faranglaw

I do fine for 1200-1500 a “pop.”

I haven’t actually stayed there this year but I did several times last year. I’ve been on that street and I don’t see anything different except the name. I saw prices on agoda and Booking.com and they didn’t seem much higher than last year to me.

The guys from Taiwan might like us though. Many of them seem to like Daddies.

I’m not handsome either. I created the profile back when I was.

Nothing wrong with MBs. I was just being a pathetic old queen for a moment.
I like the unlimited apps because I can check out large numbers of guys and home in on what I want. Hornet limits me to five. I can quickly run through five guys who are not right and then I have to pay to look at any more profiles. This is new for them, and annoying to me.

I’m not handsome either. I created the profile back when I was.

I’m not handsome either. I created the profile back when I was.

I’m not handsome either. I created the profile back when I was.

I will return to Thailand on November 12. I have reached the age where it is sadly only MBs for me, but still some very satisfying results.
My go to app was always Hornet, but now they are limiting the number of profiles I can look at and text to unless I pay premium, which I am too cheap to do.
 
How are the other apps? Any unlimited exploring? 
 
thanks gentlemen,
Faranglaw
No i am not a lawyer. “Law” means “handsome” in Thai language. 😏

Sadly ? What's wrong with MB ? Don't be too cheap and utilize what Bangkok has to offer.
As for apps, try Grindr. Again , what you need unlimited access for. Find one-three guys you like and force yourself to be happy with them and you will be all right.
Have fun ! ( wishing  somebody to have fun in Thailand is like wishing somebody to get wet when ready to jump into pool i.e sure thing )

I have only started exploring SE Asia a few years ago, but from my two trips so far (this being the third) where Bangkok has been the anchor at the beginning and at the end of the trip, I have come to the conclusion that Bangkok is the perfect first stop for me. 
 
Day one
Arrived early morning, no queues at the migration desk. I had completed the digital arrival card, but was not asked to show any documentation, so I assume it was in the database along with my fingerprints from previous visits.
 
Stayed at the Quarter Saladaeng. Nice location. Smallish room, even though I had booked a junior suite. Gym and pool with changing facilities I could use while they were getting my room ready. Decent breakfast with egg station and freshly cooked Asian options and not so interesting industrial grade Western options. Visitor friendly, and no key card required for the lift, which was very convenient since I had a couple of repeat hook ups and a regular from previous visits.
 
After freshing up, I set out on an expedition of grooming and massage with happy ending. I found a nearby nail salon where I had a manicure and a pedicure. Next stop was S’Sense for a two hour hot oil massage. Massage was excellent as always and extras was the best body-to-body massage I have experienced so far. The Masseur very skilfully used his thighs and buttocks to make it feel almost like intercourse though there was no actual penetration. I can share his name in a message if anyone is interested. He didn’t mention a minimum tip when he offered the body to body massage, but he seemed pleased with the 2000 I gave him and proceeded to give me an extra head and neck massage after I tipped him. 
 
Came back to the hotel to get my room that was now ready and opened Grindr. Back home, Grindr is practically broken, with 60-70 percent of taps and messages seeming to come from fake profiles, scammers or alleged Only Fans content creators.
 
Not so in Bangkok! I got plenty of messages from genuine guys who wanted to meet me. So late afternoon/early evening I had a visit from an early twenties twinkish top who just got off work. While we chatted he requested a tip of 1000 and I agreed. He wanted to come directly to my room, but as a precaution I met him outside. I didn’t have to, he was even cuter than his photo. We had a nice round of sex and agreed to keep in touch for a possible rematch the day after.
 
I had a nice early dinner at Mango Tree and some mango sticky rice on my way back to the hotel where I laid down to have a good long night’s sleep to hopefully cure my jetlag.

stewards are overdressed ?

Yeah luckily for me I’m into the smooth little twinks and they tend to be more accommodating.  😊

I’m always looking for nice oral (BJ).  Mostly they won’t.  So if I find one who will I stick with him.  Got a nice small guy in On Nut who is reliable.  
 
But with the others I always wonder if I will get what I really want. Negotiating in advance doesn’t seem to help because they either pretend not to understand what I’m asking (or maybe I’m not being clear) or they say yes prior and no during.

I gather if BJ is important for you, you are most likely will get one if the masseur is gay. Its a rare occasion for me as my type is manly muscular guys but luckily BJ isnt my priority either. 

“MB is no easy job. You wouldn't know all kinds of customers we've been through. There were times I was already naked in the room when the customer made a ridiculous demand. I wanted to put my clothes on and leave, then I think about how I'm gonna pay the rent tomorrow..."
Yes it can be a very dangerous job, and worse. Ten years ago a massage boy I knew and liked was murdered by a client in the Malaysia Hotel. Awful. Daeng was 23. 
It’s good to see that the overwhelming majority of posters here show respect and genuine concern for the money boys we meet. Even if most of them don’t follow our hopes (saving money, getting out of the game, getting an education), our presence makes a positive difference in their lives. We should cherish that. 

“MB is no easy job. You wouldn't know all kinds of customers we've been through. There were times I was already naked in the room when the customer made a ridiculous demand. I wanted to put my clothes on and leave, then I think about how I'm gonna pay the rent tomorrow..."
Yes it can be a very dangerous job, and worse. Ten years ago a massage boy I knew and liked was murdered by a client in the Malaysia Hotel. Awful. Daeng was 23. 
It’s good to see that the overwhelming majority of posters here show respect and genuine concern for the money boys we meet. Even if most of them don’t follow our hopes (saving money, getting out of the game, getting an education), our presence makes a positive difference in their lives. We should cherish that. 

“MB is no easy job. You wouldn't know all kinds of customers we've been through. There were times I was already naked in the room when the customer made a ridiculous demand. I wanted to put my clothes on and leave, then I think about how I'm gonna pay the rent tomorrow..."
Yes it can be a very dangerous job, and worse. Ten years ago a massage boy I knew and liked was murdered by a client in the Malaysia Hotel. Awful. Daeng was 23. 
It’s good to see that the overwhelming majority of posters here show respect and genuine concern for the money boys we meet. Even if most of them don’t follow our hopes (saving money, getting out of the game, getting an education), our presence makes a positive difference in their lives. We should cherish that. 

“MB is no easy job. You wouldn't know all kinds of customers we've been through. There were times I was already naked in the room when the customer made a ridiculous demand. I wanted to put my clothes on and leave, then I think about how I'm gonna pay the rent tomorrow..."
Yes it can be a very dangerous job, and worse. Ten years ago a massage boy I knew and liked was murdered by a client in the Malaysia Hotel. Awful. Daeng was 23. 
It’s good to see that the overwhelming majority of posters here show respect and genuine concern for the money boys we meet. Even if most of them don’t follow our hopes (saving money, getting out of the game, getting an education), our presence makes a positive difference in their lives. We should cherish that. 

“MB is no easy job. You wouldn't know all kinds of customers we've been through. There were times I was already naked in the room when the customer made a ridiculous demand. I wanted to put my clothes on and leave, then I think about how I'm gonna pay the rent tomorrow..."
Yes it can be a very dangerous job, and worse. Ten years ago a massage boy I knew and liked was murdered by a client in the Malaysia Hotel. Awful. Daeng was 23. 
It’s good to see that the overwhelming majority of posters here show respect and genuine concern for the money boys we meet. Even if most of them don’t follow our hopes (saving money, getting out of the game, getting an education), our presence makes a positive difference in their lives. We should cherish that. 

thanks God as you could be in trouble. Years ago it happened to my then coworker visiting Laos and he ended up bribing somebody 100 USD just to let him out.
Good news is that soon with automating  admission process stamps may be thing of the past for most of visitors. 

I can remember two scary stories at Robinson from those times (early 90’s).
 
1. On the front steps a young boy started talking to me. He was smoking but was about 15. He was pushing me to take him off somewhere: “300 baht—you happy, I happy.” Small guy but looked a bit tough and already burnt out. It was depressing. I extricated myself.
2. I was having a coffee in the Robinson’s coffee shop on a hot mid-afternoon. A boy approached with photos of girls. “You want a girl?”  Naive me, I thought I’d be cute so told him I like boys. In a flash he pointed to a boy and said, “My brother. You like?”  The kid was about nine years old! Severe and horrified no from me of course. Jesus f’ing Christ: pimping your nine year old brother!

So spare me any glory tales about the good old days. I still shiver thinking of these two incidents. 

I can remember two scary stories at Robinson from those times (early 90’s).
 
1. On the front steps a young boy started talking to me. He was smoking but was about 15. He was pushing me to take him off somewhere: “300 baht—you happy, I happy.” Small guy but looked a bit tough and already burnt out. It was depressing. I extricated myself.
2. I was having a coffee in the Robinson’s coffee shop on a hot mid-afternoon. A boy approached with photos of girls. “You want a girl?”  Naive me, I thought I’d be cute so told him I like boys. In a flash he pointed to a boy and said, “My brother. You like?”  The kid was about nine years old! Severe and horrified no from me of course. Jesus f’ing Christ: pimping your nine year old brother!

So spare me any glory tales about the good old days. I still shiver thinking of these two incidents. 

I can remember two scary stories at Robinson from those times (early 90’s).
 
1. On the front steps a young boy started talking to me. He was smoking but was about 15. He was pushing me to take him off somewhere: “300 baht—you happy, I happy.” Small guy but looked a bit tough and already burnt out. It was depressing. I extricated myself.
2. I was having a coffee in the Robinson’s coffee shop on a hot mid-afternoon. A boy approached with photos of girls. “You want a girl?”  Naive me, I thought I’d be cute so told him I like boys. In a flash he pointed to a boy and said, “My brother. You like?”  The kid was about nine years old! Severe and horrified no from me of course. Jesus f’ing Christ: pimping your nine year old brother!

So spare me any glory tales about the good old days. I still shiver thinking of these two incidents. 

I can remember two scary stories at Robinson from those times (early 90’s).
 
1. On the front steps a young boy started talking to me. He was smoking but was about 15. He was pushing me to take him off somewhere: “300 baht—you happy, I happy.” Small guy but looked a bit tough and already burnt out. It was depressing. I extricated myself.
2. I was having a coffee in the Robinson’s coffee shop on a hot mid-afternoon. A boy approached with photos of girls. “You want a girl?”  Naive me, I thought I’d be cute so told him I like boys. In a flash he pointed to a boy and said, “My brother. You like?”  The kid was about nine years old! Severe and horrified no from me of course. Jesus f’ing Christ: pimping your nine year old brother!

So spare me any glory tales about the good old days. I still shiver thinking of these two incidents.