Gay Boy Thailand

I went to a ho-house in Love Lane. Not that I had any business there, I was just doing social research.

The place had a bar downstairs and short time rooms upstairs. The rooms were ten ringit (= 100 baht), the boss told me. The boss sat by a table next to mine, chain-smoking and drinking beer. He tried some male bonding with me by talking about football, and I did my best to keep up.

- I hear ladies are cheap in Bangkok, said the boss.

- Are they?

- 100 ringit. Right?

- I believe it is more like 2-300 ringit.

- Oh. Where are they cheap?

- How about Laos?

- Laos? How much are they there?

- I don’t know. Maybe 20 ringit.

- Ho ho, that’s cheap, said the boss.

- These are my friends, said the boss, waving in the direction of two trannies. One of them was a big mama in a bright red and gold sari. The other was tall, young and pretty. Both were Indians, dark-skinned Tamils.

The pretty one sat down with me. She asked if I knew she was a ladyboy. I said yes. (Oops. Wrong answer. Next time say no). She also asked if I knew what she did for a living. I said yes to this too. (Oops. Next time pretend to be surprised).

- I want to go to Pattaya, she said.

- Why? Will you look for a job there?

- I want to go to Tiffany’s.

- Aha. And to Alcazar?

- I want to take part in the Miss International competition.

- I saw it on TV last time.

- I have taken part in beauty competitions here.

- Malaysia has ladyboy competitions?

- Ye, but they are unofficial. Do you think I am beautiful? What part of me do you like best?

- Eyes and the smile.

- Thank you, she said, pleased with the answer. - Have you ever had fun with anyone here in Penang?

- No.

- Why not?

- I have been to Penang many times but I never found anyone who was my type.

- How about me? I am your type?

- I don’t think so. I prefer boys.

- There are no males working in Penang.

- Really? I could swear I have met some.

- Selling sex is illegal anyway.

- I can see that.

- You can see me! Ha ha! I am not expensive. Not like 4-500 ringit.

- What?!

- I said not like that.

She then spent the next ten minutes trying to talk me into a trip to the upstairs. I gave her a ten ringit tip on the condition that she stopped nagging me. She accepted.

- If you want I can introduce you to a boy.

- Who?

- This one sitting over there. Is he your type?

The boy in question was an Indian male around 30 with a mustache. He was a fine young(ish) male, don’t get me wrong, but he didn’t even pass the no-facial-hair test. I said thank you but no thank you. He was not hurt. I don’t think the guy even knew he had been offered to me.

There was no bill to pay as I left. This was the sort of bar where you had to pay before they gave you anything to drink.

- See you in Laos! shouted the boss and waved.