Gay Boy Thailand

What do you want to hear about? More about the temples or another smut report? I thought so. Here comes the sleaze update.

The group of people on the street that made the police check on my well-being are still there. The members change and there are not always as many, but someone is always on the street.

One of them is an annoying (but beautiful) woman. She had figured out why I ignored her and the next time I walked past she shouted:
- Are you gay?
I did not reply.
- We have Melissa here for you! said the woman.

“Melissa” turned out to be a person I had spoken to earlier thinking it was a girl. I only saw the face since the head was covered and “Melissa” was sitting down blocking the view of her body.

But Melissa was a ladyboy. He was dressed as a boy and did not wear any makeup, but his face was all female.

The next day when I walked by, two grandmother types sat in the open door to a restaurant. They were dressed as Muslim women with colourful head veils. But they didn’t behave like the grannies I have known.
- Here comes your boyfriend! the grannies yelled.
That was to Melissa and I was the supposed boyfriend.
The grannies and the others laughed and spoke loudly, everyone at the same time.
- He is a rent boy! shouted the annoying woman.
That was to me and Melissa was the supposed rent boy.

Melissa was at the bottom of the pecking order and sat in a darker spot a few metres from the others. He held out his hand for a handshake. But he would not let go again. He kept tugging my hand while looking into my eyes.

Poor Melissa. There was more than just money at stake. I could tell he was starved for affection, similar to what the Thai ladyboys often are.

The grannies and the annoying woman kept up a stream of comments and laughter. I didn’t dare sit down. The sales pressure would have been too much.

And I was embarrassed. This was the most direct marketing I had ever heard in Asia. The whole street could hear them. What happened to Muslim sensitivities?

In Penang and KL it was not like this. It seemed that to further out in the small towns I got, the more open the shady activities. The previous evening a young man on a street corner had shouted to me “Do you want to buy speed?”. This was also a first.

- What are you looking for? asked the annoying woman.
- Just looking, I said.
- Where are you going?
- To my hotel.
- You are looking for your hotel? Are you lost?
Ha ha ha.