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The Year of the Sheep: Sayonara, Bangkok.

Posted in สะพานลอย with tags , , , , , , , on January 17, 2015 by สะพานลอย

First, we need to report the following chaos that occurred recently over at SL headquarters, which is in complete disarray. We were ‘raided’ by a group of interested Thai authorities who made off with some rice liquor bottles (mostly full), two laptops, my antiquated VCR and our VHS collection of erotic films from all over Asia, including some really raunchy ones from Japan that show female newscasters getting more than they bargained for as they try to read important news summaries. Papers were strewn, tables upset. It was clear that they were looking for something. What wasn’t clear was who sent them. And why?

The aftermath of the raid on SL HQ.

The aftermath of the raid on SL HQ.

Lek has fled to the rice fields. Her relatives (if any of you morons have been reading closely) in the Thai police force are encountering difficulties of their own with the military government. She fled with great haste to her village just before SL HQ was raided. With great sadness, I put many 1k baht notes into Tuy’s purse, and told her not to spend it all in one place. She got on a bus and headed Northeast.

It has happened much quicker than any of us could have suspected. The scene is gone, and Thailand is heading toward a major disruption in every way. It is best that SL et al. exeunt stage left.

It is sad at this point in our fabled career to seek out safer havens. Where we will go I leave it for the fates, in their infinite wisdom, to decide. It may well be that SL headquarters will be reconstructed in a neighbouring country, where the beer is ice cold, the food hot as hell, and the women blessed with loose morals.

It will take courage. We will need bottles of whiskey, a bank account stuffed with the good fortune a lifetime of wise investments has provided, a local language phrase book, and the unparalleled personality of  yours truly. The Empire of the Sun is looking more and more appealing.

Nowhere is the news more exciting than in Japan.

Nowhere is the news more exciting than in Japan.

Updates may come as the proverbial shit hits the fan. All editorial inquiries may be left in the comments section below. If you seem legitimate, SL will respond.

Goodbye, for now.

The View from Above

 

 

Tourism in Thailand: Full Moon Waning

Posted in สะพานลอย with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 9, 2014 by สะพานลอย

One of the difficult aspects of drumming up the energy to write this blog in a place that exudes the tropical languor of a newly restored banana republic is the fact that the world-notorious Bangkok nightlife scene is decaying, and my two bar girls, Lek and Tuy, keep me well occupied here at Saphan Loy with their operatic complaints, occasional sexual favours, and vapid displays of their Thai frivolity. In short, I find all I need within the walls of my private pleasure palace.

Recently Lek, to my delight, somehow procured a special green herb that in Thailand grows everywhere. She brought home the cured reproductive bud of the plant in a plastic bag. Tuy knew just what to do. She immediately began rolling the dried material into cigarettes, as though she had done this for years. The three of us shared the fag, and a most pleasing calm took hold of us.

And for the rest of the evening, all we really managed to do was watch the telly, grin like idiots, and eat mango and sticky rice. However, our “special” evening routine was anything but routine, and we will leave it to you depraved sex tourists to conjure your disgusting fantasies on your own. Let’s just say that it involved basic acrobatics, gender confusion, and far too much rice whiskey.

Stick's site is now entirely dedicated to ladyboys.

Stick’s site is now entirely dedicated to ladyboys.

Bar Bloggers Under Martial Law

A perusal of the nightlife blog and website scene reveals the following, in the event that any of you still actually care:

Stickman has officially redirected his readership to our old friend and reader, Will Morledge at Bangkok Eyes. This is ironic, since Morledge’s site is actually more interesting than the Stick’s ladyboy folly. The mostly softball questions of the interview were just as one has come to expect from the Stick: pablum and mutual masturbation, with a tone that suggests, “Ooh, look at us old timers in Bangkok! We should feel so proud of ourselves! Let’s celebrate by splitting a Ladyboy!”

Big Fat Baby Kenny Ng is still on the web. Have a mosey and a gander. While the sex tourism economics professors seems to have abandoned it, the Thai whore blog nonetheless preserves all of his race baiting, misogyny and delusion intact. Does the University of California at Northridge even have a tenure review process?

Mobi has officially sold his bar on the dark side of the lake, and renamed his Thai paramour “Lek.” Not, of course, to be confused with Saphan Loy’s “Lek.” Mobi is still valiantly putting up the good fight, onward Christian soldiers, and all that rot. In today’s post, Mobi points out all of the endearing charms of General Prayuth. This is interesting, since it echoes “Bill of Phuket’s” experience as well, a hotelier who finds virtue in martial law. As Sylvia Plath, the suicidal poetess once wrote:

“Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.”

Is "Bill of Phuket" one and the same from the eponymous Stephen Blather novel?

Is “Bill of Phuket” one and the same from the eponymous Stephen Blather story?

Full Moon Waning

Once upon a time, when SL was still able to drink until dawn (and certainly in the pre-Lek and Tuy days), we visited the island of Koh Phangan, if only to see for ourselves the general depravity on offer. Although we were not there during one of the ever-popular “Fool Moon Parties”, we nonetheless got a very good sense of what the backpacker scene was like in the fabled “paradise” of Thailand.

I was travelling at the time with a Western woman, whom I will call “C”, and who, at the time, was SL’s closest companion, lover, and, in more instances than not, apologist. In the early days of SL, there was much to apologise for, and her tolerance and loyalty were beginning to fray, however slightly, in this remote, semi-abandoned bungalow operation.

When is the next fool moon?

When is the next fool moon?

The bungalows seemed to be haphazardly constructed around a small coconut plantation. In truth, the rudimentary architecture of the small village seemed to have been created by inebriated children. There was a very basic structure that housed the local sundry from which one could purchase serious provisions (Chang Beer and some bags of delicious chemical foodstuff comprised of many small brown coated peanuts, which, in turn, were characterized by a sweet coffee flavor and a crunchy coconut shell).

Built on simple cinder blocks, the walls of the shop-house were made of tin. For those brief few days, SL brought much joy to the merchant for daily beer purchases, surely enriching the man beyond what custom he would have otherwise anticipated. But, seeing that we were the only custom on that rainy weekend, I am sure I amply made up for in the quantity and frequency of which they were purchased. It never hurt to avail myself of 5 baht shots of rice whiskey by the glass either.

 

Keep 'em coming, sweetheart.

Keep ’em coming, sweetheart.

The most recent atrocity committed on Koh Tao, one of Thailand’s celebrated bucolic isles in the Gulf of Siam, only adds to the growing list of reasons one should avoid a trip until such time as domestic tensions have been eased by the hands of a particularly skillful masseuse in a short, polyester dress.

Western media went berserk over the bludgeoning deaths of Hannah Witheridge and David Miller, aged 23 and 24 years respectively. The couple met their tragic demise on the tiny island at the hands of unknown assailants. Because of the enormity of the crime and Thailand’s desire to keep crimes like this under wraps, a full scale police investigation (including assistance from the FBI) was launched to capture those cowardly Burmese immigrants responsible. When in doubt, blame it on the Burmese.

Thai tourism has suffered from a cascade of problems.

Thai tourism has suffered from a cascade of problems.

It has become clear that tourism in Thailand is suffering. Martial law does not exactly conjure images of free love and Bacchus in the Land of Coups d’Etat. But Saphan Loy lives here, and we have become happily pacified in our pleasure palace. And yes, occasionally, SL will stagger from his minx-infested condo and get into a cab to be shuttled to the dubious whore districts, where I lose myself in the grotty smells and sights of an industry now dominated by Ladyboys, and the Stickmen of the world who love them.

The View from Above

Sex Tourist Visas, Alcohol, Stickman: All on the Chopping Block

Posted in สะพานลอย with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 1, 2014 by สะพานลอย

If you have been following at all the deranged chatter of the Thai sex tourism blogs and sites, then you all well know that your multiple Sex Tourist Visas that fill the pages of your passports like a private stamp collection of shame and degradation will earn you something nobody had ever expected: a Thai Military exit visa.

True, these multiple sex tourist visas were meant to circumvent the laxly enforced border policies that Thailand had maintained in more promising times. However, if you have entered and reentered on these visas in the past, you were nonetheless violating the spirit of Thailand’s immigration policy and should have endeavoured to secure proper paperwork to begin with.

Sex Tourist Visas have been discontinued in the Land of Smile.

What it all boils down to, then, is economics and planning. Those who are too poor to establish themselves professionally in Thailand or who do not have the resources to prove that they are “retired” will have to vacate their bar stools in whatever blowjob bar they now call home, and find a more welcoming environment than a Thai immigration deportation cell. If the floundering sex industry of Thailand needed further help in its already sad decline, this is the nail in the coffin.

The only real solution at this point would be Thailand’s return to “democratic” representation, whatever the hell that means to anyone. However, we here at Saphan Loy headquarters believe the military occupation will last for some time.

As for the tolerance that Thais have historically shown for those living in the shadows of the Go Go circuit, the wind now blows in the opposite direction. The internet, too, has rendered what was once highly visible (albeit seedy and disgraceful), discreet and private. Yes, even in the Land of Vertical Smiles. It was a confidence game from the beginning, a dismal side note in the history of globalisation. But who didn’t love the experience while it lasted? The world is rapidly changing, and the satisfaction of crude, cheap “neo-colonial” fantasies a quickly fading thing of the past.

Now the expats of Thailand are ratcheting up tension on various fora and antiquated bulletin board services about the serious curtailment of alcoholic beverage service throughout the Kingdom. If this turns out to be the beginning of a prohibition of sorts, you may do one of two things in our book.

Pole us out of here.

One, you can enjoy the respite from alcohol that sobriety will permit you. Take a long hard look around you and see how you feel about Thailand then. Move to a small village, counsel the headman about the marriage of his stunning daughter, cultivate jackfruit, and take long boating excursions on the Mekong River. Admittedly, Lek and Tuy are giving me a look just now that suggests that they would not be happy leaving our fair city. And judging by their advanced-stage alcoholism, they are unlikely to consent to a life without alcohol.

But as the man of the house, I reminded them that during this sober interlude for all of us, they will have ample time in their new responsibilities to reflect in gratitude for all that I have given them, as the two of them, simple in appearance, graceful, strong, brown and lean beneath their straw hats, shall harmoniously pole my craft wherever the hell I tell them to.

Where to handsome man?

Or two, you can learn via your local library how to build and operate your own rice whiskey still on your soon-to-be re-nationalised property. Sure, you may get a visit from the Thai military to candidly discuss the wisdom of running a distillery, but if you have plenty of drinks on hand I would wager it would make you an honorary Thai soldier in no time.

The New Happy Hour

Finally, and perhaps most embarrassingly, the Stick has publicized an account of his complete incompetence as a business man in his latest column. Although I am not sure who is more foolish: the person who offered $150K for the site, or Stick for the offer’s refusal. Stickman’s greed, coupled with his gross overestimation of the potential of the site, have ensured that the site will likely remain unsold for years to come while the Stick hopes against hope that Thailand will revert to the land of no money, no honey.

In that time, the value of the site (now provisionally set at the outrageous $150K mark) will decline precipitously as the military occupation drags on indefinitely and harsher social conditions are imposed by the junta. Furthermore, the site requires a tremendous amount of overhaul (which Stick blithely ignored for the past 10 years) that should further reduce its attractiveness as the labour required to update the site would be onerous and mostly pointless. For the record, nobody clicks on advertisements anymore.

Last call.

Last call.

The Stick doesn’t have a lot of leverage in any case. Thailand is under military occupation, the nightlife is suffering substantially, the sex tourist visa issue has added uncertainty and risk, a policy of social prohibitions seems to be underway, and the internet now allows for the pursuit and location of one’s third-world pleasures with a greater ease and precision than a clunky HTML guide to bars could ever hope to achieve.

That and fifty cents will get you a cup of coffee.

The View from Above

Saphan Loy’s Account of the Thai Military Occupation

Posted in สะพานลอย with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2014 by สะพานลอย

Well, first some sour news for those of you wondering where we have been. Longtime readers will recall our former friend, Jimmy Smithers, who has had his fair share of problems, medical, psychological, and moral. For the longest time, he had lost touch with us, following his own downward spiral living alone in the United States, alcoholic, sexless. About eight months ago, he managed somehow (with the assistance of a minor windfall that allowed him to purchase an airline ticket) to travel back to Thailand. Occasionally, he would drunkenly call the Saphan Loy hotline, insult Lek with some choice vulgarities he had been cultivating in his imbecilic brain, and not be heard from again for weeks, sometimes months.

Let’s skip ahead to this coup d’état, which has made Thailand about as attractive of a tourist destination as North Korea in midwinter. Recently, Lek and I received a strange and garbled telephone call from the Thai-Cambodian border crossing at Poipet. And yes, it involves Jimmy Smithers, that fat fuck. The Thai military had detained him after an incident at some derelict bar on the Thai side. According to the authorities, he had been drinking for four straight days and was under the influence of a powerful barbiturate that Cambodians reserve for controlling its genetically inferior livestock.

Poipet border crossing

Poipet border crossing

What happened at the bar is unclear, and we can only surmise at this point. However, we had our lawyer (one of Lek’s family “friends”) contact the military commander in charge of Sa Kaeo province to see if this could be sorted out amicably for poor old Smithers.

Now, let me warn readers in all due seriousness. Saphan Loy is not going to sugarcoat the whole military situation the way StickmanBangkok so blithely has.

The coup d’état is real. And they mean business.

The military commanders reported that sometime around 3:00 AM on the previous Tuesday morning, Smithers launched into a political tirade, incomprehensible to most, made several rude gestures with parts of his anatomy, attempted to hoist his fat arse onto the bar itself which then precipitated a rapid structural degradation of the bar-top collapsing it like dry bamboo under his weight, which, in turn, compromised the walls of the flimsy structure that had been built to accommodate the fly-by-night watering hole. He had said some pretty offensive things, the poor old bugger. Were I there to counsel him, I would have pounced on his grotesque body and forcefully clamped his mouth shut.

The military immediately detained him and we haven’t heard from him since.

Now, all things considered, life for farang is pretty much normal in this period of dark political uncertainty, particularly in Bangkok. We can still come and go as we please as long as we observe a curfew and do not stir up the shit-pot. And yes, the bars are still open, though largely empty and depressing. However, I know I am speaking for a large contingent of resident expats (including the Bay Area Boyfriends) when I say that it could be worse.

We should all thank our lucky stars that we have not been rounded up at gunpoint and sent by railway out into the countryside to begin a “reeducated” life of collective rice farming on sprawling communes owned and operated by InTouch Holdings PLC (formerly Shin Corp) of which the largest shareholder is Singapore’s Temasak Holdings through a subsidiary called Aspen Holdings Ltd at 41.62% of the company. I ain’t gonna work on Yingluck’s farm no more!

Curfews and fear have put a major damper on my wandering of the red light districts of Bangkok. So what’s a serious hedonist to do in the city during difficult political times? Well, for one, stock up. And I don’t mean on Sri Racha sauce and pla duk. I mean on bar girls.

What started as a nuisance has become something much worse. And Lek is none too pleased. Here’s the thing. When you have one mia luang, and you want to bring mia noi into the flat, you will encounter, how do I say it with sensitivity, challenges.

My impulse was almost charitable. Lek has known about Tuy for the better part of the year and has been very tolerant of our harmless crush. Tuy hails from the metropolis of Lopburi, and she is a tad darker (maybe two tones) than Lek, and younger with beautiful long black hair, a stunning smile, and piercing eyes. I suggested to her that, because of the well-known wild monkeys in her home town, perhaps she is part sex monkey herself.

Lek's new "friend", Tuy

Lek’s new “friend”, Tuy

At any rate, Tuy was caught out by the coup. She did not have the cash-flow to go all the way back to Lopburi, and she certainly didn’t want to stay in a crowded little place with several other catty farm girls who menstruate at the same time, so I invited her to stay with us until this all blows over.

Lek, as you may suspect, was furious. But since I am the man of the house, I insisted. I warned Lek that at a time of military occupation of the country, she should listen to my commands if she knows what would be best for her long-term peace and stability. In parallel to the new military order, I have become emboldened to act like General MacArthur in my own home, in complete command of two Thai bar girls. Yes, it is a challenge. But like MacArthur, my resolve is like newly forged steel.

So there it is folks. As I write this, Tuy is watching something mindless on the television (more of the same, Thai military processions and poorly-composed patriotic anthems) while picking her nose. Lek is in our bedroom taking a nap. And to be perfectly honest, I am enjoying every minute of this military “interlude”. It’s about time we had some structure and order around here.

The View from Above

Saphan Loy to Purchase Stickman Bangkok

Posted in สะพานลอย with tags , , , , on April 1, 2014 by สะพานลอย

After several tense rounds of negotiations with the Stickman over several rounds of bia sot (the Stick mostly drank Coca Colas and fiddled with his expensive camera) at an unnamed bar in Patpong, the Stick and I have come to a monumental agreement that will change the equation in reportage on the brothel districts of Thailand. Upon the Stick’s retirement, Saphan Loy will take over the Stickman Bangkok site and will be responsible for the Stickman Weekly segment as well as advertisement transactions that are a cornerstone of the site. Financial terms will not be disclosed, but both parties agree that the deal makes sense financially and from an editorial perspective.

“It’s been a good run, but I’m sure Saphan Loy and Lek will be able to carry on the tradition for me. While the Bangkok nightlife scene is decaying, I feel my services would be more welcome in Phnom Penh,” the Stickman commented as he hinted at the possibility of a Stickman Cambodia site in the works.

As the Stick looks toward greener passages, Saphan Loy looks forward to taking the helm at the vaunted Stickman Bangkok franchise. Yes, the Go-go scene is hitting rock bottom, yes, the lookers are few and far between while the dregs continue to unconvincingly lure “handsome man” to shady and corrupt nightclubs, but Lek and I feel that our reviews of bars, “naughty” places, watering holes, bdsm and blowjob clubs, and the sex practices of sex tourists will be a welcome respite to the horribly slanted and jaded Stickman Weekly, which, in reflection of the general decline of the scene in general, has declined in readership appreciably.

Saphan Loy will continue the Girl of the Week Feature

Saphan Loy will continue the Girl of the Week Feature

Our first priority will be to revive the sagging number of hits that Stickman Weekly generates. It is way off its all-time high achieved at the time of the John Galt debacle. Unlike the content of the site now, we will also be introducing a video segment that will share erotic clips of readers with their lovely Thai rental ladies. We believe that this feature alone will double the currently dwindling readership.

In addition to our new roles, which Lek and I are preparing for with great excitement, we will be converting the Stickman site into a subscription-based service with added features for Gold Plan and Platinum Plan members. Details forthcoming. In addition, we plan to rehire Teacher Tim the Clown at double the salary his English language school paid him for his witty observations. Negotiations are also in process with a guest columnist whose name will surprise and delight red light readers everywhere.

Lek and I wish to assure longtime Stickman fans that the Stickman brand will continue to flourish, even as the nightlife itself becomes more and more moribund and depressing. After all, Saphan Loy thrives in these conditions, and moreso when the cards are stacked against him.

 

The View from Above

 

“Bay Area Boys” and the Life of Gay Frivolity of the Chinese Expats

Posted in สะพานลอย with tags , , , , , , , on October 27, 2013 by สะพานลอย

As promised, and after careful research about the American West Coast “boys” who are all Asian and have decided to grace Thailand with their munificent presence, here goes. Although to be fair, Lek is pulling on my pant leg insisting that I don’t go through with it.

After questioning multiple sources and discovering the true modus operandi of a small group of Asian Americans of Chinese origins who have menaced Caucasian bar owners and others in Bangkok, it reveals yet another bizarre chapter in the ways in which expatriates in Thailand, surrounded by the plenitudes that Thailand has to offer, insist on going after each other like catty schoolgirls. Perhaps this is the direct result of the effects that the promiscuous expense of semen has on the brain? It also reveals the lengths to which a small cadre of Chinese miscreants will go to pursue those who simply want to enjoy the pleasures of the Orient and who prefer to keep to themselves.

That said, the cast of characters is as stated above, Chinese. Now, Saphan Loy has written extensively about the role the Chinese play in Thailand, and have historically played in the vice rackets. But this small cadre of characters, described in detail by Jerry Bingsell Ching (the former Bangkok Buddy), used to “hang” together, play together, “ogle” together, and stiff bar owners together by pigging out on “all you can eat buffets.”  We know that this was a pattern that was well-established, and that Jerry described in great and yawn-inducing detail.

Steven Frank?

One momentous day, one of Jerry’s bisexual friends, Chris Madeira, made a pass at him by rubbing his thigh at the Thermae. Jerry used his little blog to accuse Chris of all sorts of things, including stalking him, being addicted to ya baa, and being mentally unstable. That, in turn, brought out another one of the members of the cadre, “John Brown” who Big Baby Kenny outed as Steve Frank of Hawaii and Phuket. Frank’s modus operandi was to deluge various blogs with invective hurled at Kenny’s arch nemesis, the Big Mango. Then, a funny thing happened. Big Baby Kenny actually outed Frank within the comments section of his now defunct blog.

While Saphan Loy usually does not care a whit about things of this nature and is unlikely to report out on this issue any further, the following threat from one of the Chinese San Francisco triad prompted me to get more “hands on” in this unpleasantness. The sad part of all of this is that it once again shows how foreigners in Thailand are like groups of bitter old women who try to take each other down over the most meaningless of issues. Here is the comment in question:

Before you trash talk and take pot shots like a “Dastard Sniper” its wise to know your victims and be better informed about their sexuality etc. The Bay Area Boys are anything but homosexual – perhaps Lek serviced most of them before getting on your limp dick. You seem to constantly mention the Homophobia that circumvents Thermae Bar – have you not come out of the closet yet? Thermae Bar is a coffee-shop – Bar that attracts a large Japanese following where freelance Thai girls work without obligation to the establishment. The Bay Area boys have the means to bring you into the legal arena and sue the arse of you or close down your trashy blog. You wouldn’t want to run into the young Madeira boy anytime soon either.

In this comment, which discloses both a legal threat and a threat of violence, Dr. Phil seems fixated on accusations of homosexuality, the nature of the clientele at the Thermae, and whether or not I have a “limp dick.” I am of the impression that only a homosexual would be likely to make inquiries as to the nature of my genitals, and, well, Lek agrees with this, given her familiarity with the Asian kathoeys that are found throughout the kingdom. Bless her heart.

Addressing his legal concerns, I would invite him to first direct all further legal inquiries to the “Bay Area House Boy” who exposed Chris Madeira in the first place: Jerry “Bangkok Buddy” Ching. I would also direct him to the other source of the leaked identity of one of the San Francisco blue boys, Steve Frank: BigBabyKenny.com.

Speaking of the Big Blathering Baby, I recently dug up a putative photograph of his relatives. I share it here because it shows a very nice, if gravely disappointed Chinese couple.

Proud parents.

Proud parents.

To Dr. Phil, and the rest of the San Francisco triad, you can put that in your opium pipes and smoke it!

The View from Above

Bangkok Buddy Returns….Sort of.

Posted in สะพานลอย with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 6, 2013 by สะพานลอย

Bangkok Buddy, who disappeared from the Thailand brothel blogging world after accusing his yaa baa-addicted friend Chris Madeira of rubbing his groin at Bangkok’s notorious Thermae after-hours freelancer club, has returned!

Well, sort of.

While his new incarnation is called a “Photo a Day from somewhere in Bangkok”, he has used this space to post old photographs of very young Asian women and, in a bizarre turn, little children. Meanwhile, his thoughts, feelings, and daily musings remain private for a select handful of likely dwindling friends.

Alas, Saphan Loy is not one to judge, and Lek believes that the pictures, especially of the women who are at least child-bearing age, are possibly meant to persuade his former readers that he may have been (back in the 1980s and 1990s) a devout heterosexual. Whatever the case, it’s clear that Bangkok Buddy is reevaluating his life by way of these oddly selected photos of young Asian women and children, and that the whole lover’s quarrel with Madeira really has upset his emotional equilibrium. We wish him a speedy return to sanity!

The View from Above

California University Sex Professor Apprehended in Mexico

Posted in สะพานลอย with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 22, 2013 by สะพานลอย

Another university professor from that liberal land of group love-think and morally blind tolerance of all deviant lifestyle choices has been apprehended in Mexico after finding himself on the FBI’s most wanted list. Professor Walter Lee Williams, according to the FBI, would routinely travel the world (he had a soft spot for Southeast Asia) in order to engage in sex acts with children.

Until 2011, the article states, Professor Williams was tenured faculty in “gender studies”, anthropology, and history at the University of Southern California. His modus operandi was to travel to places like the Thailand, the Philippines, and Indonesia presumably to study the gender of pre-adolescent boys with a rather unorthodox “hands-on” approach involving his engorged penis, then photograph the results. His indictment came as a result of having flown to the Philippines after meeting some boys online, engaging in webcam sex with them, then flying to that fair island nation to further “study” them in sex “experiments.”

Longtime readers will know that Saphan Loy has groused about perversion in higher education before. In fact it has been one of our abiding concerns. When I shared this story with Lek, she said something to the effect that “this would never happen in Thailand!” Whether this is true or not, we cannot know for sure. But one thing is certain about interactions among professors and their students in the Land of Vertical Smiles: there is generally a strange sexual dynamic underlying all classroom activity. With the respect the professor demands in this country, and the naturally docile subservience of the students in saucy uniforms, one cannot deny the sexual tensions that exist between them. And the dynamic changes dramatically if the professor is visiting from a western country: Thais are eager to engage them and learn from their beneficent experience, while in the United States, professors garner about as much respect as over-educated taxi drivers or hotdog clerks at the 7-11.

Thai university students.

Thai university students.

If you don’t believe that sexual tension exists in the hothouse classrooms of Thailand, just pay a casual visit to the “classroom” at BarBar in Patpong, where lazy girly Thai students await you in thoroughly convincing schoolgirl outfits along with actual writing desks and a chalkboard. Mosey on over, indeed. And whatever you do, do not demonstrate Keynesian principals of economics on the chalkboard. The girls will likely fall asleep, and the mamasan will caustically berate you in the ugly dialect of Isaan.

Anyway, we should all be glad that another lone male traveler to Asia has had his sinister little sex experiments with foreign children halted by US federal authorities. It is comforting that they are vigilant against such crimes, and that they have directed their gaze more intently on authority figures who routinely abuse their status for personal sexual gratification.

In Other News….Big Mango Bar Blog to Soon Shutter

Soon another luminary of the Thai redlight blogs, the Big Mango Bar Blog, will close as the ownership of the bar of the same name transitions to Thai ownership. For those of us who have followed the blog, many interesting (and borderline criminal) posts were to be found there. Some well-written, some not so. And whatever happened to Young Penfold, the Hunter S. Thompson of the Bangkok bar scene?

In a recent post, the bar owner Graham had a few parting shots for his arch-nemesis, big fat bloated baby Kenny Ng, another California university professor who dabbles in Southeast Asian pay for pussy play. Interestingly, Graham reveals that Ng, who recklessly (and mistakenly) believes that Saphan Loy is somehow connected to the Big Mango, passed along the URL to our humble beacon of free speech and tireless analysis of the Thai redlight blogosphere to the University of California at Northridge’s campus security department! Now, were Saphan Loy suspected of smoking a joint in our dorm room, or conducting a midnight panty raid at one of the sorority houses, then I suppose you would have grounds to report us to campus security. (Lek would like to know what a “panty raid” is, but I’m afraid it’s before her time).

Panty Raid!

Panty Raid!

But to report Saphan Loy to them for our literary and journalistic efforts? Is this the spirit of intellectual inquiry and free speech championed by a university professor who, ironically, defends his indefensible sex blog as an exercise in free speech? I submit that the only crime that campus security would have found on this blog is the occasional tortured syntax or a purple passage or two, and nothing more. My team of capable lawyers (stunning Thai females who are more than capable in dealing with the assorted libelous assaults and accusations of a frustrated sex tourist, and who also look great in those short skirts and high-heel shoes) will testify to that fact.

Saphan Loy's trusted team of legal advisors.

Saphan Loy’s trusted team of legal advisors.

Interestingly, Ng has now reconfigured the hosting scheme of his libel-making machine, BigBabyKenny.com. He has separated the hosting company of the main blog (where he posts pictures of Thai whores, ladyboys and restaurant reviews) from the blog comments themselves. This is obviously an effort to lessen his legal liability when his comments include references to pedophilia, homophobia, coprophagia, racism and whatever ugly little troll-thoughts Ng is harboring on that particular day. 

We will leave you with Saphan Loy’s latest feature, the Thai Girl of the Week. This week, the hands-down winner was not difficult to find.

Thai Girl of the Week

Tommy Tone, Economist and World Traveler, Third Rate Public University, California

An ethnic Chinese, she enjoys blogging about Thai ladyboys, eating at buffets, and taking “world class” photographs of impoverished bar girls.

The Thai Girl of the Week!

The Thai Girl of the Week!

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Saphan Loy Hunts for the Girl of the Week

Posted in สะพานลอย with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 13, 2013 by สะพานลอย

After an overwhelming response from my readers on how to spice up Saphan Loy, we have decided to add a new feature to the blog called “Girl of the Week.” In this segment my assistant Lek and I will spend an inordinate amount of time looking for that special combination of looks, personality, and absence of sexually transmitted diseases that really gets our motor running. If ya know what we mean.

Our search took us to the most unlikely of places, through the narrow sois and alleys of our fabled city of angels. We peered into every nook and cranny, under every rock, and in every empty toilet stall we could find at the bus station. It also helped that we had some nifty GPS coordinates (courtesy of BigBabyKenny.com) that helped us when we were traveling farther afield into the rice padis and jungle outposts of Thailand.

Without further ado, let’s look at the girls that made the cut this week.

’Why the long face, love?

There was something about the way this peach was sitting here all by herself at 10:30 AM, just chilling with a few cold bottles of Bia Chang. Nothing says “come hither” like a cold one first thing in the morning. And her yellow football jersey, gray shorts, and furry brown bracelet really got my old ticker pounding in a way that I couldn’t easily blame on the Kamagra I was chewing all morning for breakfast. She seemed a bit shy when I snapped her pic, but that’s what we especially love about these Thai lovelies. They are demure, modest, and, more importantly, minx-like between the sheets. Not that I would know since Saphan Loy readers know that I don’t partake as I limit myself to masturbating about the ladyboys in Nana Plaza. Another positive about this one was her total lack of tramp stamps. What’s not to love?
Rubber Necking

Next, we made our way to a little place I have known about for a while. I won’t give it away here, as I like to keep my little honey spots all to my self. It’s not much of a bar. More like a little hut on stilts where the beer is lukewarm, and the stuff that is burning in the little pipe on hand is awfully suspicious. That’s not to say I didn’t try some. Lek was encouraged as well, but hell, she’ll put anything between her lips. And who are we to be such terrible guests? Not much is recalled from this visit. But after a hazy afternoon of beer drinking and pipe smoking, those beautiful brass rings around this little piece of long-necked candy started to wobble and shimmy in the hot sun, luring me to her body like a giraffe in heat.

Okay. Next up on our list of Thai hot-spots: Pattaya. We don’t normally get down to the shore very much, but when we do, all bets are off. It’s usually me and Lek and a bottle of whiskey or two. Sometimes Lek even picks out the lovelies for us. How do you say “ménage à trois” in Thai? Anyway, I wouldn’t really know as I don’t partake.

Now, normally, the farang women in Thailand don’t do anything for us. It’s not that I have completely gone native. It’s difficult to find a nice farang in this country. But just as I was about to give up in Pattaya while working on this assignment, there she was. Like a dream come true. A true paradigm of womanly beauty and virtue. I started scratching my head and wondering what had taken me thousands of kilometers from my home country, and why I gave up the birds like this that I sadly left behind. I don’t know if it was too much drink in me, or the Kamagra talking, but I just needed to get her picture. I even got a wink while I was at it.

Dream Machine

True, this one had a tramp stamp. But she almost made it as Saphan Loy’s girl of the week.

So this final one really took the cake. I found her in a Bangkok go-go bar, though it’s not really a go-go bar per se.  A mate of mine owns the place, though there’s no signage, no music, and it’s kind of a sleazy dump. It’s basically one room in an old shop-house and it’s not located anywhere near a tourist destination. It used to be a sewing machine repair shop. Basically, he has a few girls there who are not allowed to leave the premises under threats of physical violence and psychological coercion. My mate told me these girls will go with anyone for the price of a bottle of Singha. I got there just around midnight, and I said, “Okay, who do you want me to do?”

And his eyes lit up and he said, “you mean…?”

Then I said, “Don’t be such a silly boy. So silly. Why are you such a big silly man? Silly brute. I don’t partake! I meant whose picture do you want me to take?” Then I swatted at his big burly shoulder, the way a girl might.

He said, “That’s what I thought. Right, mate. I forgot. ‘You don’t partake.’ Okay, okay. Whatever.”

I spied this little fox all alone in the corner. There she was, the poor thing. But she had that Thai thing going on that really made my night. Cute face, no tramp stamps, shy smile. The perfect combination. At first I thought she was applying makeup, but it was really dark in there. And since I didn’t want to bother her, I shot her from a distance, the way a creepy guy with a zoom lens is apt to do.

Here she is, folks. Saphan Loy’s “Girl of the Week!”

Thanks for all the great suggestions for starting this new segment of the Saphan Loy blog. As long as there are batteries in my digital camera, I’ll keep working at it.

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ThaiPeeps Revisited

Posted in สะพานลอย with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 7, 2013 by สะพานลอย

Saphan Loy’s first foray into the blogging world was back in 2006. It’s hard to believe that we have been at it for seven years, and I suppose we can insert all sorts of cliches about the passage of time here. Much has changed in Thailand and the world in that time, and the red light blogs have eroded in both quality and content during that time as well. With miscreants like Big Baby Kenny Ng appearing on the scene, and the vicious attack on perhaps one of the finest Thailand nightlife blogs, the legendary MangoSauce, things really haven’t been the same since the 2000s.

Lek and I finally decided to revisit ThaiPeeps, which has always been there as a kind of archive of sorts. We cleaned up the way it looks to make it simpler, and removed any links to videos that have since been deleted or withdrawn from YouTube. Although we haven’t added any YouTube videos to ThaiPeeps in a long time, the Blogger platform nonetheless allows for continued uploading without any expense to yours truly. This is certainly one area that WordPress may wish to explore, although to be fair Blogger and YouTube are both owned by Google.

That said, I invite you to have a look around at some of the videos curated there. The one we’ve selected above still interests us, for purely intellectual reasons. And if you come across anything on YouTube that might be of interest, please send the link to be added to ThaiPeeps. For one person (or two if we count Lek), the task is too time consuming (i.e., looking at YouTube all day to separate the wheat from the chaff.)  Only Big Baby Kenny Ng has that kind of free time. But I am always happy to see something interesting, particularly if it offers a glimpse into the Thai worldview that is otherwise difficult to obtain.

Red Light Roundup

Nothing much happening in the Red Light whoreblogs, which partially explains the long absence. This week’s Stickman is worth a look, as he generally seems to do much better when he hands the microphone over to someone else. It could very well be that the people he tends to interview are infinitely more interesting than he is, which is probably not a significant hurdle to begin with. In this week’s column the owner of the former Mississippi Queen discusses the filming of the classic American war film The Deer Hunter (1978) at the bar and what it was like to meet with Robert De Niro in his suite at the Oriental, which is an interesting story indeed.

However, Stick also seems to have literally torn a page from the playlist of Bangkok Eyes, in that the subject this week is a somewhat historical journey into the past to what Patpong was like at a time when Professor Big Baby Kenny Ng was awaking from his very first wet dream. Generally, we prefer to visit Bangkok Eyes when we need our fill of historical pictures and the like, since our friend William R. Morledge has been documenting the history of the red-light districts of Bangkok since the very inception of Bangkok Eyes. It could also very well be that we will see many more such stories, which are likely efforts to stimulate the remaining brain cells of Stickman’s growing demographic of Viagra eaters and ailing pensioners.

In other news, Mobithailand, who is still alive and relatively well and blogging about his experiences in Pattaya, has suffered a few set-backs recently, including a harrowing financial ordeal that is probably more reflective of a disintegrating world economy than anything else. However he has completed his novel A Lust for Life and has made it available to anyone who knows how to make use of a computer, and also read the English language. That essentially eliminates anyone who comments on the Big Fat Baby Kenny Ng site. Anyway, Mobi also has received a mention on the Stickman site recently, which has significantly increased his traffic. Have a mosey on over to read about his continuing saga (and to see photographs of his very lovely Noo sitting on his piano bench).

We have it on good authority that it has been hot in Bangkok. Remain cool, put ice in your beer, and enjoy your water-making activities. Both indoors and out.

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