The Bangkok Virgin Report

Its been a while, huh? But, I’ve been busy re-focusing myself. Now that I’m feeling less depressed, let’s dive in the issue of being re-virginized (yes I just invented a new word).

The trip to Bangkok being my first was full of awe and wonder. I loved the city! The people are friendly & the men were hot. If that wasn’t not enough, the food was fabulous…

I did most of the things on my list except for the dinner cruise because the rest didn’t fancy doing touristy stuff. HMPH! The dinner boats were all brightly lit with flashy lights! Imagine cruising down the river whiles gorging on green curry (personal favorite) and other Thai delicacies? Really, what else could an attention whoring gay man want?

I didn’t manage to visit Wat Arun at dawn but better than that, I saw it in the rain. Why is this good? Simply because there weren’t that many other tourists about. Tranquility I tell ya, tranquility. There is nothing like walking through a silent temple for inner peace.

Quite the opposite, Chatuchak was superbly crammed with people and cool stuff. With 15 000 stalls, or so I’m told, I almost went crazy. I bought some cool t-shirts, souvenirs & flip flops. I love flip flops, beach thongs, slippers or what ever else you want to call them. My favourite purchase was a T-shirt which reads “I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SAYING”. Simply because when drunk at the clubs, I find myself using this phrase all too often.

Speaking of clubs, DJ Station was even more crammed than Chatuchak. The music was a bit dated but nice, the boys were hot the drinks were cheap. The only thing that would have made it perfect would have been some space. Dancing PROPERLY was near impossible. But I supposed that’s the price to pay for being constantly pressed against hot Thai meat.

Surprisingly, Babylon wasn’t as full of Thai meat as I thought it would be. There were more foreigners than locals. I did have a lil action but more frustrating than not because it didn’t feel right. Instead, I chatted up the men & set by the pool sipping Coke Lite. I learnt about Buddhism, ghosts & what goes into green curry.

Then there were the disproportionally well hung Go Go Boys, Paragon, my fab jeans, foot massages & backpackers. I’d like to warn all hot steamy backpackers of gay men with cameras, simply because we can’t help ourselves.

And that’s the Bangkok Virgin’s report. The next time I see the city, I will no longer be chaste.

There were supposed to be some nice pics to accompany the text but somethings wrong with blogspot or my pc. Another day, la.