Gay Boy Thailand

Wild life

Want to hear how the boys in Malaysia are doing? I met many of the same ones on this trip.

Fashion Boy had become Plain Boy. His “pokemon” clothes were gone, along with his hairstyle and makeup. Now he only had a t-shirt and jeans. He cut his hair short. But he still wanted to be admired.
- I am drunk, said Fashion Boy when I met him in the gay club. He looked ill and he was dizzy. But five minutes later he was dancing with a lot of energy. I wondered if he was on drugs.

The moneyboy from the park claimed to be Fashion Boy’s boyfriend. He said they had been together for two years. Fashion Boy, on the other hand, has said he is single. Fashion Boy was a hi-so Chinese. He and the rough MB from the park were an unlikely couple. But I saw them dance and cuddle.

The moneyboy with the bad breath still had a bad breath. As usual I was sitting on a bench reading my newspaper when the bad breath came and sat down uninvited and began talking. He is OK but I can’t get rid of him without leaving. I wish he would leave so I could read my newspaper.

The gay club manager still wants to befriend me. We still call each other “darling” and do mock flirting. This was my 3rd visit to his club. He keeps track of these things.

The dramatic ladyboy came walking on the street dressed as a boy. I said hello and he remembered me. I reminded him about how he had kissed a table in the gay club, leaving a lipstick mark. This made him embarrassed.

The dramatic ladyboy ended up in my hotel room. Someone called him on the phone. It was a jealous boyfriend. He wanted to talk to me.
- What are you doing? asked the jealous boyfriend in a tense voice.
- I take pictures of your friend, I said.
- Is that all?
- We are also watching television.
- Who are you?
- Orang phuti (man white), I said.
- Well with that pronounciation…, said the jealous boyfriend and laughed.
- Be nice, I said.
- Will you do anything else? asked the jealous boyfriend.
- I don’t think so.

- Time is up, said the dramatic ladyboy.
- Shirtless picture? I asked.
- Why?
- You have a great body.
- Is normal gay gym body, said the dramatic ladyboy.

He took off his shirt. A perfectly toned body. He went to the gym for sure. He was like the Thai model in the video

He refused to have his shirtless picture taken.

I didn’t know ladyboys, even part time ladyboys, were into muscle. His were moderate and tasteful but what if he developed body builder ones? Is there such as thing as a body builder ladyboy?

- The guy on the phone is your boyfriend? I asked.
- He likes me, said the boy and made a dismissive movement with his head.

Later, in the gay club, a waiter became jealous every time I spoke to the dramatic ladyboy, who was back in drag. This time she was a brunette.
- Is he your boyfriend? I asked.
Again the dismissive head movement. This was a person with a lot of possessive admirers, I understood.

- I miss my family, said the part time ladyboy.
- Where are they? I asked.
- Dead.
- What happened?
- Airplane accident. Mother and father.
- I am sorry to hear that, I said.

The part time ladyboy looked at me. I was not sure if I wanted to believe his story. But it was not the time to say “Hey, what kind of fool do you take me for”? It might be true, overly dramatic as it sounded. But this was the dramatic ladyboy, who dramatically forgot a small bag in my room. I reminded him twice but he never came to pick it up. He thought I should have it sent to him. Diva tendencies.