Today I will write about the giant turtles in the nature reserve. Just kidding. It will be about Asian boys as usual.
I extended my stay in Malaysia because Chalerm said he would go to Anyburi to visit his family. I saw no reason to rush home to an empty house. But when I changed my ticket Chalerm changed his mind, and he didn’t go to Anyburi after all. He is still in Bangkok, and thinks he I should have come home.
If I had known about his upcountry trip plans I would have liked to join him. I haven’t been to Anyburi for years. The town now has two 7-Elevens, I hear. Which one is the cruising zone on Saturday night?
I know little about what goes on in the family. The farang is out of the loop. But I understand the grandparents are still dead and the father is still hiding from the police. I asked Chalerm who is on the farm but he said he didn’t know. Does he own the farm now? There was talk about that. Chalerm is becoming a good catch. He has land and soon a university degree too.
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Gaydar test
I saw a gay boy in the market yesterday. Eyes met and gaydars went off. Both mine and his. The boy was walking around selling stuff. He turned his back to me, strutted and hoped I would bump into him from behind.
I know what you are thinking. This Silom Farang guy is somewhere in the jungle on Borneo and he claims to spot gay boys everywhere. He also claims they are flirting with him. Is he imagining things? Or maybe he is making it up?
I put my assumptions to the test. I walked up to the boy, pretended to lean over to look at some wares for sale and made arm to arm contact with him. I kept skin to skin contact long enough to make it noticable, short enough to be deniable, and not long enough to be intimidating. That meant “Hi. I like you”.
The boy said nothing. But on his next round he gave me a perfectly executed elbow-to-elbow bump. That meant “Yes, I am interested”.
It is possible he didn’t know what he was doing and that he played around with strutting and body contact without realising the significance. It is possible, but not likely. He had knowing eyes.
What next? I didn’t want to put him on the spot or expose him in any way. I was unsure of what the rules were. There were people everywhere and they would notice if I started talking to him. I let him be.
Maybe I should go back today and see what happens.
Tags: Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia, Sandakan
July 30th, 2007 at 10:10 am
AHHHH SF, you are a whimp!!!
You need to be a MAN and act on your sexual urges!!!
Go for it!!!
July 30th, 2007 at 10:13 am
SF, I would never question the credibility of your gaydar’s ability to lock in on suitable targets. I have also had my gaydar go off in the craziest of places — including a couple of combat zones. I was, erm, a little too busy to put it to the test during those times.
July 31st, 2007 at 12:21 am
Well, I know a man who picked up a boy during his first days in Iran with the immortal line: “Coca-Cola? Hotel?”
July 31st, 2007 at 5:35 am
Several of my comments seem to have gone missing - but that, of course, may well be your editing, SF. Certainly that is your perogative, for this is your excellent blog, and you must guard it jealously.
Nevertheless, I will continue to enjoy your work, and your wit, and I will find a bus-station wall to write my comments on; I refuse to be silent.
I told Surendra that you appear to have taken your copy-pencil to my remarks, and he laughed and said you did the right thing. By the way, so many of his college friends in Nagpur, India, are now amongst your most ardent fans, gay or not. I hope Chalerm and you are safe and well.