Glazed Eyes.
Patpong,Bangkok. I did go there for a reason.
Of course, I didn't expect to attain the same enlightenment equivalent to the Nirvana that Buddha did.
Here,the strip/live-sex shows also known as "Tiger Shows" are noticeably shoddier than the strip club I went to in Melbourne last year. The Star of the show was a Nordic Blonde with long,long leg's that would put Jack's Beanstalk to shame. The carefully choreographed and perfectly executed moves were stunning enough to put a Russian Olympic Gymnast to shame.
We've heard quite a bit about the sex shows. Taxi drivers solicited us, them gesticulating,wildly in hope that it would be descriptive enough to whet our interest. When all that failed, they took out a card with the goods/services up for sale.
" BOY MAKE LOVE GIRL "
" GIRL MAKE LOVE GIRL"
And of course when they played their trump, with the nearly completed transexual masterpieces, known as katoeys. Their description, " Snip,Snip" pointing to their chests, and groin.
We didn't go with them, but instead headed down ourselves. The streets were lined with girls, sitting by the roadside. It wasn't long before a crowd of live-show pimps, zeroed in on us. We were taken to a dodgy place, with the same menacing air that one might associate with an illegal underground gambling den. Grubby and sinisterly smokey.
It was a small place, slightly reminscent of the clautrophobic clubs along Mohamed Sultan Road. Club III, if you guys remember.There was a round stage in the middle. With 3 poles. The bulk of the main acts came from girls pulling objects out of their nether regions. From glow-in-the-dark knooted latex hankerchief types ( the sort magicians use), strings of pseudo mini-osh-koshs,ping pong balls (which one of my friend thought was a certain demonstration on how to concoct a Lychee Martini/ to smoking a cigarette/drawing with a marker using their birth canals). Admittedly, I vaguely fascinated, but soon got bored, as with all things repetitive.
I was more interested in watching a pot-bellied Aussie, fondle the boobs of one of the women there. Teasing him with a slightly calculative air. His leer also of a similar calculative edge - knowing that he could grab all he wanted without paying, as long as he decided not to shag her for the night.
Soon,a rude specimen of man, that of countrified calibre who seemed to be of Chinese/Vietnamese origin,was openly gawking and pointing. If actions could be directly translated into sounds - he'd be positively squawking. He opened his eyes so wide, I really couldn't help but feel like poking them out with a fork. He even tried to take a picture with his cell. When I thought his eyeballs couldn't pop out further, I was proven wrong again - when couple on stage started having sex.
It was mechanical. Every two thrusts,they turned like 25 geomentrical degrees,just so that the audience could see - perfunctory customer satisfaction policy. Finesse didn't make her appearance in any part of the acts.
Hip Hop/ RnB tunes not alien to that of a Uni Bash blasted, while they wiggled their hips. I found it amusingly ironic, that the setting minus the explicit acts, would be like that of the JC parties I attended couple years back. How different.
One of the women struck me. Though,I wasn't surprised. I had never seen a jaw so strong, nor eyes so hard, her lips curled into a sneer, as she slowly detached her mind from what her body was doing. Older of the lot - the other girls, younger - still had a bounce in them, trying to squeeze out a certain degree of appreciation(absolutely interchangeable in their terms with superfluous lechery.)from the audience.
The audience was mostly made up of curious tourists,and a small portion of actually lecherous men. Couples in the audience, the female counterpart, squeezing their eyes shut, or looking away in embarrassment as the night progressed. One of them even walked out.
Later in the night,a hairy Indian man became the object of my attention. Wedding ring noted. I think Pfizer would have a field day could milking Viagra essence concentrate from him. He was so amorous, that the moment he sat down, he was pawing the same woman ( with the aussie ) so vigorously that I became alarmed.The same vermin also wanted to take (unwelcome) part in audience participation - when another white college kid at the performer's request had to stick a ping pong ball up her fanny.
Like a Doberman let loose in a SPAM factory.
The nudity didn't faze me as I observed the different behaviors that were on display that night, nor did the explicit sexual acts. I was far more concerned in processing the scene going round me. Almost surreal.
I don't think I pitied/sympathized with any of the women.I don't think they wanted to be sympathized/pitied either. Though the thought of entertaining with the purpose of being a circus act, wrankled me. Irony being - that I also came with a degree of curiosity. I almost hate myself for satisfying that curiosity.
I watched them impassively as they watched me.
Glazed eyes.
That I remember quite clearly. I won't forget either.
Of course, I didn't expect to attain the same enlightenment equivalent to the Nirvana that Buddha did.
Here,the strip/live-sex shows also known as "Tiger Shows" are noticeably shoddier than the strip club I went to in Melbourne last year. The Star of the show was a Nordic Blonde with long,long leg's that would put Jack's Beanstalk to shame. The carefully choreographed and perfectly executed moves were stunning enough to put a Russian Olympic Gymnast to shame.
We've heard quite a bit about the sex shows. Taxi drivers solicited us, them gesticulating,wildly in hope that it would be descriptive enough to whet our interest. When all that failed, they took out a card with the goods/services up for sale.
" BOY MAKE LOVE GIRL "
" GIRL MAKE LOVE GIRL"
And of course when they played their trump, with the nearly completed transexual masterpieces, known as katoeys. Their description, " Snip,Snip" pointing to their chests, and groin.
We didn't go with them, but instead headed down ourselves. The streets were lined with girls, sitting by the roadside. It wasn't long before a crowd of live-show pimps, zeroed in on us. We were taken to a dodgy place, with the same menacing air that one might associate with an illegal underground gambling den. Grubby and sinisterly smokey.
It was a small place, slightly reminscent of the clautrophobic clubs along Mohamed Sultan Road. Club III, if you guys remember.There was a round stage in the middle. With 3 poles. The bulk of the main acts came from girls pulling objects out of their nether regions. From glow-in-the-dark knooted latex hankerchief types ( the sort magicians use), strings of pseudo mini-osh-koshs,ping pong balls (which one of my friend thought was a certain demonstration on how to concoct a Lychee Martini/ to smoking a cigarette/drawing with a marker using their birth canals). Admittedly, I vaguely fascinated, but soon got bored, as with all things repetitive.
I was more interested in watching a pot-bellied Aussie, fondle the boobs of one of the women there. Teasing him with a slightly calculative air. His leer also of a similar calculative edge - knowing that he could grab all he wanted without paying, as long as he decided not to shag her for the night.
Soon,a rude specimen of man, that of countrified calibre who seemed to be of Chinese/Vietnamese origin,was openly gawking and pointing. If actions could be directly translated into sounds - he'd be positively squawking. He opened his eyes so wide, I really couldn't help but feel like poking them out with a fork. He even tried to take a picture with his cell. When I thought his eyeballs couldn't pop out further, I was proven wrong again - when couple on stage started having sex.
It was mechanical. Every two thrusts,they turned like 25 geomentrical degrees,just so that the audience could see - perfunctory customer satisfaction policy. Finesse didn't make her appearance in any part of the acts.
Hip Hop/ RnB tunes not alien to that of a Uni Bash blasted, while they wiggled their hips. I found it amusingly ironic, that the setting minus the explicit acts, would be like that of the JC parties I attended couple years back. How different.
One of the women struck me. Though,I wasn't surprised. I had never seen a jaw so strong, nor eyes so hard, her lips curled into a sneer, as she slowly detached her mind from what her body was doing. Older of the lot - the other girls, younger - still had a bounce in them, trying to squeeze out a certain degree of appreciation(absolutely interchangeable in their terms with superfluous lechery.)from the audience.
The audience was mostly made up of curious tourists,and a small portion of actually lecherous men. Couples in the audience, the female counterpart, squeezing their eyes shut, or looking away in embarrassment as the night progressed. One of them even walked out.
Later in the night,a hairy Indian man became the object of my attention. Wedding ring noted. I think Pfizer would have a field day could milking Viagra essence concentrate from him. He was so amorous, that the moment he sat down, he was pawing the same woman ( with the aussie ) so vigorously that I became alarmed.The same vermin also wanted to take (unwelcome) part in audience participation - when another white college kid at the performer's request had to stick a ping pong ball up her fanny.
Like a Doberman let loose in a SPAM factory.
The nudity didn't faze me as I observed the different behaviors that were on display that night, nor did the explicit sexual acts. I was far more concerned in processing the scene going round me. Almost surreal.
I don't think I pitied/sympathized with any of the women.I don't think they wanted to be sympathized/pitied either. Though the thought of entertaining with the purpose of being a circus act, wrankled me. Irony being - that I also came with a degree of curiosity. I almost hate myself for satisfying that curiosity.
I watched them impassively as they watched me.
Glazed eyes.
That I remember quite clearly. I won't forget either.
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