Prubangboy

I smoked pot with the Indian from The Village People. I respected him As a person; a Puerto Rican person pretending to be an Indian. I was in New York during the AID's era. I gave a lot of money. One time, I payed $10 to leaf through Madonna's SEX book for 2 minutes. I also hugged a fair few AID's people at street fairs in exchange for $5 donations. I went to AID's benefits at famous BDSM Leatherman haunts such as The Anvil, Mineshaft, and The Toilet (a rough night out, that one). I helped Keith Haring build a mini-golf course out of cardboard boxes for an AID's benefit. I stopped traffic and got arrested. Other than your dullsville, pub bore, sniffy decrying, what have you done for the gay man?

You don't like it. But you want to make fun of and express your revulsion at people who do. That's the exact opposite of to each their own. As long as I'm here, is a poke at the wink proof of gay leanings?

You moved to sex-land, and yet you retained the dull sexuality of a Mormon. Next up: You move to France. But only for the French fries.

Speaking of which, how come you can always show a woman riding a guy cowgirl-style, but never show a guy railing a woman who's bent over a chair? Always show a woman tying up a guy, but never the reverse? Who decided that these sex practices were anti-feminist? This prudish, PC airbrushing of sex is worse than having it thrust in my face, which I would actually prefer more of.

Wait a minute, Bob can still pull white women? Still?

They can assert all day, I'm just not that into their thing. Same with Jewish culture. Probably more Jewish-interest documentaries than any other belief system. No way am I tossing them 90 minutes. I like 70's era gay stories where they're going to Studio 54 or being Leathermen in Cruising, rather than current stories where they're having complicated problems with their families. Boys In The Band on Netflix is a great drama (again, redone from the 70's version). The Indian in The Village People was my neighbor. I wasn't even that into him. What gay characters or films have you enjoyed?

I ate there last year. I'll be over there soon, so will stick my head in.

As per the "comes but once a year" sentiment, I play this every year (the same genius wrote Patches):

Not too Christmassy, but The Dusit down by the Night Market does a great N.Thai kanom-style mixed platter of many regional bits and bobs for 500 baht. Def the best N. Thai menu I've had. The coffee and cake for 150 baht looks good too https://www.dusit.com/dusitd2-chiangmai/dining/special-pro-dec2023/

Your tireless advocacy of their 40 baht lunches has been inspiring. -My wife read a book by Chomsky (About the Sandinista's). Want to meet her?

When last I looked, Cigna was the best deal. Gen with insurance, bigger is better. They cover me here, and I get 90 days a year of international coverage folded into that.

OP down at the mosque: " "Not really feeling the whole wailing, yodeling Call To Prayer-thing. Do you have any AC/DC?". 'Hope he's caught this:

I was thrilled by Beatniks appearing in mid-60's tv shows, about 5 years after they peaked in real life. Maynard G Krebs was my god, Jethro's beatnik episode on the B-Hillibillies was surrealist genius (just re-watched it). To be a bongo-beating madman with a girlfriend with a severe fringe haircut who was very prone to impromptu interpretive dance -the hippies seemed sexless and dull by comparison.

As the young say, "Cool story, Bro". I just had dinner with a guy, 76 (so a mere five years older than me), who looked like he could be my dad. I wasn't smug, I was filled with dread: At any point, I can hit similar skids, fast. My 10 years-younger wife is more down than up ,healthwise, so that's another nagging reminder not waste my time on anger, stupidity, or whole cloth making up of imaginary Bing Crosby disputes.

More annoying is the very unrealistic diversity casting where the best friend has to be black, the cop is implausibly Chinese, and the doctor has to be an Indian. Netflix does this a lot. Gay-interest films seldom tempt me. I respect them as people, but their lives are not that compelling to me. Black people are in a similar category. I might watch a historical drama, but say, a Black-oriented comedy where large women call each other Girlfrien' a lot is a must to avoid.

On the other hand, Alfie-perfection:

Once that lower body part checks out, the rest of her is not far behind. If you've gone 3 months without decent sex (or worse, without any sex), that ship has sailed and is never coming back. Maybe google The Ick. It's irreversible.

On a divorce board I moderated, the big theme was Hope Is Your Enemy. And as many an expat here will agree, it absolutely was.

In retrospect, I agree with your astute observation. My newcomer Thai life attitude is that I find them charming in being a little slack in all ways and have some empathy that they're making such low dollars. But if I'm still here a few years from now, I can def see myself shifting more into your column.

Now I'm leaning 4 Seasons, Like 5K all in with the alcohol add-on and the ++. YOLO, as the kids say.

Georgina Spelvin was a gay woman. Prob still is. I have shaken her hand. Hope is expectation. Expectation is just disappointment in waiting. On RedPill they talk about copium, stuff you talk yourself into believing to make yourself feel better. Don't be that guy.

Nimman area of Chiang Mai is good fun for NYE. There will be bands at the Nimman1 mall, tons of vendors and food, and the streets behind it are low traffic for greater ambience. Also, the tourist mix skews Chinese and Japanese potheads, no prob no drunken fights.

Retire now on 80K a month and let that other 20K keep growing to cover inflation.

Does her "stolen" time even amount to $2? These are mostly older women, probably single moms, doing an unpleasant job of sheer tedium and drudgery. They're lucky if they see even half the massage fee. I expect a sub par experience on the cheap going in, rendered by minimally trained, disinterested ladies, and I am seldom disappointed. What incentive does a 50 year old broke and tired woman have to excel? It's a biz where repeat customers are few, and provides a mere pittance at best when they do very infrequently occur. Relatedly, on my corner there is a happy ending place with various tantric wanks on the menu. My favorite option is the offer to have 3 diff women do you one after another, while you are blindfolded. I'm convinced that it's actually the same women, perhaps wearing heavy shoes for one massage segment to convince you otherwise, and using different, Monty Python-eque voices throughout to sustain the illusion.