Gay Boy Thailand

Another visa run

On the Air Asia flight a very English voice behind me said: - Could I have a cup of tea, please?

The voice belonged to one of the debating competition boys from the UK. Bangkok has been host to this event, where university students from all over showed their oral skills. The three young men from Oxbridge somewhere, dressed in wrinkled khaki suits, had won a trophy which they carried as hand luggage. The English lads continued their highly civilized discussion in the line for Malaysian Immigration.

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I enjoy reading the Malaysian newspapers. Health Minister Dr. Chua Soi Lek was filmed by no less than four hidden cameras while meeting a woman who was not his wife in a hotel room. That should cover every angle in the video, which is for sale on the street.

The now former Health Minister blames his political enemies for the debacle. My conclusion is: if your actions belong in the dark, turn off the lights.

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I sat in an Internet cafe when a young man walked past on the street outside and my gaydar pinged. Could it be the tight singlet, or the hair, or the makeup, or the way he walked? I waved to him out the window.

Ten minutes later I saw him and another boy on the street. I went over to them and asked where they were heading.
- To club X, said the boys.
- Are there any people? I asked.
- There are tonight, they said.
Measuring me, the boy in the singlet said:
- It is a gay bar.
- Shock horror, I said and pretended to turn back.
Then I said:
- Just kidding.

I invited myself to go along with them to Club X. I could hear heavy disco music from a distance. I recognised the song. It was the theme from “Beverly Hills Cop”, but in an updated techno version.

The bar was full of people. If I didn’t know it was a gay bar I could not have guessed. There was none of the shirtless display of male bodies you can see at DJ Station in Bangkok. There was no gay art on the walls. There were almost as many girls as boys, not counting the lesbians, as the gay boys obviously had brought along their faghags. Maybe they had to tell their parents that the faghags were their dates.

Nothing indecent was going on in this bar. Some people danced, some sat by tables and some stood by the bar. Nobody did any groping or other inappropriate homosexual body contact. Or at least nobody did that till I arrived.