Bangkok, 10 Febr. 2012.
Then usual Bangkok air pollution is playing havoc on my lungs, a ice-cold beer would come in handy, still plenty of time before my scheduled appointment with the Enfant Terrible of the Dutch artworld Peter Klashorst, escape this pack of marlboro smoked air which is gray with dust, infiltrating heat waves that jam my lungs and nostrils producing brown saliva down my Farang throat...
This is Nana Plaza, this is Soi Cowboy, off Sukhumvit Road where small bars are plentifull and the girls everywhere, in search of a better life, where whoremongers the world over try hard to swallow enough beer to wash away a Western bred guild complex...but who am I to judge those that corrupt local women, those that exploit the innocent...or maybe better, I should see the other side, a tidal wave of female sex ripping over Western males that are so emotionally unbalanced they need that constant stream of Chang, Leo or Tiger beer...
Outside the sound waves of heavy traffic is like a horizon of eerie, unintelligible wave frequencies boucing off the windows of this Bar Beer place...sound waves that remind me of support beams attached to old Amsterdam houses tilting over...
Inside the sisterhood of Isan women next table try hard to gain my undivided attention, they want serious emotional attachment in exchanged for some purples, no doubt...girls that have grown up on a diet of sticky rice, Somtam and fried grasshoppers... a plastic bag of barbequed insects proving my point...one of the ladies arching her back to make sure her well curved breasts stand out like those of Miss Silicone Tits back in Pattaya, muncing away on fried grasshoppers, a skinny hopper's leg sticking out of her mouth, wringling, almost like kicking its leg while the lady keeps rotating her jaws, a well polished fingernail with glossy nail coloring delicately pushing the insect's protesting leg inside her mouth cavity, swallowing it with a loopy smile...
Shit, I need to get out of here !!!
Friday, February 10, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
A silent rage
Bangkok, 09 Febr. 2012.
A bunch of old fat bellied Tommies in the middle of a Lagerloud conversation about the good old time, the days when a girl would stay all night for a mere 500 Baht, clean your room in the morning, go out shortly to fetch you a cup of Java and Wai you politely before leaving...finding her on the toilet's seat squating the old fashioned way when you wake up - no European toilet bowl back in the dusty Isan village she originates from...
Their huge hairy paws slashing the air whenever they try to make a point, reminding me a bit of a boxer's fists looking for a jaw or a belly landing zone...
In the middle of this Tommy sex tourist conversation at the next table, Joy is gleefully making her point, extracting three one hundert baht notes from her lady's wallet, pink colored by the way, and deftly spreading them out on the table which is filled with the left-overs of our dinner, five empty but still condensed bottles of Kloster beer,...
"Nong, Song, Sam Baht" She tells me, "it really is quite simple and I don't understand your friends find it so difficult to grasp the concept, three Thai banknotes of one hundert Baht...and this is called a purple", she adds taking yet another neat looking Thai baht note out of a well stocked wallet..."five hundert Baht, the color purple"...the connection her 300 Baht/ 500 Baht notes have got with next table's main topic of conversation is obviously beyond her
She is blissfully unaware of the tommy Lagerlouds at the next table whose attention has shifted to her well shaped legs dressed in red nylon stockings, a scarlet seam running down the back and disappaering into a pair of Gucci pattented high heeled platform shoes...my rage is silent within myself but growing...making me wonder, does it need to be your own flesh and blood before one realises the impact this crazy Thai export trade can have on the local's point of view concerning us the single male Farang???
A bunch of old fat bellied Tommies in the middle of a Lagerloud conversation about the good old time, the days when a girl would stay all night for a mere 500 Baht, clean your room in the morning, go out shortly to fetch you a cup of Java and Wai you politely before leaving...finding her on the toilet's seat squating the old fashioned way when you wake up - no European toilet bowl back in the dusty Isan village she originates from...
Their huge hairy paws slashing the air whenever they try to make a point, reminding me a bit of a boxer's fists looking for a jaw or a belly landing zone...
In the middle of this Tommy sex tourist conversation at the next table, Joy is gleefully making her point, extracting three one hundert baht notes from her lady's wallet, pink colored by the way, and deftly spreading them out on the table which is filled with the left-overs of our dinner, five empty but still condensed bottles of Kloster beer,...
"Nong, Song, Sam Baht" She tells me, "it really is quite simple and I don't understand your friends find it so difficult to grasp the concept, three Thai banknotes of one hundert Baht...and this is called a purple", she adds taking yet another neat looking Thai baht note out of a well stocked wallet..."five hundert Baht, the color purple"...the connection her 300 Baht/ 500 Baht notes have got with next table's main topic of conversation is obviously beyond her
She is blissfully unaware of the tommy Lagerlouds at the next table whose attention has shifted to her well shaped legs dressed in red nylon stockings, a scarlet seam running down the back and disappaering into a pair of Gucci pattented high heeled platform shoes...my rage is silent within myself but growing...making me wonder, does it need to be your own flesh and blood before one realises the impact this crazy Thai export trade can have on the local's point of view concerning us the single male Farang???
Monday, February 6, 2012
Duang Dow Dee, my destiny is still good
Pattaya, 07 Febr. 2012.
I strech out lazily on the crumpled bed watching Paddie putting on her black lace bra and Beige colored panties, her cel on the table and the TV turned on to the Thai love song channel...she is preparing herself for her early morning smoke and coffee in front of the New Star guesthouse watching the Soi come alive, her habit of starting a new day over she will return to the room, sex heavily on her mind, first the coffee and smoke then the adults-only game before breakie...
Tomorrow I will be off to bangkok, Adios to Paddie and our great time together, maybe also goodbey and Adieu to that endless narrative inside my Farang skull, no more daily uploads on the Sacred Internet, personal observations that need a way out, write about it and feel free...
Did I ever offend someone out there with my words, well, they are still a drag after all!!!
Maybe the Holy Pope, Benedictus living there in the capital of Phedophylic heaven, Vatican City...don't worry mate, rumour has it your global organistaion took the innocence of countless youngers but then God will judge your actions, right???
Maybe the puritan population of the good old US of A, but don't worry guys, your administration has ruled the world long enough, endless wars and worldwide bloodshed but still not a shred of improvement to take care of it...let the Chinese take over and see it make a better job out of it!!!
Fat chance these johns and punters being on their never-ending carnal hunt out here in Pattaya will feel offended by my boring stories...too much Chang and Thai p*ssy to occupy teir waking moments...
Probably didn't offend the Hot Momma clan members...after all, they are way too busy making the dough the horizontal way, pay for the room and get decended along the way, a hard drinker's sagging body and face the way of concrete, gaining twenty/thirty pound during a Putaza carreer in sin city...personal misery extinguishes all other misery, the wreckage of their lives only observable to themselves...
Still, rumour has it Duang Dow Dee, my personal destiny is still good...my overdamaged Khara still fit for repair!!!
I strech out lazily on the crumpled bed watching Paddie putting on her black lace bra and Beige colored panties, her cel on the table and the TV turned on to the Thai love song channel...she is preparing herself for her early morning smoke and coffee in front of the New Star guesthouse watching the Soi come alive, her habit of starting a new day over she will return to the room, sex heavily on her mind, first the coffee and smoke then the adults-only game before breakie...
Tomorrow I will be off to bangkok, Adios to Paddie and our great time together, maybe also goodbey and Adieu to that endless narrative inside my Farang skull, no more daily uploads on the Sacred Internet, personal observations that need a way out, write about it and feel free...
Did I ever offend someone out there with my words, well, they are still a drag after all!!!
Maybe the Holy Pope, Benedictus living there in the capital of Phedophylic heaven, Vatican City...don't worry mate, rumour has it your global organistaion took the innocence of countless youngers but then God will judge your actions, right???
Maybe the puritan population of the good old US of A, but don't worry guys, your administration has ruled the world long enough, endless wars and worldwide bloodshed but still not a shred of improvement to take care of it...let the Chinese take over and see it make a better job out of it!!!
Fat chance these johns and punters being on their never-ending carnal hunt out here in Pattaya will feel offended by my boring stories...too much Chang and Thai p*ssy to occupy teir waking moments...
Probably didn't offend the Hot Momma clan members...after all, they are way too busy making the dough the horizontal way, pay for the room and get decended along the way, a hard drinker's sagging body and face the way of concrete, gaining twenty/thirty pound during a Putaza carreer in sin city...personal misery extinguishes all other misery, the wreckage of their lives only observable to themselves...
Still, rumour has it Duang Dow Dee, my personal destiny is still good...my overdamaged Khara still fit for repair!!!
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!!!
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!!!
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Why does a dog lick its balls?
Pattaya, 04 Febr. 2012.
Good old Paddie is insatiable and keeps me awake for hours demanding hot and steamy sex, three years of abstinence has to be taken care of by crazy old me...I really have to flee for Bangkok soon I guess!!!
Still, here in sin city Pattaya I still find myself in the midst of mass carnal carnage where the regulars, the hardcore Farang team will often be on the Songtheam early morning to check out the new arrivals on the overnight bus from Kon Kean, keeping one's personally acquiered newbie intelligence to oneself, check the girls out, ride them in the bareback way before going public, boasting about your latest conquests at Moos, in front of the Seven/11 the way only we males from Farang Land can...
Today is sunday so the hunting for ringers, as the regular crwod uses to call these Isan Ladies, should be excellent, a bit like a soldier's mentality almost, introduce them to the genito-urinary hall of Farang fame...
New girls to the scene that are so undereducated they believe AIDS is a germ and can therefore be taken care of with half a bottle of tooth cleansing Listerine, the stuff you gargle with you know, a vaginal Douce and the germ goes the way of no return...isn't that a locical part after all...third world knowledge by the Hot momma clan of females.
No matter how many new names you have on your personal list of Thai prostitutes, your destiny remains in Pattaya, return each and every year, work your Farang ass off back home and continue your Kharma reducing work...
We are after all more animal-like as we would prefer to admit...a bit like why does a dog lick its balls? Just because it can, plain and simple...
still, I wonder how these highly sought after new arrivals feel, coming off the bus and facing that legion of fat bellied, semi-drunk elderly Farang hardcore males, about to zoom in for the kill, the way only a shark can spotting whittish human meat studiply taking a swim in its territory...do they see a bunch of Phra Phum devils sent from Lord Buddha's hell, stumpling back into the bus, gasping for air, feeling like a life time trauma, a punishment from a bad earlier reincarnation is about to visit them in the here and now, divine punishment coming from uncivilized Farang Land...
They have years of trying to understand the minds and its mental workings of horny Farang males, ahead of them...maybe better to keep in mind the age old question...why does a dog lik its balls?
Good old Paddie is insatiable and keeps me awake for hours demanding hot and steamy sex, three years of abstinence has to be taken care of by crazy old me...I really have to flee for Bangkok soon I guess!!!
Still, here in sin city Pattaya I still find myself in the midst of mass carnal carnage where the regulars, the hardcore Farang team will often be on the Songtheam early morning to check out the new arrivals on the overnight bus from Kon Kean, keeping one's personally acquiered newbie intelligence to oneself, check the girls out, ride them in the bareback way before going public, boasting about your latest conquests at Moos, in front of the Seven/11 the way only we males from Farang Land can...
Today is sunday so the hunting for ringers, as the regular crwod uses to call these Isan Ladies, should be excellent, a bit like a soldier's mentality almost, introduce them to the genito-urinary hall of Farang fame...
New girls to the scene that are so undereducated they believe AIDS is a germ and can therefore be taken care of with half a bottle of tooth cleansing Listerine, the stuff you gargle with you know, a vaginal Douce and the germ goes the way of no return...isn't that a locical part after all...third world knowledge by the Hot momma clan of females.
No matter how many new names you have on your personal list of Thai prostitutes, your destiny remains in Pattaya, return each and every year, work your Farang ass off back home and continue your Kharma reducing work...
We are after all more animal-like as we would prefer to admit...a bit like why does a dog lick its balls? Just because it can, plain and simple...
still, I wonder how these highly sought after new arrivals feel, coming off the bus and facing that legion of fat bellied, semi-drunk elderly Farang hardcore males, about to zoom in for the kill, the way only a shark can spotting whittish human meat studiply taking a swim in its territory...do they see a bunch of Phra Phum devils sent from Lord Buddha's hell, stumpling back into the bus, gasping for air, feeling like a life time trauma, a punishment from a bad earlier reincarnation is about to visit them in the here and now, divine punishment coming from uncivilized Farang Land...
They have years of trying to understand the minds and its mental workings of horny Farang males, ahead of them...maybe better to keep in mind the age old question...why does a dog lik its balls?
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Even Soi dogs can't be that depraved
Pattaya, 02 febr. 2012.
I seem to loose track of time and dimensions, my poor Phii going into overdrive, my already overstreched Kharma going haywire...
I sit around with the circle of regulars, the hardcore Pattaya visitors who have seen the scene played out hunderts of times, men who know the score, old johns who can no longer be deceived by love and sentiment, male Europeans cured of romance, who rattle of the sex menu in advance, three reds for a shorttime, maybe add another red for the absence of the dreaded rubber, Russian roulette no longer a testimony to their physical routine...maybe the 5 % discount and 7 % refund for tourists that are being advertised at Pattaya's Festival, the latest shopping mall adventure for foreign investors, though I find it hard to explain that back at Suvarnibhumi's airport immigration officials...shit, even Soi dogs can't be that depraved!!!
Maybe a drunk whore, slurring her words for two reds and a cheap bottle Lao Khao, a woman who has forgotten her whereabouts, where she has been and where she is going next...
Really, if the holy pope Benedictus in Rome's Vatican City did come to this Sodom and Gomorra hellhole, we would all be in serious danger of eternal hell, even though Mister Holiness Himself is rumoured to be at the head of the world's biggest child abuse organisation mankind has ever know...
I watch Paddie combing her hair, trying hard to forget the endless narrative churning itself through my gray brain cells, doing serious damage to my Phii and Kharma, neurons and chemical reactions causing havoc to my mental state of Farang health...she has come back to Pattaya, come back into my life, remembering hours of steaming and tenderly love making, something remembered from a thousand love affairs with crazy Farang like me but a Number One absence in her life these last three years before meeting me one week ago...
I seem to loose track of time and dimensions, my poor Phii going into overdrive, my already overstreched Kharma going haywire...
I sit around with the circle of regulars, the hardcore Pattaya visitors who have seen the scene played out hunderts of times, men who know the score, old johns who can no longer be deceived by love and sentiment, male Europeans cured of romance, who rattle of the sex menu in advance, three reds for a shorttime, maybe add another red for the absence of the dreaded rubber, Russian roulette no longer a testimony to their physical routine...maybe the 5 % discount and 7 % refund for tourists that are being advertised at Pattaya's Festival, the latest shopping mall adventure for foreign investors, though I find it hard to explain that back at Suvarnibhumi's airport immigration officials...shit, even Soi dogs can't be that depraved!!!
Maybe a drunk whore, slurring her words for two reds and a cheap bottle Lao Khao, a woman who has forgotten her whereabouts, where she has been and where she is going next...
Really, if the holy pope Benedictus in Rome's Vatican City did come to this Sodom and Gomorra hellhole, we would all be in serious danger of eternal hell, even though Mister Holiness Himself is rumoured to be at the head of the world's biggest child abuse organisation mankind has ever know...
I watch Paddie combing her hair, trying hard to forget the endless narrative churning itself through my gray brain cells, doing serious damage to my Phii and Kharma, neurons and chemical reactions causing havoc to my mental state of Farang health...she has come back to Pattaya, come back into my life, remembering hours of steaming and tenderly love making, something remembered from a thousand love affairs with crazy Farang like me but a Number One absence in her life these last three years before meeting me one week ago...
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
International antropolgists with a h*rd-on obsession
Pattaya, 02 Febr. 2012.
People from all over the world come to Pattaya, mostly males though with a wed appetite for Thai p*ssy, and the Hot Momma tribe servicing them, scenting the smell of Thai Baht about to come loose and zooming in for the kill...
Ekderly fat bellied European men wanting to play Russian roulette with what they consider monkey-brained undereducated females, f*ck the dreaded rubber and get laid as often as possible in a, say, three weeks of absolute delight holiday...tell the folks back home you are on some kind of study project, maybe a university research or a hilltribe trek up north near Changmai, nothing so select as trying to understand your understanding of local primitive cultures...
The truth might be a bit different, though, running around in a pair of ragged shorts and a sweaty chang beer stained T-shirts, on a mad search for a continuation of prostitutional shorttime affairs, add to that list that started years back, pattaya and its clan of local p*ssies being quite addictive...
in between lays talk about different postions with your mates, do you enjoy taking a woman from behind or are you an Aficionado of the church's approved missionary style, the crazy pope in Vatican City would go bonkers on a reliciously funded visit to sin city Pattaya, hail be to the Christian god and destroy Sodom and Gomorra...
Another fatso walking home, holding hands with yet another petite member of the Hot Momma Sisterhood, a bony chest dripping with sweat beneath an unbuttoned shirt, another antropologist with a h*rd-on drive...maybe he too belongs to the cult of Doggy Fasion, wants to declare war on the Sisters Of Mercy back home in the good old US of f*cking puritan A...after all, the rear attack is our god given blessed right, our inheritance from our ape like ancestors...
The endless narrative inside my poor Farang skull is still not at an end, I guess, my stories maybe useless and boring but will most likely continue for some time...
People from all over the world come to Pattaya, mostly males though with a wed appetite for Thai p*ssy, and the Hot Momma tribe servicing them, scenting the smell of Thai Baht about to come loose and zooming in for the kill...
Ekderly fat bellied European men wanting to play Russian roulette with what they consider monkey-brained undereducated females, f*ck the dreaded rubber and get laid as often as possible in a, say, three weeks of absolute delight holiday...tell the folks back home you are on some kind of study project, maybe a university research or a hilltribe trek up north near Changmai, nothing so select as trying to understand your understanding of local primitive cultures...
The truth might be a bit different, though, running around in a pair of ragged shorts and a sweaty chang beer stained T-shirts, on a mad search for a continuation of prostitutional shorttime affairs, add to that list that started years back, pattaya and its clan of local p*ssies being quite addictive...
in between lays talk about different postions with your mates, do you enjoy taking a woman from behind or are you an Aficionado of the church's approved missionary style, the crazy pope in Vatican City would go bonkers on a reliciously funded visit to sin city Pattaya, hail be to the Christian god and destroy Sodom and Gomorra...
Another fatso walking home, holding hands with yet another petite member of the Hot Momma Sisterhood, a bony chest dripping with sweat beneath an unbuttoned shirt, another antropologist with a h*rd-on drive...maybe he too belongs to the cult of Doggy Fasion, wants to declare war on the Sisters Of Mercy back home in the good old US of f*cking puritan A...after all, the rear attack is our god given blessed right, our inheritance from our ape like ancestors...
The endless narrative inside my poor Farang skull is still not at an end, I guess, my stories maybe useless and boring but will most likely continue for some time...
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