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Ah, yes. The HIV thing! I wish I had a dollar for every time a Japanese would tell my that HIV was a disease that only foreigners got and besides, there were no gay people in Japan. They'd never wandered around the back streets of Ueno at night or walked past the gay sauna in Takadanobaba, let alone wandered through Shinjuku ni-chome. It wasn't long before doors started closing firmly, but always politely, in my face. In those days I belonged to a couple of private clubs. Everyone knew me and that I was a resident, not some disease-ridden tourist, so things didn't change. I was still welcomed with open arms (and legs) whenever I walked through the door. But the ticket seller at my favourite gay cinema - a guy I'd spoken to hundreds of times - suddenly became distant (literally, as he would lean back in his chair when I was at the window of the ticket booth!) and no longer had time to chat to me. But knowing Japan so well, I never took offense.

I grew up on the Japanese version of Italian food. On my trip to Italy I was really looking forward to trying the real thing. I was very disappointed as the food was quite bland compared to the Japanese-style. My Italian "friend" here told me the originsl delicious food can be found only in the home, and preferably cooked by nonna. Next time I go to Italy I think I'll take my own Dolmio sauce! BTW, the Japanese Western-style food (called 'youshoku') is better than anything else I've eaten in any Western country, including France. Their beef stew is to die for!

Vinapu wrote: "As for the dish, that's the beauty of it, with few ingredients which can be mixed in different proportions and meat which can be added cooked or fried there's possibility of multitude of variations." I've always been happy to follow Vinapu's recommendations - the Classroom hotel in Pattaya, the Raya in Silom - but am reluctant to try the chicken and cashew dish. I find stir-fry dishes in Asia use way too much oil. I once went to the Central Festival foodhall in Pattaya where you can watch them cooking your meal. I saw the chef pour a huge ladle of what I thought was water into the wok. When I sat down to eat it, it turned out to be oil! The food was literalky swimming in it. Yuk!! I learnt how to say "just a little oil" in Thai and they were quite happy to accommodate me, but it was still too much for me. When I used to cook at home - I eat out these days - I used a little water instead of oil to stir -fry. One of my favourite Chinese dishes is fried rice; well, it used to be until I saw how it was made. Never again!

I think Screwboys in Soi Twilight was the first gay bar I visited in Bangkok. A tout approached me in Patpong market and took me there - for a fee, of course. I still have very vivid memories of a handsome young guy in white briefs coming towards me, clutching his junk. And there was a fuck show happening right in front of my eyes. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! I wonder what they charged for drinks back then? Anyone remember? I think I gave the tout 200 baht.

I grew up in Japan at a time when everyone wanted to have sex with a foreigner - not a relationship or even a friendship, just sex. No matter where I went, I was the centre of attention and it did wonders for the self -esteem! I was pounced upon as soon as I walked into the gay cinemas and I actually had guys fighting to get to me. I was touched up on the crowded train virtually every day and if I was able to figure out who was "molesting" me and I found him attractive, we'd often get off at the next station and go back to his place for sex. My cock was getting a real workout, morning, non and night. Then everything changed. The Japanese appeared to lose their inferiority complex vis-a-vis foreigners and started looking at each other. The days of standing back and waiting for the hordes to go straight for my cock were over. Sure, I still got more sex than I could poke a stick at, so to speak, and I still got touched up in the train but it wasn't the same. How I miss those days!

Might that have been Holiday 2? It was diagonally opposite Nice Boys and was previously known as Butt Boys.

I stayed at the Elephant Plaza Hotel - later called the Don Plaza - numerous times during the years Sunee was up and running. It was perfectly situated, just a minute or two from my favourite haunts - Krazy Dragon, Goodboys, All of Me and Eros. (Sigh) It was very basic, but the room was large and the ladyboy cleaner did an excellent job. I just made sure I kept well away from the pink sofa, held together as it was by years of cum! Back in April I walked past the Marina. It didn't look very inviting at all. With only 2 bars left, there is no incentive for anyone to open a hotel there.

A numbet of years ago a member of this forum wrote about a massage guy in Pattaya who was recruited to go and work in a middle eastern country. He found conditions unbeartable but was trapped there - apparently, his boss had confiscated his passport and was demanding payment before he would allow the guy to leave. If I recall correctly, the member paid for his return to Thailand. Around the same time, a guy in Pattaya who I knew very well - he was a gogo boy in Neal's old Bar, then moved to BBB and finally ended up doing massage at Copa - told me he was considering going to the middle east. His parents were pressuring him to go. I did my best to warn him of the possible dangers and suggested he do his research carefully before committing to going. On my next visit to Pattaya I was relieved to find him still working at Copa.

If I wanted someone who looks like a female, I'd go to the girlie bars on Walking Street. Thankfully, I don't.

No. I spoke to the bottom who performs in the fuck show at xboys in Pattaya. He was sitting outside having a cigarette at the time. I asked him how on earth he was able to take such a huge cock and he said "poppers."

After being a top all my life I decided to become a bottom about a decade ago. I did so not because I couldn't get it up, but because I had always thought I had been missing out on something - afterall, the guys I was fucking were obviously enjoying the experience. I wanted to know why. I found the whole idea a little daunting, but took the advice of a friend on one of the forums and practised every day with a dildo, starting with a small one and then gradually increasing the size. I had my first experience as a bottom in a sauna in Japan. I found the sensation weird, but in a good way. On a subsequent trip to Thailand I find myself completely liberated when dealing with the guys. No more worrying if the guy would bottom for me - if he wouldn't, then I would. The will he/won't he dilemma disappeared and I could choose any guy I liked the look of. I then took my ass up to Chiang Mai to test it out with the hung hunks at Adams Apple. It passed with flying colours - I was able to "accommodate" some very large appendages. Now, if I'm going to bottom, I want a big cock to service me. And of course, the more I bottomed the easier it was to take a cock without any pain. But if I go without bottoming for any significant period of time, it can be a little painful for the first few times until I get back into it. (Actually, until he gets back into it!) Back in April I had to take myself to hospital in Bangkok and see a urologist, who diagnosed me with an enlarged prostate. He put me on a drug called tamsulosin. Suddenly I find myself waking up with a hard-on in the middle of the night. My erections now are stronger and last much longer. This comes as no surprise as the doctor told me that tadalafil - the ED drug - is also used in the treatment for an enlarged prostate. Talk about killing 2 birds with 1 stone!

Definitely. It explains the popularity of host clubs for women. It's not really about sex per se; it's women paying for the attention they do not get from their husband's at home. Most of the time it's just innocent fun for those women lucky enough to be able to afford the exorbitant prices these clubs charge for alcohol, companionship and often a shoulder to cry on. Sex for men in Japan is largely commercial. Huge areas of Tokyo and other cities turn into brothels after 6 pm.

PeterRS wrote: "All Japan rail passes at US$225 for 7 days or $359 for 14 days are great value (and include many of the bullet trains) if you can plan some of your trip in advance." You'd better be quick. Prices for the rail passes are doubling in October, making them uneconomical.

Grab a guy from Danshi Gakuen or the like, grab some take-away from from the Basement (B1 or 'depachika' as it's called in Japanese) of any department store, grab some alcohol and then grab a train and head out of Tokyo to some of the less touristy places, grab a spot under a sakura tree and enjoy your own private 'hanami' (cherry blossom viewing) party. Japanese love to travel, especially in Japan itself, so a trip with a guy, even outside of cherry blossom season, would be extra special. Given how ridiculously cheap Japan is, you could enjoy great meals together. You could even take him on a shopping spree and not break the bank. I've just returned from 3 weeks in Japan and it's been a while since I was there this time of the year. I'd forgotten how beautiful the flowers were in the gardens and around the temples and shrines.

Hard as it may be to believe, in actual fact I have very little experience in these type of places - my fun took place in private clubs in Ueno. I got back from Japan yesterday - I was in Tokyo and had I seen your post in time I would have dropped by the establishment and asked. But to me, NA basically means forget about it - he doesn't do it.

He has passed away.

I dropped into the store in Shinjuku this morning. I got out of the elevator on the 3rd floor and was confronted with this display right in front of me. The second pic says it's time to get your first tenga when you turn 18 (a bit late!) I doubt such a display could be found at the Silom Donki, given the Thai government's reluctance to allow the sale of sex toys.

I saw that back in April. The ones in Japan all sell tenga wanking toys. I wonder if they are being sold in this store.

I slept through the coronation. That doesn't mean it didn't happen.

I'm off to Japan next week and I'll be joining all the locals and wearing a mask indoors, even though the mask mandate has been lifted. When I was there in Dec/Jan the mandate was still in place and everyone wore a mask, apart from quite a few tourists who refused, despite being asked to do so. I wore a mask in Thailand last month every time I got into the elevator or caught the train. I didn't bother outside. I'll continue to wear a mask because at my age Covid can be dangerous. Also, I know of many people here who are experiencing long Covid and I think that would be worse than Covid itself, which can usually be treated with anti-virals. One friend has a persistent cough after recovering over 6 months ago; another suffers from chronic fatigue and is unable to socialise with us.

My friend from Nature Boy told me the Queen Club would be opening this month.

I don't know about that carpet. I spent most of my time looking at the ceiling.

I stayed at the Tarntawan for a week last month before changing to the Raya. (after reading Vinapu's recommendation) I didn't think it had been in any way refurbished - it seemed a little tired, that's all. I like the way they hold the visitors' ID cards. Also, the staff is very friendly and they still remembered me! The Raya was so much nicer. Everything there is new and the room is big. If you meet your guy downstairs you can go straight up to your room without having to go past the reception. As I've known the guy I was with every night for a number of years, I didn't need him to register with reception, but if I were offing a new guy I would want him to be registered.

The true answer is probably as short a time as they can get away with.

When I was in Bangkok in April only the guys in Hotmale were in jeans / long pants.