Hypocritical crap by the dyke brigate

Bangkok, 03 April 2012.

"Hieuw Mai Khun?", I aks her, "are you hungry?", in the local lingo. Seems fair enough to take her out for breakfast considering she has gone to all the trouble of visiting me here in this sweltering megapole, waiting patiently for me to pick her up, all her wordly possessions in a small white/brown striped bag, some spare clothes, a bit of lingerie and a spare pair of platform shoes, a couple of photo books depicting her in earlier times of her life, other Farang men who shared a part of their lives with her while being on a holiday in the Land Of Smiles...

Silom Road is just across from busy Rama Four Road and provided one is carefull, crossing is a matter of being patient rather than wait for the traffic lights to turn green, better to wait for a lull in the endless line of cars and scooters to literally run across...across to the old Farang haunts of the Patpong Sois, once a paradise for lonely Farang males looking for girlie bars and massage salons, nowadays where street restaurants profilerate, where everything is for sale on the busy side walks, tourist gifts and orange juice dripping with ice cube cold water still, maybe Thai p*ssy but these days only from paper handouts from the legions of scam artists...tha patpong Sois tranformed into a huge tourist market everynight of the week.

Considering that my young female visitor is Thai, maybe Khao Pat Khung would be in order instead of the typical greasy English breakfast, out in the street like the locals, sharing your fried rice with shrimps with taxi drivers or maybe a couple of American lesbians who will most likely eye me suspiciously, who will most certainly contemptously view my female Thai companion to the status of an odinary bar-girl though they themselves are on a serious dykie hunt for local p*ssy to s*ck and f*ck in the privacy of their overpriced hotel room...

But then, I am not supposed to know these little things, I am supposed to be oblivious and totally ignorant to the goings and doings of the lesbian brigate overseas, their activities during their annual holidays in the Land Of Dykie Physical Delight...the lesbian movement in the West likes to keep that little secret to themselves, much more fun condemning their Western men for sexual exploitation of Third World undereducated starving females...Hypocritical crap by the Dyke brigate...