PeterUK
July 11th, 2006, 23:15
Recently I was in a songtaew going along Beach Road. The other occupants were another middle-aged (ahem) male farang and two Thai women who were clearly 'of the second category' as the Pattaya Mail likes to refer to them. One of the women was sturdily-built and busty and sat there with her scantily-clad legs spread; she exuded whatever the female equivalent of testosterone is. With a big cheeky grin on her face she was engaging the other farang in sexually explicit banter. He was playing his part with a good grace. I, on the other hand, was sitting there all prim and proper, occasionally looking daggers at the above-mentioned temptress. Soon the women got off. The temptress said a cheerful goodbye to the other farang; as she passed me she pushed her face close to mine and, with a hint of venom, said, 'Goodbye, OLD man.' I think she had more than my chronological age in mind.
I do seem to have problems with female Thai hookers. I don't know how many of you are familiar with Soi 6, otherwise known as Soi Yodsak. It lies just beyond Central Road and is lined with a neon blaze of girlie bars; it has a couple of ladyboy bars too, these ones aimed at straights. Last year I had occasion to go there often because one of its bars had the best coverage of the Ashes cricket series. At the mouth of the soi I would consciously steel myself to face the imminent barrage of screeched 'hello, welcomes'. As I advanced down the soi, bespangled arms would shoot out to grab me, while cunning little vixens would wander in front of me to block my path. Sometimes I had to suppress an urge to flatten them with a right hook. How much harsher and more aggressive Thai women in this profession are than their male equivalents. Fancy waking up in the morning next to one of these harpies. It was with a palpable sense of relief that I would reach my bar and the soothing TV images of a game of cricket in progress.
I'm not completely sure why I, a mild-mannered person by nature, become a tangle of rising fury and violent impulses in the presence of female Thai hookers. I'm certainly not proud of such feelings. In general, I wouldn't call myself a misogynist. In England some of my best friends (as they say) are women and I have a good female Thai friend in Pattaya. The problems seem to start when I get that appraising, come-on look. How dare they assume I'm available, I think to myself. Needless to say, if a young man, even a plain-looking one, gives me such a look I am much more tolerantly disposed. No doubt this is the core of the matter. The answer to my behaviour lies somewhere in that pit of snakes that is everyone's sexuality, in my case a gay sexuality. No prizes for guessing that there's probably an element of fear tucked away in my reactions. Yet some gays, of course, get on very well with female hookers, so there is nothing inevitable about all this.
I don't need anyone to point out how politically incorrect my feelings are. That's the least interesting aspect of the whole business as far as I'm concerned. But I would be interested to hear how some others here get on with these female Thai hookers. Are you light, humorous and joyful in their presence or, like me, do you seethe and think, 'Phew, glad to be gay.'
I do seem to have problems with female Thai hookers. I don't know how many of you are familiar with Soi 6, otherwise known as Soi Yodsak. It lies just beyond Central Road and is lined with a neon blaze of girlie bars; it has a couple of ladyboy bars too, these ones aimed at straights. Last year I had occasion to go there often because one of its bars had the best coverage of the Ashes cricket series. At the mouth of the soi I would consciously steel myself to face the imminent barrage of screeched 'hello, welcomes'. As I advanced down the soi, bespangled arms would shoot out to grab me, while cunning little vixens would wander in front of me to block my path. Sometimes I had to suppress an urge to flatten them with a right hook. How much harsher and more aggressive Thai women in this profession are than their male equivalents. Fancy waking up in the morning next to one of these harpies. It was with a palpable sense of relief that I would reach my bar and the soothing TV images of a game of cricket in progress.
I'm not completely sure why I, a mild-mannered person by nature, become a tangle of rising fury and violent impulses in the presence of female Thai hookers. I'm certainly not proud of such feelings. In general, I wouldn't call myself a misogynist. In England some of my best friends (as they say) are women and I have a good female Thai friend in Pattaya. The problems seem to start when I get that appraising, come-on look. How dare they assume I'm available, I think to myself. Needless to say, if a young man, even a plain-looking one, gives me such a look I am much more tolerantly disposed. No doubt this is the core of the matter. The answer to my behaviour lies somewhere in that pit of snakes that is everyone's sexuality, in my case a gay sexuality. No prizes for guessing that there's probably an element of fear tucked away in my reactions. Yet some gays, of course, get on very well with female hookers, so there is nothing inevitable about all this.
I don't need anyone to point out how politically incorrect my feelings are. That's the least interesting aspect of the whole business as far as I'm concerned. But I would be interested to hear how some others here get on with these female Thai hookers. Are you light, humorous and joyful in their presence or, like me, do you seethe and think, 'Phew, glad to be gay.'