Love in the Time of Covid
Note to self.
The sex industry didn’t die in Thailand with Covid.
It kept on flourishing.
The sex industry has and always will be set up primarily for the Thais.
For every bubble bath massage joint you see in the Red Light Areas, there are giant bubble bath massage joints catering exclusively to the Thai male clientele.
There are even go-go bars where only the Thais go.
They will fuck you.
The dancers I mean.
They don’t care.
You just need to speak the language…..
Bullshit, two fingers, flash a thousand baht note, and that qualifies as the art of negotiation.
The white man is a dying breed of sex tourists.
We either died or grew tired.
The white supremest are shrinking.
The English scum who use to hang out at the rigging bars on Washington Square are left out in the cold.
They can’t deal with the fact that Thai hookers are holding hands with cashed-up Indians who immigrated to Australia and are making big coin selling solar.
‘Fucking Paki bastards.’
They don’t even know the difference between Indians and Pakis.
‘All curry munchers, sod off.’
Thailand is growing up.
It’s not as picky as it use to be.
Thailand has been left out in the cold.
No more dead buffalos, grandmother sick, boyfriend on sideline wanting a new motorbike, having five guys on the take at the same time.
Or is it still going on?
An Indian wearing a polo shirt, with his collar up, hand draped over a Thai hooker, is the 'new' Indian man.
The look on his face is victory.
The white man can eat dal, for all he cares.
He’s earned his stripes.
He’s a certified sex tourist.
And it riles the old-timers, the whites who have ruled the Pattaya roost for so long.
Now they find the Indians who walk these streets paved with whores are more cashed up than them.
Making matters worse, they are more cashed up than them because they are taking the lowly paid work of janitors or security guards in Australia.
‘They fucking take all the soft jobs, the fucking Paki bastards….’
Doesn’t matter, they are getting the chicks and all you are getting are old fading memories when Pattaya was your dirty little secret and only the initiated could ever get a chance to smell those crusty soiled knickers…
I wonder if this is the sign of the times, the so-called 'New Normal' in Thailand's vibrant sex industry?
