Gay Boy Thailand

My impulse flirting is improving. Two gay boys sat inside McDonald’s when I walked past and gave them a quick smile and raised eyebrows. They waved to me.

I saw a moneyboy with one of those shirts that leave the arms and the shoulders exposed. He had scratch marks on his upper back. Someone had dug his fingernails into his skin. What they might have been doing when this happened I can’t possibly guess.

A group of European tourists, probably English, were hijacked by a tout on the street as I watched. The tout asked where they were going and they said the bars. The tout proudly led them down the road to the nearest rip-off place. I am tempted to say something when I see this but I realise it will not make me popular with anyone.

It is the same with the diamond shop scam guys. I hate them. One of these days I will step on their toes really hard by accident.

I am thinking of moving this blog somewhere else. Blogger has promised a Categories archive in addition to the monthly archive that you see here, but they don’t deliver. A Categories archive would make it possible to put the travel stories in one section, the fiction stories in another, the pretty boy star pictures in yet another section and so on to easily find them again. This is worth doing as material keeps piling up but it remains little used once it is off the main page. You guys have any suggestions? Should I go for Wordpress 2.0?

Chalerm was in a good mood for the 3rd day in a row. He offered to cook me dinner. Since he only knows one dish - fried pork with garlic - I said no thanks. I am also skeptical about the hygiene in the kitchen. It is a mess in there. If I am to start joining their meals I will buy a dishwasher. Now they wash up in cold water, as the street restaurants do. That’s how they do it in the village too.

I miss cousin When. My clothes have never been as clean and as nicely ironed as when she did them. Now it is back to the so-so laundry service in the building. They ruined a pair of pants recently. I wonder if it is worth arguing about.

I must speak more to grandmother, says Chalerm. But what should I speak to her about? Chalerm says she is afraid of me and that she doesn’t want to watch TV anymore out of fear of disturbing me. I say she can watch TV all she wants. I get worried when the woman does nothing but doze all day. Sometimes she moans in her sleep.

I don’t understand granny’s village accent. Like Chalerm granny is a central Thai, not from Isaan, but the rural dialect is still a challenge. Chalerm has switched to standard Thai now that he is in Bangkok. But he changes back to village talk when he speaks to granny. I have no idea what they chat about. Maybe it is about me.

Granny is watching me carefully. The farang doesn’t gamble, drink or smoke, she has noticed. There is no violence in the house. He pays the bills on time. He is a foreigner but it could be worse.