Gay Boy Thailand

Friendship can be such a fragile thing. The boy who invited himself to free beer at my expense in a karaoke bar doesn’t know me anymore. He came towards me on a bike in a narrow street and stopped, but didn’t say hello. He did say hello to everyone else.

I cried myself to sleep over him. (Not really).

I did a gaydar sweep of a busy outdoor market and found the gay percentage to be satisfactory. I found four gay boys, including one very fem one, a possible ladyboy.

I spoke to one guy, a fish monger. He pointed to another boy and said “he is my girlfriend”. As far as I can tell this fish monger is straight. He wanted his picture taken with his “girlfriend” and I obliged. He also wanted printed copies, which I promised to make.

Sorry, but I can’t put their photo in the blog. Not now that I have told you their secrets. They are Muslims and by definition they can’t be gay.

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The hotel staff used to wonder about me. But after the local boy trio came to visit they wonder no more. I don’t detect any negative vibes from the hotel staff but you might say the episode brought me down to earth.

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I met three Afghans in the market. One of them behaved like the Arab who surprised me in Burger King Silom a while ago. He began asking a series of silly questions without listening to what I said. This while grinning broadly. The other two also grinned broadly and stared at me. It was a shameless flirting.

They claimed to be from Pakistan but they didn’t look like any Pakistanis I have seen before. They looked like Pastuns or some similar Afganistan tribe from the border area with Pakistan. One of them had the trademark large gaps between his teeth and a Taliban beard.

I am in hot demand among such people. The scene repeated itself when I entered a cafe run by some Arabs. They looked me up and down, complimented me and said I was handsome. Again this homosexual flirty grinning.

Maybe I should go to the Middle East. It seems like I could do well there.