The idea of comfort and wh*res

Pattaya, 06 febr. 2012.

They say sex is comfort, it gives courage and confidence,it inspires one's feeling of being part of that fast crazy mess of the human species, a sort of human ritual that has its own independent morality...

For Pattaya's regular hardcore population of johns and punters, comfort is hardly part of the equation though...they consider the beach clan of females as thrown-away women, worthless beings whose only fuction in their Farang life is the sexual service rendered in exchange for a couple of reds, the normal feeling of respect for your fellow human being, the sence of moral pretty much absent by being away from home, friends and family, the idea of cheap sex with strangers from a far away land, be it ever so mysterious as King Bhumipol's Asian realm, a welcome diversion to the comfort of a regular life back home, slaving away for a boss maybe in a sweltering office, the office dick being King Prick here in sin city Pattaya...

Religion offers the comfort of a God, eternal life in the here-after and salvation of your inmortal soul...cheap sex in the arms of a Pattaya's hookers offers a moment's respite of physical tension, but also the male Macho sensation of the aforementioned King Prick, boast about it at Moos after the three red shorttime is over...

Still. despite the generalisations from the folks back home, you being a sex tourist, exploiting a trade that goes back centuries before the colonial tourist conquest of South-East Asia, no shadow of a doubt by your mates and the farang ladies back home that your physical comfort can be transformed into another person's pain...

Still, there is uniformity in the matters of this sex trade, a farmer's girl can choose to work the chicken farms and has her lungs clogged up within ten years, rendered useless early in her Asian life, but still has a choice...after all, considering local salaries these girls are exceptionally well paid for their services rendered, can leave anytime they want, quit the Go-Go club and decide to work in a factory for a meagre three ot four  reds a day, twelve hours  out of the twenty-four, return to the rice fields or become a Mhe Baan instead...

As for comfort...it is just an illusion inside the heads of life in farang Land, a strange concept living like a virus inside the gray brain cells of those never having been to the Land Of Smiles!!!