975 did this bottle thing at Lucky Boys recently and I had the pleasure of joining. We had I think 3 boys and the cute mamasan with us more or less all the time. Was great fun, with fun drinking games (which included opportunity to get 100 Baht instead of drinking for the boys). Though given your initial bar suggestions of bars it may well be that the type of boys (or hunks, rather) you are into may be in short supply at Lucky Boys.

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.

And "cucumber" is, indeed, what it was. He must have heard the word from another Thai and spelt it phonetically, as he had heard it.

I would rather be rejected by an Airbnb host, though that is unlikely and is reportable under their non-discrim code, than risk walking into a situation being in a home that may be known and targetted by homonegative (with indifferent law enforcement) elements within its community. The Parisian adult male starting the company had reportedly been denied a stay request in Barcelona (!) ... sorry, don't buy it. He also implied that Airbnb policy allowed hosts to ask about orientation. Wrong. All he had to do was report the host. However, obviously it his and consumer prerogative to deviate from mainstream listing platforms. Other than 'entire place' I have stayed in Airbnb 'private rooms' with 3 families and with 1 single person and never been asked anything personal such as marital status, etc despite plenty of social exchange with them including at times attending social gatherings with their friends as an invitee. Hosts care more about how you rate them than who you fuck.

HOT MALE !!!!! 5 reasons 1) No ladyboy singing. 2) Lots of cocks on display. 3) Real fucking. 4) Boys with smiles. 5) Mamasans who are not pushy. And a 6th reason is customers who strip naked and join in the show! I kid you not! Andy and I just witnessed it tonight. By the way, entry is by coupon. 350 baht for one drink. Off fee is 500 baht.

Anyone know if any of the boys in any of the Bangkok bars sport natural erections? The ones I have visited all have their assets tied off at the base to ensure constant hardness. For some reason, this is a big turn off for me. Thinking back to the threads about the old days, I cannot remember such tying off being used then.

It was 5:30 a.m. Tokyo time when my alarm went off but it was easy to climb out of bed. With purpose. I was leaving for Bangkok later that day and I still had to pack. It wasn't until 8:30 p.m. that I was able to check into my hotel. That's 10:30 Tokyo time. I was hungry and tired, not to mention sweaty, having had to walk and lug my suitcase for the last kilometer or so. I did not go straight up to my room to shave, shower and get myself ready for a Friday night on Silom. “Or maybe on Patpong,” I thought to myself. “Patpong is supposed to be getting busy with gay bars now that Soi Twilight has turned out the lights.” Before I could take a look around, I needed some calories. So I broke one of my Cardinal rules of traveling in Thailand — I ate dinner in the hotel's restaurant. Side note: I was the only solo diner in the place but I was mostly doing the same thing everyone else in the restaurant was, using my phone to scroll through my social media accounts. Even couples fed their smartphone addictions rather than make conversation. So rather than feel lonely, I was part of the club. I was also feeling my age. I didn't get up to my room, unpacked and showered until after 10. I was exhausted; there would be no Friday night out in Bangkok for me. All I could do was crawl in bed and let memories of my first trip to this megacity unspool in my head. That night I also broke a Cardinal rule. Was it really 23 years earlier? Must've been. Like tonight, it was a Friday, but when I arrived at my hotel much further into the night, I was exploding with energy. I just had to wash up, pull on a pair of designer jeans and a Calvin Klein T-shirt and find my way to the fabled Silom Soi 4, to Telephone, to Rome and so many other bars and clubs I had only read or heard about. Could I find the soi on my own? I probably could have squeezed my guide book, “The Men of Thailand,” into a pocket, but I wasn't going to embarrass myself. I wasn't going to look like a foolish tourist. And besides, how hard could it be? One alley over from Patpong, TMOT told me. And my hotel was a 10-minute walk down Surawong from Patpong. It would be easy. So off I went. I would sate my hunger at a street food stall on Patpong. I was going to get the full Bangkok experience. Then, finally, I began making my way to Soi 4. As I recall now, I was almost at a jog. And maybe my haste was my problem. I ended up making some wrong turns. As everyone knows, there are two Patpongs, but I let this slip my mind. When I finally did turn into Soi 4, well, that's when I broke that Cardinal rule. Only I did not realize it until several long minutes later. ”Are you looking for the gay bars?” someone asked. How did he know? That's exactly what I had been trying to do for, what, 15 minutes? Was I on the wrong street? Again? How many wrong streets could there be? I had initially missed Soi 4 and not realized it until I saw a sign for Soi 2. Surely I didn't double back too far. At least I hadn't got all the way back to Patpong. And who is my interrogator? A gay basher? I don't think I would admit to a stranger back home that I was looking for “the gay bars,” but this is Bangkok, and TMOT, while perhaps failing to give more specific directions to Soi 4, did insist that gays are not harassed in Bangkok, that even taxi drivers wouldn't think twice if I told them to take me to “the gay bars.” So I could tell this guy the truth, whoever he is. ”Yes,” I managed to say. He smiled. He knew the answer. So at least “The Men of Thailand” was right about Thais not being prejudiced against gays. I felt braver. I could safely add to my one-word reply. “Do you know where Telephone is? Is this Soi 4?” ”Follow me,” I remember him saying. “I'll take you there.” So off we went, back out of the alley I was sure was Soi 4. Apparently I had been wrong again. When we got to Silom, we turned right. We walked past the nicknack stalls of the night market. We walked by the first Patpong soi that I had missed earlier in the night. We passed the next Patpong street. Is that really a Christian bookstore on the corner? Odd place for a Christian bookstore. And aren't we going in the wrong direction? Or maybe that was my mistake all along. I was supposed to take a right at the end of Patpong, not a left. Wow, that would have saved me a lot of time. I could already be in Telephone, flirting with a cute local. Or maybe Rome. I really want to go to Rome. I've heard so much about it. The best gay nightclub in Asia, they were calling it. My new best friend then brought me out of my own thoughts. ”Where are you from?” he asked. I told him. “How many times have you been to Thailand?” “When did you arrive?” “How long are you staying?” Hey wait a minute, I thought. How far are we going to walk? One alley over from Patpong, right? And this neighborhood doesn't really look like a nighttime entertainment district anymore. In fact, we seem to be passing a hospital. A Christian hospital. I didn't realize there was such a big Christian influence in Thailand. My inner monologue is often over active. It also has the ability to make the exact same sound as a needle being dragged across a vinyl record when it's about to change topics. “Who is this guy I'm with?” I finally thought. I didn't actually ask that question out loud but I could see a little anxiety in his face as he noted my own. ”Just a little bit more,” he assured me as we turned right onto I don't know what street — a street that did not have nearly as many Friday night revelers on it as the street where I had met ... Who? Who the hell is this guy? And then it hit me. “Oh, no!” my inner monologue screamed. “I broke the TMOT Cardinal rule — ‘DON'T GO WITH TOUTS!’” ”Obviously we're not going to Soi 4,” I managed to say with a snarl. “Where are we going?” ”A gay bar,” the tout answered. “Trust me. You'll like it.” He was practiced. He recognized that I was about to turn back, so he turned into a desperate conversationalist, keeping me stupidly talking to him as we continued turning corners and walking down poorly lit streets until we were there ... Under a sign that read, Galaxy Boys. We walked up to the second floor and into a very dark, very uncrowded bar that had at least a dozen go-go dancers. All young, maybe late teens, early 20s. All with perfectly lean but beautifully defined bodies. All with smooth, bronze skin. All with long, lithe legs. All with supple calf muscles that took shape much higher toward the knee than I had ever seen before. All dressed in nothing but bikini bottoms. And those smiles! The walls appeared to be black, and there was little light, only dim beams that lit the boys on the stage. The ones in the shadows were pulling out their little soldiers and rubbing them until they stood at attention. The achievement of a full erection would bring a broad smile and a glance my way. The tout was right, I kind of did like this place. In fact, I was entranced. There's something to say for sleazy bars. Especially when no one sees you walking into one. I ordered a beer and sat back while the tout walked toward the entrance where he engaged the manager, at least I think she was the manager, in an animated conversation. More of the dancers smiled my way. I smiled back, unsure what else to do. You can probably guess the next several events. The manager and tout would return. The manager would insist one of the boys come down and sit with me. He put his hand on my thigh, and one of my hands on his thigh. His skin was warm, smooth, a little damp. I found myself in the same conversation I had been in minutes earlier with the tout. The go-go dancer took my hand and placed it further up his thigh, so that my pinky was rubbing his cock. He giggled when my head turned, betraying my startlement. ”I like you,” he said without pronouncing the k. I stared into his eyes, and as I searched for the proper response — Was there one? — he began to kiss me. It wasn't a peck, but a full, lips locked, open-mouthed, gentle jaw movement kiss that my tongue remembers well to this day. ”I like you, too,” I said, pronouncing the k and figuring I might as well state the obvious. “I'm also hard as a rock.” I don't think he understood that but the tout and manager seemed to know that the time to pounce was right and they were back at my sofa with a 2,200-baht bill. ”For one beer?” I sneered. ”No for boy off too. And must pay boy another 2,000 baht at hotel.” Apparently it had already been decided that I was taking the best kiss I had ever had back to my hotel. But I balked. I was on my way to Soi 4, remember. I never made it to my intended destination that night. I left Galaxy Boys and returned to my hotel as it had been ordained for me. ... I'm not sure what will come next, a report on Night II of my most recent trip to Bangkok, or me reminiscing about that first trip 23 years ago.

Nostalgia anyone ? (TMOT th edition, 1997) (Galaxy bar n° 17 in the down right corner of the main map) (sorry, cannot figure how to lay out pictures in a better way) TMOT was wrong with their directions : going west on Surawong, you would have to turn left (and not right) in the subsoi

I would later look for it, on several occasions, but without much success. That first night in Bangkok, as I was leaving Galaxy Boys, I was told to go in the opposite direction from how we arrived. As it turned out, the soi the bar was on met up with Surawong, maybe a block and a half from the hotel I was staying at. Also as it turned out, I had been on Soi 4 when the tout led me away. I found that out the very next night, when I had to find Telephone to meet a Japanese friend who was also traveling in Thailand for the first time. This night, I arrived a bit early. I didn't want to repeat my mistakes of the previous night, regardless of how adventurous they turned out. So I was better prepared when the same tout approached me again. I gave him a firm no. This time instead of craning my head and looking at the businesses as I passed by I would look ahead of me, and sure enough, there was Telephone, not far up the soi, on the left. How could I have missed it last night? But before I could step inside I was again waylaid. This time by something or someone tugging at the cuff of one of my pant legs. I looked down. It was a little boy. He looked barely old enought to walk but he must have also been able to run. How else could have he sneaked up on me? When I stopped to look down and met his gaze, he bowed, his hands together, in what I had read was a wai. I was gonna ignore him and just head to Telephone, mindful of what had happened the night before when I had allowed myself to be so easily swayed. But something about that small, barefooted kid tugged at my heart. I got to wondering how old he was. Couldn't've been much more than 3, if that. And then my over-active mind stirred up recollections of what I might have been doing on a Saturday night when I was 3. I pictured myself sitting on a carpeted floor, in a converted garage, watching a black and white TV with my brothers and sisters, none of whom were hungry that night, none of whom had ever known what hunger must feel like. I had a fortunate middle-class upbringing. And now in my early 30s I was able to travel to an exotic destination half way around the world from where I had grown up. Why was I fortunate to enjoy this little boy's country while he was in the street begging? So I decided to reach into my pocket, dig out some change and drop it into his hands. Then I had a second thought. I pulled out my wallet, squatted down so the two of us, the fortunate tourist and the hungry native, might be face to face. I peeled off a couple 100-baht notes, folded them up and handed them over. As soon as I did, the little boy did the fastest 180 I'd ever seen and scampered away with surprising speed until he was safe at the feet of his mother, tugging at the hem of her skirt. I remained in a squatting position, rather shocked that I didn't get even a “thank you.” I felt almost wounded not getting one. And now I would have to stand up and let everyone in this crowded street see my embarrassment, gawk at the gullible tourist. My Bangkok trip was not turning out how I had planned. Still squatting and looking toward where the little boy had run, I decided to stand up and to walk as quickly as possible to the door of Telephone. I had already spotted the entrance before I felt the tugging at my leg. Now it promised me sanctuary from the stares and snickering of bystanders. So I stood up, ready too make a beeline for my goal when the most surprising and gratifying thing happened. Everyone sitting down at the outside tables along Soi 4 had apparently been watching my encounter because they broke into applause. I looked around. So many young smiling Thai faces. I paused to soak up the Saturday night energy, which had suddenly turned very positive. I smiled back, then walked into Telephone. That great energy would last. It turned into one of the greatest nights of my life, one that would not end until 5am. Really, though, it did not end until two Sundays later, when it was time to go back home. I had a late flight, after midnight, so in the afternoon, with a few hours to spare, I thought I'd go look for Galaxy Boys. It seemed fitting to spend my last night in Bangkok — after saying goodbye and exchanging phone numbers with all the people I had met during my stay — in the same bar where I had spent my first night. That same sleazy bar I had never told anybody about. I got lost, though, and could not find it. Still, there's a story from my search that still rattles around my mind on a daily basis. Perhaps that story will be my next entry in this thread.

From BY Times (26 Apr.) Michael Fesco, whose trendsetting clubs on Fire Island and later in Manhattan gave gay men a place to gather, dance and explore sexually at a time when homosexuality was largely unwelcome in mainstream society, died on April 11 in Palm Springs, Calif. He was 84. His friend Tony Powell, who worked for Mr. Fesco on Sea Tea, a gay party cruise around Manhattan that he began organizing in the 1990s, confirmed the death. Mr. Fesco gave a jolt of energy to the gay scene in 1970, when he opened the Ice Palace in Cherry Grove, a gay community on Fire Island. He had recently visited the Sanctuary, a discothèque on West 43rd Street in Manhattan with a largely gay male clientele. “I said, ‘I’ve just got to do something like this!’ ” Mr. Fesco said in an interview for “Love Saves the Day: A History of American Dance Music Culture, 1970-1979,” a 2003 book by Tim Lawrence. “I sat there in the rafters mesmerized by the people on the dance floor.” Mr. Fesco borrowed the name Ice Palace from an F. Scott Fitzgerald story. “It was always so damn hot in there that I thought a nice, cool name would be psychologically appreciated,” he said. For several years the Ice Palace did booming business. But competition from a nearby establishment, the Sandpiper, made 1973 a rough year for Mr. Fesco, and he began turning his attention to Manhattan; management of the Ice Palace, which is still a popular gathering spot, passed to others. In December 1974 he opened Flamingo in a 10,000-square-foot space in SoHo. Flamingo was a membership club: Purchasing a membership card (the initial price was $35 — about $190 today — though a black market is said to have developed) entitled you to enter and bring a guest. Mr. Fesco employed various theme nights — a “black party,” where everyone would dress in black, a “white party,” where that was the color of the evening, and so on. More important was what was coming out of the speakers. “It was his use of music that set the club apart from the competition,” Get Out! Magazine wrote in 2012. “Flamingo was a Cathedral of Sound and the D.J. led the parishioners through nighttime services.” Flamingo dominated the scene for seven years, until the Saint, an even bigger and flashier club, opened in the East Village. Continues with photos https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/26/obituaries/michael-fesco-dead.htm

Exactly. This might be the most sensible (and easy to read) piece of advice you have ever posted here. In short, one day, somebody's gonna get their ass kicked, or worse yet, killed for doing this (public posting of face / identifiable photos of working boys, along with their sexcapades). Personally, @Latbear4blk, I don’t understand the payoff or thrill that you or others get from continually doing this — but if you won’t think about the respect of sexual privacy these guys need in their culture, at least consider the harm you might be placing yourself in when (not if) it gets back to an embarrassed or shamed young man who (rightly or not) feels he must defend his honor, manhood and reputation.

Point you may wish to ponder: you’re not in your “home” country. I don’t think the kid was permanently damaged by seeing his father naked. Hope that you weren’t, either.

It seems the video recording was deleted.

I am new to Pattaya but I see these insane camel jockeys racing down the streets daily. I am glad they are clamping down.