I am not embarrassed to buy boy magazines at the 7-Eleven in the soi. Thailand has several such magazines with semi-nude young men posing. In theory these magazines are for girls, but I still haven’t seen any female buy one. I have no idea who buys them.
The magazines can be hard to find. So when Farang N was visiting I told him that the 7-Eleven near our building had a copy of “Head Shot” on display. It was half-hidden behind other magazines. Maybe this is why it was still not sold.
Farang N found the magazine but had forgotten his wallet. I paid for my stuff and for his, and Farang N put the magazine down on the counter with the rest of the merchandise.
The Thais don’t blink when a man buys a boy magazine. But an Indian fellow was standing there, waiting for his fast food, and some farang came in with his girlfriend and was waiting in line behind us. Indians and farangs do blink.
“Head Shot” (which shows more than just heads) did not register when the cashier put the magazine in front of the bar code reader. She tried several times. She looked at the cover and gave the magazine to another girl, who tried on another machine. They discussed the problem and handed the magazine to a boy. He could not make it “ping” either. They tried to enter the code manually. All three had a go at this, sending the magazine back and forth repeatedly while the line of people grew behind us.
Having tried on three machines, including the computer terminal to the side of the counter, they did after multiple attempts sell Farang N the magazine somehow for 199 baht.
Please notice that I was not the buyer. Hence I was completely unembarrassed. What does it concern me that Farang N is buying a magazine with large pictures of half-undressed Thai boys aged 18 to 23 on the front and back cover? I just paid for it and therefore it may have appeared that I was buying it. But I wasn’t.
No, I did not feel the stare of the Indian and the farang and the others in my back. No, it did not matter that the 7-Eleven guy, in a finale of sorts, read the name of the magazine out loud. Twice.
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August 26th, 2006 at 7:22 pm
Well, unfortunately, Silom Farang, I can beat that story. I just won’t be able to tell it as well.
It was a couple years ago and I had just arrived in Bangkok. One of my first stops was the big Watson’s on Silom, across the street from Patpong. I was picking up supplies — condoms and gel but also some sunscreen, shaving cream and what not so I wouldn’t be too embarrassed at the cash register.
There was an item right next to the condoms that caught my eye; it was a box of something I’d never seen before, something called Stud. It was described as “a desensitizing spray.” And the only ingredient I recognized was the same suff my dentist used to inject into my gums before drilling. Which should have sent red flags flashing across in front of my eyes. But instead I was probably nodding right there in the aisle as I was reading the label and thinking, “Yeah, not a bad idea. I wouldn’t mind lasting a little longer, perhaps prolong the enjoyment.” So I put the box of Stud in my basket and headed toward the checkout counter.
The shaving cream beeped OK. So did the sunscreen and my Van Houten chocolate bar. Even the condoms and gel. But, of course, the novocaine for my penis did not.
The solution that popped into the clerk’s mind wasn’t to try another nearby scanner but to hold the box above his head and scream across the store to another employee to check on the price of “this premature ejaculation spray.” And, in case everyone in the store did not hear that, he then yelled out, “It’s right next to the condoms.”
Of course, at that point, I got that wonderful Thai smile that was meant to ask me to please wait a minute while they sorted things out.
And after all that, I don’t even know if the stuff worked. I had no feeling down there, so, of course, I lasted all night. But since there was no feeling there was no pleasure. And it was the only time I’ve ever heard a go-go boy utter the words, “Please hurry.”
Which didn’t exactly make me feel like a stud.
August 26th, 2006 at 7:47 pm
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January 20th, 2008 at 6:07 pm
ROFL… “check on the price of this premature ejaculation spray”… ROFL ROFL ROFL