BANGFUCKINGCOCK!! NIGHT: 3. Oh Dear, God!
Tonight: seriously, viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised. If you really know me, I’m prone to do wild things—I’ve never experienced something quite like this before. If you so happen to come across this blog, it is strongly advised that you skip this post.
This has got to be the most exciting/harassing/twisted/depressing post I’m going to make about my trip in Thailand so far—you’ll see why in a second.
I’m not going to go in chronlogical order like I usually do, because I want to keep the memories fresh—yes, they are fresh alright.
Tonight, 9pm, me and Kyle headed to Dreamboy (please, google it, if you are EXTREMELY bored. Silom soi… (?)). It’s pretty much another gay strip club like I described on my first night in Bangkok. This… was a lot… more graphic, more penises, more… well, there was sex involved—yep, sex. Want to keep reading? Go ahead, things are going to get pretty graphic up in here.
First off, me and Kyle headed up the stairs to a room, where we sat front row RIGHT IN front of the stage. Yes, we can see the ‘Dreamboys’ lining up in front of us, with only whitey tighties, and blackey tighties—they’re half naked this time—GASP!! Yeah, I know…quite different from Jupiter.
There were several shows tonight. Oh, god. Oh , shit, I don’t even want to go into detail. I did a LOT of cussing tonight; a lot. I haven’t cussed at all here in Thailand, except for that one mud accident, but…no. tonight, it was just too much. I REALLY wish I do not turn lesbian at this point—actually, it’s not going to happen anytime soon :).
1st show: hip hop dancing—stripping dancing occurred. And, penises were pulled out. Yep. There was a cowboy and a ghetto person dancing together.
2nd show: lady-boys take the stage. They came out in typical sexy woman lingerie. The ending act: they showed their penises… I didn’t know whether it was appropriate to hurl or not, because I was going to die. Want to keep reading? Let’s go.
3rd show: 3 men were showering, with body wash all over. Portions of their ‘head’ were showing. And yes, they were in thongs. Eventually, the thongs came off. Yep, let’s keep going. Oh, blow jobs, hand jobs were given. At least I learned how to give a blow job and hand job right? Johnny Chen?????
4th show: a couple of ‘Dreamboys,’ out of auction I suppose, had sex. On stage. Yep, yep. I’m…. I was speechless.
I started getting used to the whole gay scene—how was I not supposed to? It’s right in front of my fucking face—I accepted, and had fun while at it :).
-CAN I JUST SAY: there were a couple of gay Malaysians sitting right across from me, who were so loud… the ‘Dreamboys’ and lady-boys messed with them a lot, which was a good thing, because they were annoying.
5th show: a couple of ‘Dreamboys’ came out, without their whitey/blackey tighties on. Yes, they were naked, and they went around the stage to show the… ‘buyers’ their crowned jewels. Um, if you really know me, you’ll know this is a first. I touched 2 different fucking penises. Touched one multiple times. Oh, dear, god. Oh, god… the whole time I was thinking, IS HE WEARING A CONDOM?? WILL I GET AN STD ON MY HAND????? Yes, he/they were wearing a condom—thank god, thank god x100. Chatroulette got nothing on this strip club.
6th show: lady-boys came on stage again. They dragged two audience members—from the annoying gay Malaysian group. It was a comedy act—I found it disturbing, really disturbing, but I still laughed, which is fine I suppose.
7th show: some ‘Dreamboys’ came out again (I HATED/LOVED SITTING FRONT ROW); yes, they were naked, and pretty much the same people from the 5th show. Touched a couple of penises again. Oh, I am so apathetic/indifferent at this point. It was a really nice show actually. They had body paint (?) that glowed in the dark, with blacklights, and they moved their body in a really artsy way. I really liked it.
I was wearing a white top, and black shorts today—I shined like a person who didn’t belong there anyways. GUH-REATTT. I know, right?
8th show: I think people had sex again…but I don’t quite remember.
If we wanted to continue watching shows, or we wanted to ‘buy’ an ‘escort’ for the night, with our drinks in hand, we could go downstairs, no charge. We, of course, went downstairs.
Whitey tighties: upstair boys. Blackey tighties: downstair/coyote boys.
We sat second row again… still… too close. Oh, this is where the ‘fun’ part comes in. I got felt up so many times… I lost count. Like, yeah. Gay strip club? No, it was a straight stripper’s/prostitute’s heaven. I was pretty much the only chick in there out of at least 50 gay guys (maybe straight), and there were a couple of chicks too.
The ‘Dreamboys’ made their round again. I recognize pretty much all the faces that I like/we made eye contact with. Did I mention, no. 37, he kept staring at me from the very beginning when we were upstairs. I think he really wanted me to buy him. There were a LOT of guys who wanted me to buy him as an escort… I looked like shit tonight, wtf are they thinking????
They (Dreamboys) were cute-which makes me sad. Sex, crime, and corruption in South East Asia—I’m here to make an A+; get ready UNC-CH.
Each guy I recognized would stand in front of me, smile, and, it was just really really cute. I loved the attention, but the whole time I’m thinking, the only reason they’re doing this…is because they’re there for the money, and so they are a pro at seducing ANY type of person, be they gay, straight, or bi. AHHHH, makes me extremely dissapointed—if I asked a worker if one of the ‘Dreamboys’ were gay or straight, they’d tell you what you like to hear; they would just make out/have sex/do whatever you want to them, just for the money. This is what I personally think…will go into detail later :(.
What show am I on ?: Some ‘Dreamboys’ were dancing to really high music—it was legit
Show no. 100: penises out in the open for display, again. There were several guys I made eye contact with and smiled—-fuck. Thank you, no. 5, and no. 15. You ‘made’ my night…into semi-hell.
Did I mention, during this whole time downstairs, if I wasn’t getting felt up by a worker, I would get felt up by one of the ‘Dreamboys?’ I was pretty popular tonight—really, seriously. I don’t understand. Apparently, a lot of guys want to fuck me. They gay? They straight? Do I look that rich?
Tonight was extremely expensive. At least 560baht per person. And, I didn’t take anyone home with me tonight—haha. ‘Chang man tou;’ I accept. It was worth the experience. But tomorrow night, I’m heading to a straight club… with… I suppose more ‘normal,’ or what I consider, people.
The show pretty much ended, and everyone headed out. While still in the club, I made eye contact with no. 16. We were looking at each other on stage; and he was really intense. But, when we were all about to leave the club, he stared at me again… but he was escorting a man tonight… I felt horrible, not because I didn’t ‘buy’ him, because… I don’t know how to describe the feeling. [I have a soft spot in my heart…I know a lot of people think I’m a bitch, but if I see someone less helpless than I am (beggars, children on the street, people I consider need more help than anyone else), I will try in some way or another help them out).
I think it was no. 42 that I saw outside the club. Oh, god, he was so cute. I thought (maybe he is, I’ll never know) he was gay; but he was like ‘why didn’t you pick me?’ ‘Aren’t you gay?’ ‘No!! I’m a real man!!’ Oh, I would totally pick you if 1. I wasn’t a virgin. 2. I have really no morals. 3. If I was a billionaire.
No. 15, and no. 5 kept following me, and wanted to fuck me pretty much. They followed me and Kyle for a while… until they reached their motorcycles and left.
Did mention how no. 15 carried me and dry humped me? That was really fun, and hilarious, not going to lie.
NOW… IT’S 2.22AM!!! And, I’m dead tired. But I’m going to post my DAY today :). Hope you guys enjoy the PG version.