Gay Boy Thailand

Farang D speaks well about Chalerm’s work. Earlier Chalerm was in the shadow of a couple of dominating personalities in the office, but as these have left Chalerm can show what he can do. Today he was there alone most of the time, taking care of business as the Thai boy manager went shopping at Paragon. “Dad” is proud of him.

I found a few Minolta lenses tucked away in a corner in Maboongkrong, and bought the best one. My immediate hunger for lenses is now satisfied.

When I went to Chinatown I could not find the camera shops. I had forgotten what a maze that place is. I wandered around for a couple of hours, looking and taking pictures, but never got to the camera shops. Next time I will be better prepared and study the map.

Tomorrow I have to tell the manager of the building to send air condition repairboys. Two of our units failed at the same time. One is making funny noises and the other one freezes up inside, plus it leaks water onto the floor. They never maintain the air conditioners, but wait for them to fail. Inevitably, they will fail in the hot season when they are most needed. Three lads will arrive with equipment to fix them. This happens every year.

Mother Noodle is not the mother after all, I have learned. She is Older Sister Noodle, which might mean she an aunt or a cousin or whatever. She was here yesterday night and Chalerm helped her with some documents.

The Noodle Girl (the youngest one) scolded herself when cooking noodles in the soi. Poor girl. She was sent to Chula hospital with burns. Chalerm went to visit her, but when he came to the hospital he was turned away because it wasn’t visiting hour. When he came back at visiting hour she was released, having stayed a couple of days. I saw her yesterday. I can’t say she smiled. She is probably still in pain.

I didn’t know she slept over in the guest bedroom and she surprised me early this morning while I was sitting in my underpants in front of the computer. At least I wasn’t naked. I don’t want to scare a sensitive young thing.

I gave Chalerm another invoice for my web design work. Chalerm complains on behalf of his employer how incredibly expensive I am. Like the Thai boy manager, Chalerm seems to think that a business website can be built in an afternoon or two. Chalerm also believes that writing a novel should not take any longer than reading it does. How hard can it be?

Chalerm is going to a press conference next week, at the Ministry of Defence. He will speak about his test case protesting the “permanent mental illness” stamp the military gives gay boys and ladyboys when they exclude them from the draft.

Saturday this affair led to a trip to BNH hospital, where Chalerm saw a doctor to get a certificate saying he was not insane. I had various jokes ready about the impossibility of this mission, but I kept silent as it is a sensitive matter. Two other gay boys were there for the same reason. Chalerm knew them from Rainbow Sky. Much chatting and socialising erupted in the waiting room. A farang woman sat nearby, clearly wondering what a man like me was doing in the hospital in the company of three young men in various stages of gayness.

The doctor charged 780 B for the consultation but Chalerm didn’t get any paper declaring his sanity. (I could have told him that). But seriously, I don’t quite understand what this is about but according to Chalerm it will be revealed next week. I asked if I could go to the press conference but Chalerm said I had to make do with watching it on television like everyone else. It seems I am living with a VIP. If I ask nicely maybe I can get his autograph.