Gay Boy Thailand

I sat with the fish monger while he commented boys that walked past in the town market. That’s a good one, that one is handsome, that one is crazy.

I saw two fashion queens who worked in the market. They were friends. They had the same haircut and were dressed the same way. The two fem boys were so alike I could hardly keep them apart. In a quiet moment in the market I saw them walk around with their arms around each others shoulders. Such sweet gay boys.

They were poor but they made the best of what they had. Maybe having little money was good for something. If they had more they could be over the top. As it was now their fashion and accessories craze was kept within limits.

The fish monger knew them, of course. He said they were such close friends that if I asked one of them to tea the other one would probably show up too, out of solidarity.

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The fish monger showed me his real, female girlfriend but did not introduce me to her. That would be improper, I guess. She was a veiled Muslim girl. I don’t think he got much action from her. She was probably saving her virginity for the marriage, like good and proper Muslim girls should. Hence the fish monger’s male girlfriend came handy.

I don’t know what the depth of their relationship was, but the fish monger hinted that his boy-girlfriend was available.

The fish monger was flattered when I complimented him with having two girlfriends. He saw no contractions or moral dilemmas in his arrangement. I did not bring up what the Koran says about this sort of thing. Talk about politics and religion is best avoided.

But this is how it is done. Girls for marriage, boys for fun. I have never heard anyone mention that the boy fun actually is illegal under Malaysian law. It seems nobody knows or cares about that.

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I have been thinking about those Afghans who fancy me. Should I go back and talk to them? Maybe I could become a kept boy in a cave in the Tora Bora mountains. Life would be good. I could have my own VIP donkey and bearded warlords would fight over me. That should give me something to write about in the blog. I just hope the caves have Internet.