Gay Boy Thailand

The build-up to Songkran continues. The shops have piles of air pressure water guns in bright colours for sale. In the 7-Eleven the owner is expecting an attack, and has wrapped the cash register (which is a computer, actually) and the keyboard in clear plastic.

Chalerm says he will go home to Anyburi on Wednesday. No, I don’t want to tag along. It sounds touching that children and adults alike in the village will give me special attention during the festival, but I can only take so much celebration.

Chalerm says he used to stand outside their house when he was a kid, throwing water on people and vehicles that passed by. If I stand there instead, says Chalerm, the locals will stop and engage me in the social rites of Songkran.

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All beds are taken in The Mansion. I found a Thai boy sleeping on the sofa this morning. It turned out to be The Queen of Si Saket, who politely asked me what time it was. The Noodle Girl was in the guest bedroom.

Chalerm spoke seriously to me about money. - We have to do something about this, said Chalerm, meaning my dependence on bank cards from Farangland. - How can I help you? continued Chalerm, making a plan where he opens a new bank account and leaves me to use it. It will be in his name but I will have the deposit book and the ATM card.

- You have a good heart, I said.
- If you have no money pay apartment is bad for me also, said Chalerm.

We spoke about moving to a new apartment. The Noodle Family has a rented shop house they pay 5 000 baht a month for. It is a narrow building with rooms spread out over four floors. I said I didn’t like the lack of security in such a place. There are too many thieves and burglars.

It is nice to live in this corporate ex-pat apartment we have now, but it is expensive. We can find something cheaper if we go further up the soi, but Chalerm protested, saying that he wanted to be near the Skytrain and the bus he takes to school.

- Is boring move every year, said Chalerm. I agree. When we came here we moved only one kilometre as the bird flies, but is was a new environment. Living here for a while we get a feeling for the soi and get to know the people here.

Bangkok is made up of mini-towns. Many Bangkokians spend their days in their own soi. One (cute) Thai boy I know lives only a five minute walk from Silom main road, but while I have seen him in his soi hundreds of times I have only once seen him go to Silom proper.

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While on the perennial subject of cute Thai boys, I spoke to a farang friend yesterday who praised the massage places in Bangkok. I am not into massages, so this was news to me. The farang, who has lived in Bangkok for a long time, said he got the best service ever when he went to one these places and picked a boy among the many available.

The masseurs drop all pretence of keeping their distance when they take off their clothes and join the customer in the shower, I was told. Body contact is hard to avoid in the small shower cubicle. And that is just the beginning.

This fun is not free. He pays 600 baht for the room and 1000 baht for the service.

My farang friend feels rejuvenated these days and gives credit to some vitamin supplement pills he has been taking. I think it must be the massage boys.