What is all this child crap reported by Bangkok Post etc?
looks like this thread is being quoted by the bangkok post [url]http://www.bangkokpost.com/perspective/27aug2006_pers001.php[/url] and of course it as usual relates all sex tourism to child prostitution which is insane unless things have drastically changed since i was there and did extensive reports at
[url]http://www.sexwork.com/thailand/contents.html[/url]
someone needs do clue these editors in that i assume all here abhore child prostitution but it is just a lie to try to imply that is the purpose of guys going to thailand! maybe the editor will read this since he has read this thread and quoted from it.
most of the u.s. press is reporting how prostitution is illegal in thailand but the police are corrupt and ignore it. again total lies by the ignorant press it seems to me.
where are all these children? a national news show had an undercover reporter go into what looked like nana plaza strip clubs (forget the name) and interview a women offerring him a 15 yr old girl! is this possible with the extreme penalties for ****d at entertainment places.
or what is going on?
the media also seems to have no clue about the legal situation in thailand. correct me if i am wrong but....
prevention and suppression of prostitution act, b.e. 2539 (1996) passed due to western morality pressure making prostitution illegal but it did not revoke the the entertainment places act of 1966 that exempts special services at entertainment places which is all the gogo bars, massages places etc where westerners usually go. they protected the vast amount of income going to adult women to help support their children, their parents and grandparents often in poverty in rural thailand by making the vast consenting adult "prostitution" businesses open to foreign visitors legally bringing in millions of dollars/baht to support usually impoverished women and their children.
as a western visitor the child thing is totally mind blowing to me. with severe penalties for owners of entertainment places to hire and when i was there didn't see any children as far as i know. i was active on many thai sex tourist boards and i never read a word about anyone seeking ****d girls . many guys wanted to be sure to avoid accidentally being picked up by one. the advice is to avoid the street or beach gals that solicit you and stay with the entertainment places where the owners risk prison and huge fines if they hire anyone ****d.
it is not surprising that the "corrupt" thai police don't go out busting the local usually rural thai brothels which few foreigners would ever find. why enforce a law forced on a culture by outside moralists against what has for centuries been a normal part of thai culture just to please another foreign culture that has no business imposing its morality on the thai people.
but most news reports are tying sex tourists 99% i bet have never seen a local brothel as the issue.
another interesting report:
thailand child prostitution and trafficking - international justice mission (ijm) - bill gates support
first the ijm said they were combating child prostitution. when it became apparent to everyone that child prostitutes are quite rare, they jumped on this trafficking bandwagon. once it becomes obvious that sex slaves are even less common than child prostitutes, what will be their next excuse to get grant money from the us government?
the girls unfurl a banner with a photo of burmese sex workers being abducted from thai brothels to illustrate that one of the organizations (the international justice mission, or ijm) bill and melinda have aligned themselves with is bad news. khartini slamah, a malaysian transsexual activist, elbows past the press and says, "you're dumping your money in the wrong place" upon which bill and melinda are whooshed away, all in under two minutes.
to be fair, the gates have given money to some awesome sex-worker organizations in india, but the ijm is described by andrew hunter from the asian pacific network of sex workers as "rabidly fundamentalist." he talks about the "rescue and repatriation" tactics of the ijm. after kidnapping sex workers with the help of the local constabulary, they incarcerate them, then force them back to their native countries, one of which is burma, a military state that a lot of women leave expressly because it's a military state. sometimes they just plop the women somewhere halfway and they are left with the dangerous and expensive task of returning themselves. this is all done under the auspices of anti-trafficking (oddly, using the same methods as traffickers), though many of these sex workers are not trafficked.
source: woodhullfoundation mailing list
another upsetting issue is that the bush administration early in 2006 passed the first federal law that deals with prostitution other than the mann act. it gives millions of dollars to combat "trafficking" which includes consenting adult private sexuality. if forced upon the women then it is "extreme trafficking" but the doj with grants to local police is going after private consenting adults - which is legal in almost all the world except the u.s. (as it is in thailand for special services from entertainment places) and charging husbands for example of a gal (aussie amber) with federal felonies just for helping his wife set up appts under the new "trafficking law" that is how sick and out of control the bush admin is in the u.s. and there are attempts now to go after u.s. citizens going to other countries to charge with felonies even if its totally legal in the country they visit such as in thailand, canada, and most of the world.
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Nana Car Park: A Lot of Sex - Part 1
[b]this fr is based on a late-night excursion in january, 2006. i'm dividing it into parts to make it easier to read.[/b]
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an odd set of circumstances put me in a cab at 1.30 a.m. on a monday morning, heading down sukhumvit road to the parking lot of the nana hotel. about seven hours earlier i had stretched out on my comfortable bed at the town lodge hotel and turned on the tv to catch up with what was happening in the world. however, the effects of jet lag and two days of heavy partying bkk style caught up with me and i drifted off into much needed sleep.
normally, i set things up for l/t companionship ahead of arriving in los, but fate had conspired against me this time. my long-time favorite, gina, had recently quit the eden club and was doing escort. she said via email that a customer was taking her traveling for several weeks, so she was already booked except for one night of my bkk stay. she'd also emailed me she'd taken back her previous working name, gaow (aka mistress gaow) and i had been tempted to greet her with a hearty "how now, brown gaow!" when i met up with her at glow on the previous saturday night, but i kept that quip to myself. we had a tremendous session and a lot of fun reminiscing about old times, but i wouldn't be able to see her beyond that night. ([b]note:[/b]gina recently returned to the eden club.)
i could also only get one night with another of my eden favorites because she was going "on holiday," so i had to think of alternatives. my plan for the evening had been to spend a few hours in toxic at the tl and possibly barfine one of the very attractive young ladies had the chemistry proved right. a visit to the eden club and making new acquaintances there was my back-up plan. but by 1.00 a.m., both toxic and eden were closed, so i showered quickly and set out for that never-fail option, the nana hotel.
if lower sukhumvit road is the mecca of mongering, then the parking lot of the nana hotel is the kaaba, the holiest of holies, the place to which every true monger is bound to make a pilgrimage once in his lifetime. i prefer to do my hobbying under more organized circumstances and have never actually taken a lady from the nana car park itself. but it's always an entertaining place to visit, sort of people watching gone bizarre. it's the entire thailand p4p experience - the good and the bad - stripped of any pretense and reduced to its barest.
traffic was thick on sukhumvit road and i jumped out of the cab about even with the landmark hotel. i immediately encountered three totally sloshed young men, two of whom were supporting the third. they didn't look old enough to have been legally served at any bar in europe or north america, but obviously hadn't met with such problems in bkk. the least intoxicated of the trio asked me where sukhumvit road was. i stood well clear of them, as the semi-comatose one looked like he'd projectile vomit at any second. tender thai temptresses, not tipsy teenage tossers, were my concern, so i pointed them in the direction from which i'd just come and moved past them. they were in any case beyond comprehending the spoken word and stumbled off in a drunkard's version of a three-legged race.
i hadn't even gotten to the corner of soi 4 and already the sidewalk was packed with punters and providers. the night was very humid and the air was still. the essence of wet pussy - well lubricated of course - is so palpable over the lower suk that it almost sticks to your skin. hundreds are buying, hundreds are selling, and everything for blocks around is driven by that simple equation.
as i turn into soi 4, i see an elephant in the street about level with the entrance to nana car park. a drunk middle-aged farang, jumbo-sized himself, is trying to hug the elephant around the neck while his buddies take pictures. that's pretty standard los tourist fare, but then he begins to nuzzle and lick the elephant's ear, an image i could have lived without. i dodge taxis and tuk-tuks to cross the street to avoid a closer encounter. i was a bit afraid that one night the noise and confusion would become too much for the poor beast and it would lash out at anyone nearby. with its size and weight, it could do considerable damage should it get out of control. i'm talking about the farang now - the elephant was enduring the whole thing with buddha-like calm.
the street and sidewalks, as well as the bars dotting soi 4, are jammed with people. young, old, thai, farang, beautiful, hideous, drunk, sober and drugged, the standard los mix. i fend off the three or four lady boys lined up beside the entrance to the car park. girls are standing shoulder to shoulder on the steps of golden bar outside the hotel, but the scene in the lot is thinner. some very attractive ladies are plying their trade, obviously nep bar girls who haven't hooked up earlier or are back for another round. at that point i'm feeling more peckish than peckerish, so i passed up all the inviting looks and "hello, sir" greetings. i stepped into the nana coffee shop for a bite to eat and a few minutes of relief from the heat, pollution and intensity of the scene outside.
but before sitting down, i checked out the lobby area. like on earlier occasions, i noticed several quite elderly gentlemen sitting on the sofas near the reception desk. i've often wanted to talk with these patriarchs of the punter tribe, but can never figure out a way to strike up a conversation. i also have mixed feelings every time i see them. if i make it to 80 years of age - an outside chance at best - i certainly hope i have somewhere better to be at 2.00 a.m. in the morning than the lobby of the nana hotel. on the other hand, it sure the hell beats 9.00 p.m. mandatory bedtime at a retirement home in miami or on long island. so all power to you, gentlemen, and a very respectful tip of the evil pen.
i went back to the coffee shop and took a seat at a table by the window from which i can watch the merry goings-on outside. a few indian guys were more or chasing girls up and down the lot. they weren't having much luck - the girls were all moving away as fast as they could - but the guys were nevertheless smiling and appeared to be enjoying themselves. in the nightly pussy pursuit along the suk, the indian punters are pretty much naan-starters.
i did hear of one tg who became enamored of a good-looking, wealthy young indian man and wanted to marry him, but didn't like performing oral sex on him because his hygiene was so poor. from his side, he wouldn't consider a long-term relationship, much less marriage, if it didn't include blowjobs. the tg realized how difficult it would be to have her kaek and eat it too.
but the indian guys and the methuselahs of mongering in the lobby weren't the only nana examples of hope beating eternal in the human breast. a young spinner bg, dressed in a belly shirt and shorts, suddenly appeared directly outside the window where i was sitting, surveyed the lot, then sat on the curb. she proceeded to pull from her handbag a pair of glasses with the biggest and thickest lenses i've ever seen and began reading a book. the illustration on the cover indicated it was a romance novel of some kind. the parking lot at nana has to be one of the least romantic places in thailand, if not the world, but here she was, seeking at least a few moments of escape from the bump and grind of the nep life. no doubt a farang, probably twice her age and three times her weight, would soon be contracting for her services, but until then, she could dream of a love affair the likes of which she'd never experience for real.
on that depressing note, i finished my plate of noodles, called my check and settled my bill. when i looked out the window again, the spinner was gone. as i was taking the last sips of my beer, i noticed one those guys who give mongers a bad name, which takes a bit of doing in the nana car park. he was caucasian, but i have no idea where he was from.
he approached the girls as though he were judging cattle at a state fair. he looked them over from tip to toe, his eyes lingering on their breasts and groins. he felt the girls' asses to see if they were firm enough and tried to lift their blouses, apparently in search of stretch marks. i couldn't hear anything that was going on, but i imagined he wasn't offering to pay generously. most agreements are reached quickly in the nana lot, but this guy was talking at length with the girls one by one and they would, in turn, all shake their heads “no.”
it was obvious the girls, especially the cuter ones towards the center of the lot, were peeved by this jerk's behavior. i'm sure he thought he was being very clever and was determined not to be cheated by any bg, but he came across as the worst kind of fool. behavior that's appropriate inside a go go bar isn't acceptable outside when dozens of people are watching. i kept hoping one of the girls would slap him, but that's not their way. they just backed off and kept him at bay with words or gestures.
i decided to exit nana and look elsewhere for after-hours action - it's not hard to find girls on the lower suk anytime after 8.00 p.m. until at least 6.00 a.m. while the focus of activity remains the nana car park and outlying beer bars, the wee-hours commerce in **** spills over with a vengeance all up and down sukhumvit road between soi 1 and soi 33. bangkok is often likened to a sexual theme park, with rides and attractions for everyone. the budget-minded as well as the big spenders can find something to suit their tastes. street vendors and fold-up sidewalk eateries do a roaring business, but it's the sale of tail that holds the whole thing together.
[center][b]part 2 to follow[/b] [/center]
