Gay Boy Thailand

Having said goodbye to Chalerm I went to the gate.

I flew Business Class. OK, I used my frequent flier miles to upgrade, but I consider Business Class to be my element. Imagine the lowlife Economy Class hordes in the back of the plane, packed as sardines, getting bad food and poor service.

For us civilised travellers in the front of the plane it was smoked Norwegian salmon served 10,000 feet above the hurricane victims in, followed by Thai shrimps and New Zealand wine while having the slums of Bangladesh and Calcutta under our feet. Say what? Are there poor people down there? It must be their own fault. If they have no rice please stop the whining and let them eat cake.

We had plenty of fattening desserts left over in Business Class. I considered throwing some cakes out the window so the Untouchables could pick them up, but it wasn’t allowed.

I pondered Chalerm and our future on the plane. His expectations are higher now. His buddies in the office have both gone to Farangland lately, one to live there and one to visit on a grand scale for holiday. Chalerm feels left behind

Chalerm doesn’t like it when I go on trips. He should go too, he feels. If he doesn’t go with me then I should stay at home. He likes to see me sit in the corner behind the uber-Mac. He doesn’t do much to entertain me when I am home, but he likes the safe feeling of having his father figure boyfriend nearby.

I saw a glimpse of my x-boyfriend, the rich kid, in Chalerm’s eyes. Maybe I am not good enough for Chalerm anymore.

We are having a long drawn-out fight over what turned out to be nothing, only inaccurate or misleading information about Chalerm’s work and study. And I am tired of Chalerm punishing me with sulks. The more he sulks the more I want to get away from him. Turning affection on and off, like he does, is manipulative and tiresome. Now it is a long time since he turned it on.