Sex City
Was ripped off the double price and paid 40 Euros instead of 18 or 20 for two hours taxi ride. Then the driver pointed out I had signed a bill excluding the highway tax. I was so fucked that I just said, that both of us shoudn´t consider such ideas any further and stared into his eyes ... not a nice way in a culture of loose-face but his way wasn´t gentlemen-like either. Nevertheless it worked ... he lost no word about the tax anymore. Having had two hours of sleep in the tourist packed Thai plane was no pleasure as well as backseats on highways aren´t. But the destination´s asses are. I have never seen a place like this. Fifty percent of the city´s population ist employed as sex workers - the other fifty are men. You have endless streets here fronted by bars with dozens of girls inside, one more beautiful than the other with their sexy Asian eyes. Shaking their coffee brown cheeks wearing hotpants and appearing like nymphs in their almost only velvety skin covered thight bodies. “Sexy boy I see you, already falling in love with you!” ... the way she cried taht out ... I must say that a cheap quotation like this can only be forgiven such a hot bitch - admitting that this excuse derives from as cheap men phantasies, I do also sometimes suffer from. Due to my own very “optical” perception that all does also attract my senses but I am not loosing the awarness for this all being a big illusion for dreaming men who don´t know or are able to ignore the social structures behind all this. Sometimes you got 5 gals around you starting to kiss you and so...but smalltalk and smiling back seems to work here. The girls are all nice and don´t bother you too much expect of the visual aspect. As a loving boyfriend I will resist these bio-material short time satisfactions and illusions. So far to the first impressions. I am just home after having been at Seven Eleven. How much I missed it. (Consume and satisfaction again the issue ...) I bought Gatorade, Fruit Mentos, Soy Milk, Grass Jelly Drink, Water and a kind of green little dough balls filled with almond cream or egg yolk or whatever it is. They call it Moji. And Moji is the little discovery that I made today. And that´s what I love this part of the world for - the never ending little discoveries. My residency is currently shifting to being more time in Southeastasia than at home. In contrast to former stays moving around and living here lost a bit of it´s big-adventure character and became almost normal. I am less culture-shocked and more open for subtle things, from little Moji balls I never paid attention to before to aspects of social interaction.
Few days later - Now to my first night out on Walking Street: Kathoey are difficult here in Thailand. Not as easygiong and friend-like as in Indo. Money rules. Some don´t wanna be shot, others want 10 Euro for one picture and 50 for a shooting. Building confidence here will be very hard if not even impossible. Got one appointment tomorrow at noon in their appartment. He/She gave me her key...maybe a sign of mutual trust? Sat in that club and all were so unbelievable pretty. One was dancing in front of me on the bar, crouching down, sperading her legs and her perfect plastic surgery pussy was opening in front of my eyes. Couldn´t believe it. Looked so tasty that I could have eaten it to my beer. And it was wet! Other countries, other customs. Coz I am not familliar with them I didn´t dare to take the picture. Positioning a 135mm Canon Lens in front of her might not have been appreciated. I do indeed a more decent camera, Ixus something like this. Next day I did some pose photos with Oh in the park.
She told me about the difficulties of the scene here and remembered me to be careful with her colleagues. Later on I bought the IXUS 55. For the non pose but habitat-sessions that are my aim it is the only rational choice and thus a good investment.
In the evening I brought the prints to Oh and got to know Moji – another Moji, some very strange but nice chance. Because she is a nice person, I would have never expected to meet there. We went out togehther. We have been in a Thai Disco. Later I found out that she is a girl but few years ago was a boy. I hope to see her again and spend some more time with her – because I would like to find out more about her life and because she is such a lovable person.
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wicked!
dem chichiman dema bombaclaat.
overstand boy overstand.
Horrorlady,
open source established, system does require criticism. Freedom of speech proclaimed and expected. I also considered such questions reflecting myself. But what I experienced in the last 7 days let me again believe that I don't do what all do. I m different, honey!
Of course you change your identity as a transit personality. The girls do so. And I shared a portion of time with them,, exchanging us and not using us. No business, understand? First aceess you have to play games, but I am interesed in reality. The girld cried all night that I am not there anymore. We knew about we have little time, but we ignored, coz within this time we gave us much, immaterial goods. That's teh difference, I think. What do you think? Thank you very much for you questions!
Blub
I am sad, too. Can't you understand that two people who meet do meet in the same way two people meet who meet under different circumstances. My interets to go there is to take pictures and to learn. And later on to teach. Teach tolerance and open views into a world behind a stage that offers us fake pictures of it all the time and that builds our perception and builds social structures. Prostitutes are bad? The issue is delicate? I don't think so. I don't know what you wanna say what you wanna know. I just write what I saw and experienced..deeper experience cannot be written here coz I am still writing and conceptualizing all I've heard from her. Ask clearly and I can give you clear answers...the pussy-sticker-comment sounds sarcastic...and that's not fair towards a wonderful person, in fact being a slave (..as you might say)
there we are ... discussion started.
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Why should I tell about my feelings?
N I think that disscussions (as much as I appreciate them) make no sense within a few lines unter the pressure of the internet caffee timer, waves out on the beacht, school and work and and...
I just can tell you that I all is not like it appears to eb to you. I really do not understand the problem. I am not doing any nab thing here. I meet people, make friends as far as this is possible under my nd those peoples "environmental" conditions. And a little sensationalism telling about what I SEE should be allowed. Because my purpose is communication about these people. Visually and through text. But I am on the very beginning. So don't expect too much. And maybe my feelings are reserved for myself and the people concerned with it.
Why you call yourself a peasant?
You think I think of yours as such?
Few things more:
I am not hurt.
Why tickle me. This all is not easy for me (that about my feelings), being tickeled doesn't make it easier at all.
My purpose is experience and learning more about people, many others don't want to learn about. And then teach what I found out with my photos and texts...will be a long time until..
With her: Having had a beautiful time with a person, I like so much, staying friends and meet again, to be there for each other for limited time. Tiem which was vey good and which will be good again. Understand?
I am not a sex tourist. And also not worse. Both we knew from the beginning that our life is so different that we can just spend a week togehther. That was finally difficult for the girl and for me not easy too. But I knew already and am already used to transit life. The girl too. Jetset between Thailand and Singapore work "work". No real friends. So why not be real friends???
I take no oen nowhere. At least as far as I can make plans. Why should I. Did I tell I am in love so much that I want a marriage??
You are interperting too much! Maybe that's why you don't understand why I don't talk about feelings, just tell about things. Why not?? Read it or leave it.
Okay, thank you for your interest. I hope you can see that all this is no bad thing. I don't know if you can. You can focus on other things, of course, but but remember, focussing too much leaves out details...
....finding out about those social structures on the verge of society I made teh experience that one must make oneself free of the normal thnking, of norms and values and must accept that everything works in a differnet way, must stop interpreting and must accept a long process of latent unterstanding...
I cannot say more about this, I am confused too and currently try to bring a system into my experience last week, into mt feelings, into my findings, into what I saw, heard and felt.
Hugs, Chris
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