Bareback riding machines

Pattaya, 31 Jan. 2012.

I might feel like an author caught in a sluggish routine back home in good old Mokum but here in Big Party Place Pattaya, impressions and images assualt me nonstop even though my stories are probably a drag, old fashioned and boring, not entertaining people, reading these words of lust and human deprivation so artificial, all made up in the writers head, flimsy situations that don't happen naturally...but no, I hear the voices, feel what I see and turn it into mashed potatoe crap.

These are after all, not stories but an endless narative churning through my Farang skull, I am wandering and sniffing for adventure, from one territory into another, a bit like a Soi dog, lifting my hind leg every so often to mark my turf...

Sitting here on the boulevard with Mister Porn, my lady of the night a lost soul, another bareback rider coming out of the Isan, at 42 years of age her face a slab of concrete, spongy and leaking despair, stealing shy kisses through a post-hangover numbness, her chicken-feet hands reminding me of barbecued chicken-claws sold by ambulant food sellers...she has been a bareback riding machine for drunk Western sex starved office spooks for more years as I care to imagine, peddling her ass for Lao Khao moonshine whisky, a dot of flesh in this ocean of depraved humanity, an insignificant Isan rice farmer's daughter turned whore...

The one of Mister Porn's arm pretty much the same story, Miss Mieo, a cash cow for dad once but done the drain by Ya Ba at only 27, no room and her good looks ravished by countless barback riding sessions, Daddy Norway and his son doing their sandwich thing on her...yeah, the family's investment for free dough has passed the danger of the firing line here, but no weepy regrets, daughter number two is already on the bus!!!