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He has money, they have looks. It's an ages old transaction.

I'm with Expat. They're on a tear, but it never lasts, certainly not in tech.

I think she's trying to one-up her son by being a transexual, transracial black man. Michael Jackson with a runaway fro!

I would be happy to bring those country boys back home, and teach them the ways of the city mouse!

I worked for Carly at Lucent. She is an extremely talented woman. But she was a great sales person and a great marketer, which wasn't what HP needed. HP's problems were more about execution and getting the ducks in a row. Carly was the wrong person for the problems that HP had.

I don't really care, though they should have known that in this prudish nation that others would and this wasn't going to stay a secret forever.

I have positional sleep apnea. If I don't sleep on my side, I have issues. I tried a CPAP and just couldn't do it. It was far too disturbing, though for those who can, I'm told it's really effective. If you have sleep apnea and it isn't positional, you really need to use one. Sleep apnea can cause some serious health problems.

Why is it either/or? Why can't he wear the shirt AND study?

Apparently kids in the same school were allowed to wear tshirts with bible verses on them. Pretty clear case of double standards.

I stopped posting at the other place years ago because of the nastiness of its forums. It has gotten better... but it still isn't good. I certainly wouldn't think much of what opinion those there have of me, since there are a lot of bitterness there.

You say that like being part of the eastern establishment is some kind of mark of shame. So he isn't from Tennessee. Are the rest of us really so bad that you need to paint with that brush?

I want the older Mark, in the younger body. He's mellowed with age, and doesn't say homophobic shit anymore, but man was he hot in the day. Still pretty hot...

Mostly not a lot of gay stuff in the seasons I watched, though there was an orgy scene that panned over two guys fucking as if it were nothing special.

I enjoyed the show a lot. I found the violence very comic book, and therefore not very disturbing. and HOT HOT guys.

I view lottery tickets as a license to dream with a relative short expiration date. I think it's worth it to me!

The bar scene is for the young and the beautiful. I'm neither. I don't mind having a drink with friends, or maybe going to a go-go bar once in a while, but otherwise, what's the point for someone like me? I had enough trouble picking guys up when I was young and cute, it surely hasn't gotten any better!

2 years ago, my wife woke up with a bloody lip, and reddish spots on her body. She wanted to blow it off, but I'm a doctor's kid, and I thought it wasn't right, so went to the hospital much to her annoyance. She did blood work and what not, they said it was probably nothing, and we left. A couple of hours later we got a call to come back to the hospital. They admitted her immediately, with a platlet count of 1. Normal is in the range of 150 to 400. Anything below 20 is life threatening. You can spontaneously bleed to death. She spent several days in the ICU, and the first 24 hours it dropped from 1 to 0. I listened in horror as the doctors discussed the risks of her bleeding out, and how to handle it. The first 48 hours were touch and go. Then she started to get better. The doctors told us repeatedly that this form of blood problem, once it started, was typically chronic, and would likely require removal of her spleen, and there is a chance even that wouldn't cure it. But she just got better, and that was the end of it. Inexplicable. Terrifying. Then gone. I listened to the Carmina Burana a lot after that. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Fortuna for those who don't know the translation of the original latin... It has made life all the sweeter to have come so incredibly close to death and walked away. I hope your experience is the same, and that it just goes away...

Sparkling wine. Even a cheap Cava can make me feel happy.

The MPAA is totally fucked up. People getting shot is PG-13, but ooooh nasty language. Or worse, sexuality. FUCK THEM.

I hired Purple Dragon for 4 of my days in bangkok, as much because I really wanted to see the sights. And it is always easier to navigate with a local. I thought, overall, it was worth it, and if you're uncomfortable navigating the bar scene, it might be a good way to get your feet wet. They will take you to a bar and show you the routine. That said, I have had lots better tour guides, and the bar scene isn't that complicated. I felt the guide I had was more a 'travel' coordinator. He didn't really have the indepth knowledge of the places we visited that I'd expect of a guide and his english while reasonable good, wasn't great. But then again, I wasn't paying that much for him either. Alacarte purple dragon tour guides are I think $65 a day. If you're flying all the way to bangkok, a few extra bucks to get shown around seems reasonable. The bar scene, once you find the places, is really straightforward at the go-go bars. You pay a ridiculous amount for your drinks. 280baht seems to be the going rate, so just shy of $10. But there isn't a cover. Typically a mamasan or the like will chat you up to find out who you like, what you want, etc. If you don't get a good mamasan (who could be a boy waiter, but you get my point), you might want to move bars if your sexual tastes are particular. I ignored a mamasan and while the boy was cute, he didn't deliver. Once you've picked a boy or two, you will pay a 500 baht off fee to the bar. That covers just the bar. You can then take the boy back to your hotel and fool around. At the end of that he'll expect 1500 baht. The locals claim you can do better than this, but at $50, I think it isn't worth fighting unless you've a hankering for a LOT of boys. If you ask him to stay overnight, and most don't really want to, you'll pay more. There are also Massage places, that skip the whole drinking thing, you'll pick a boy or two and the time, and pay the house their fee, and they'll tell you what the minimum tip for the boy(s) are. Again, be specific on what you want or you'll probably be disappointed. That's my .02, there are others here who know the scene even better than I do.

Am in Narita waiting my connection. Brought 5 boys back to the room last night for a huge hoopla, only to find the limit was 4. But that was still plenty! One straight top boy, a couple of twinks, and one of the waiters whose smile was so stunning I couldn't say no. Then a nap and on to the airport at 3:30 in the morning to catch a 6:00am flight. That is just not civilized at all! Thanks for all the suggestions folks. I had a fantastic time.

The puppies at the market were adorable, so I can see how you would. I was looking for a buddha statue in the 'conquering mara' positiont, but never found anything that I liked. I guess I've spent too much time in the north, so this heat is debilitating. Heard the Mayflower hotel dim sum was great, so had that for lunch today. It was good, but I've had better. Service was confused. Going to try one of the roof top dining meals for tonight. Leave tonight at 3:30 to catch a 6am flight back to portland. Will make one last wild trek through the bars tonight. Then it's a long 22 hour trip home. Thank god for frequent flier miles and first class seats!

Tong has stayed missing, who knows, but Dream boys just down the road boasts 65 boys, and I don't think they're lying! I haven't had any trouble finding something to suit! I lack Tomcal's stamina, so one an evening is enough for me. On a sadder note, Hero massage got raided, so I never got the chance to check out that recommendation. Apparently the police were shocked to find they were engaging in prostitution!? Gay Thailand boards suspect they just didn't pay their bribes on time. That and Lumphini park is now shuttered at 8pm to avoid the night time cruising, so my hopes of finding a Thai soldier boy have been dashed. The weekend Chatuchak market is insane. A complete warren of stalls that seems to go on infinitely. I became lost very quickly. If you are looking for cheap clothing, this seems to be the place, but it has a lot of different stuff. Furniture, housewares, even a pet section if you fancy a new dog or cat. After wandering around for a few hours, and feeling like I'd barely scratched the surface, I gave up to escape the heat of the day. I thought I could handle a little heat, but 95 degree days, with high humidity have taken their toll. I come back to the hotel and have to change because my clothes are soaked with sweat. Next time, I'll come back in the 'winter'.

Yeah, he was a cute chinese boy. I got one of the mamasans to make clear what I wanted, and he said he could, which I guess if you count about 4 minutes, he could, but it didn't suit me. Maybe he wanted to spend the night and score up a bit more money, if so he didn't mention it, but that could have been is disappointment when I booted him. Lucky for me that Fortuna was with me that night when I made a second cast into the sea. And on the note of brazenness, I have found over the years that coyness is a really bad idea. Escorts, bar boys, anybody you're going to pay to crawl in the sack with you ought to know exactly what you want there, if you have particular tastes (I do.). If you're like a lot of different things, I guess you don't need to be so direct, but for many of us, we don't have the time or economic freedom to just 'go with the flow' and hope we get our itch scratched.

I think you're talking about Jim Thompson's house. Rumored to be family. An american who fell in love with thailand and helped revive the Thai Silk trade. His house is lovely, and if he wasn't family, he sure had our taste! Last night after touring, Tong shows back up late. He explains that he had an accident, or maybe that his car broke down. I'm not sure, I am not that good with accents, and he's not bad with English, but... He shows me what looks like some kind of accident report with the little car sides on it to mark what happened, I guess. Whatever, he's here now and prepares to take me to the promised show. I have no idea what I'm getting into, but I'm a 'go with the flow' kinda guy when I'm traveling. You get lots more interesting experiences, I think. So he asks me if I want to take one or two of his friends from Tawan with us. I would have to pay their off fees, but I figure what the heck, a few bucks more for that, and we'll be off to dinner. So he happily calls Tam and Atuk(?), and we walk around the corner and pick them up and pile into a cab. These boys are built big, and I'm pretty tall and broad shouldered myself, so already we're all over each other just fitting in the cab. We drive for a bit, and pull up in front of a place that turns out to be Tawandang german beer hall. A huge enormous room with a stage at the front with a middle aged thai woman in a hugely sparkly dress under the lights belting out some song. We all sit down, and I tell Tong to order. I love Thai food, and will eat pretty much anything, so I figure whatever the guys want will suit me. They ask if I want beer. I like a good beer, but I've got some gout issues and beer is a real trigger for me, so I order a Gin and Tonic. It arrives... with a maraschino cherry in it! What the hell, I think. I fish it out believing that God intended that the only thing that should EVER go in a gin and tonic is a lime, and Tong immediately scarfs it down. Ok, so I guess the cherry has a purpose, it just doesn't belong in my gin and tonic. After that, the waiter arrives with a huge tube of beer. The thing must be 3 feet high, and maybe 6 inches around and immediately starts pouring for the boys... and adding ICE! The western culinary gods are in full revolt at this point, but this is Thailand, so what can you do but shake your head? The lady on the stages sings a few more numbers. It is often a third of the way through the song before I realize that she's singing in english.... The room is packed, and the music is loud. The food is good, and the beer and the gin and tonics keep coming. I give Tam one of the cherries and Tong objects. He gets the rest of the cherries that evening. After the middle-aged lady leaves the stage, Tong tells me that she used to be a famous Thai actress. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with that information, but I nod happily. After that comes a series of one song numbers from I think about 4 singers, interspersed with dance numbers from a group of about 10. The male dancers are cute, but wearing entirely too many cloths. Many costume changes ensue. Some physical comedy. I get almost none of it, but the boys are laughing, singing, and dancing. As many have reported, I can confirm these bar boys, while flexible, are pretty straight because they dance with that stiffness that only a straight boy afraid that if he actually allowed his limbs to bend that everyone would think his back door is fair game can manage. I pace myself, the boys don't. Tam, in particular, gets quite vibrant, and hangs over everybody. After four hours, when midnight rolls around, I cut them off, pay the several hundred dollar tab, pay the boys their off fees, and depart with Tong. I am momentarily annoyed at the costs, but then stop myself when I realize that it's not that much for me. I signed up for it, and I did say that I liked the frat boy type, and boy, while these boys were built, they really were drunken frat boys. As the beer flowed, they danced, hung all over each and me, mugged for the pretty girls at the next table, and generally had a great time. Tong was too drunk to accomplish much, but we managed, and I sent him home. He said something about his mother or his brother being in town, or maybe out of town, and something about his two kids, four and five. I'm not surprised, when he told me he was 34 I would have thought he'd have kids by now. Sober his accent was hard to manage at times, drunk, definitely too much. He promised, however, to make it up to me tonight. We'll see. Today was Lopburi. A good two hour drive out of the city, but I enjoyed it. There is a temple in the middle of the city with a street monkey population. They've been there a long time apparently, and now the government feeds them. I took a lot of pictures. I've seen places with a lot of stray cats and dogs, but having that many stray monkeys hanging around was really kind of neat. The temples were mostly in ruins, though the palace museum in the wasn't bad (it was on a couple of occasions in history the capital). Our last stop was a temple that has become an AIDS hospice. It hit me harder than I thought looking through the door at those lying in beds. It reminded me of the men I've known who aren't here any more because of that evil fucking disease. I climbed the hill to the large buddha statue there and thought about them. I left a large donation behind, and their thoughts stayed in my head most of the two hour ride home.