A long way from Kitty Land....
Trip Start May 08, 2005
45Trip End Aug 16, 2005
However, if the appetite runs more towards exploring the lurid, acrid, adult-oriented, pussy, ping-pong side of Bangkok, a cultural anthropologist may be a more appropriate companion.
Oh! They have a swimming pool? We need to check this one out!
We are staying with a friend of Allison's, Asya, a PhD student in anthropology who is studying the behavior of ex-patriot populations in relation to sexual economy
Asya and I toured Allison around some of Bangkok's numerous tourist attractions. The Erawan Shrine, Wat Arun, Wat Pho, Khao San Road, The MBK Shopping Center, but the real fun came after-dark.
Last year, though hundreds of street touts made sure I was aware of their availibility, I never got around to seeing one of the renowned Bangkok pussy shows. I had neither a fitting partner nor the intense, personal curiosity to go at it alone. This year, in the interest of academic research, Asya asked if we wanted to go to Patong for a show.
How could I refuse the call academia? Super Pussy Ahoy!
My god that cock-ring looks tight...
Patpong is one of the more incongruous places on earth. At night, the street is a giant bazaar with watches, soccer jerseys, t-shirts, thai silk, and general dreck, ad nauseaum. Meanwhile, the marketplace is bounded on either side by go-go bars, massage parlors, and sex shows. Backpackers, everyday tourists, muslim women draped in black piety, children, hookers and touts all combine to give the place its distinct flavor, while Bangkok's sewers provide the unmistakeable aroma
There is one bar in Patpong that cuts right to the heart of the matter. They leave little to the imagination, it presents truth in advertising at its finest...
S U P E R P U S S Y
So in we went.
Most of the women in the club were well past their prime. Only 2 or 3 of the girls were actually doing the tricks. Golf Balls. Razor Blades on a string. Smoking cigarettes. Opening bottles. Peeling bananas. And my favorite, shooting darts at ballons hung off the cieling.
Each new trick left me more slack-jawed. The talent here put the elephants to shame.
There were 8 Kathoeys hired by the bar to actually entertain the gentleman patrons. Their glamour provided a stark, alluring contrast to the rest of ladies and they brought home the fact that in Bangkok, you can trust no-one and nothing, not even your eyes.
I was kind of surprised to see the number of mixed couples in club. Backpackers & average holiday goers mixed like gawkers at a car wreck. Supper Pussy is the pinnacle of taboo amusement.
It made me question the intersection of willingness and exploitation
Dude. You had two men having gay sex in your lap!
I became more grateful for my dual, aryan, female escorts as the night progressed; they presented an easy out whenever one of the girls propositioned me for a blow job in the back of the club.
After about an hour at Super Pussy, somewhere between boredome and disgust, we figured it was time to move on. We roamed about the street bazaar until we found the end and then pondered our next move.
The anthropologist was still hungry for action. Having witnessed all that Patong had to offer, we proceeded toward uncharted waters, the Boy Soi down the street.
The touts here were more far aggressive.
Young Boys, come this way...
Live sex show over here...
One tout thrust a pamphlet into my hand depicting muscle men straight out of a village people reunion tour.
Strong men, soi 6!
We ended up at the "Classic" Boys club, home of Bangkok's only underwater show.
It was glamorous. We were greeted by men in traditional Thai outfits doing fingernail dancing and it only got wilder from there.
The curtain opened and viola, the fishbowl. Music started and one by one, the boys did flips underwater like dolphins. One of them swam sans suit and kindly dispelled the conventional wisdom about the size of asian men.
Then the gay love show started.
do i really need to go any further?
Doesn't that just about say everything right there?
I have never seen anal sex on a stage...
I don't need to see it again.
The "Pitcher", was wearing a cockring so tight, it looked as if his, uuuuhhhh, thingy, might pop-off if he wasn't careful.
None the less, these two went at it like mad. As the show progressed, they roamed around the seating area. The "catcher" would lay upon seated spectators, plying for tips, while the pitcher threw strike after strike.
I was seated on the aisle.
I didn't have time to move.
There were 2 men having gay sex on my lap.
I am a loooooong way from Kitty Land.