El sexo en Bangkok
Bangkok smells Sex. The city has that rascal shadow which seems to successfully sell the virginity of a dead body. Everything seems to be priced at the Bangkok lights out and smoke inside where it traffics perversions and bodies. Everything is possible in Bangkok, until a carrot out of the bowels of a young you split the already hot glass of whiskey you're drinking. I attest.
Birth that I have nothing against prostitution, the "go-go girls" or any activity related to sex. I know less honorable work to be a bitch or engage in sex shows. A no-brainer and topicazo with which to start any story related to prostitution to be very politically correct in wrong. Ie, I see no sin in sex without love (another obviousness that is well). I like and enjoy it like everyone. No use prostitution disinterest, not because they understand that sex can not be of use and enjoyment negotiable if both parties agree.
I know less honorable jobs to be fucking
Birth delivery also I like the freedom above everything and I seriously doubt that many of the prostitutes I've met, especially in poor countries with few outlets, They exercise their "office" freely. Unfreedom understood that when one lives in the country and is destined to marry an arranged marriage by parents with a man who probably treat you as a slave labor and sexual, go to town to get paid to do the same seems as reasonable as tax. In many cases they are taken to brothels with deceit and in others they contract debts with the "captors" that they cannot pay.. No exit. Nor can they return to their homes where they would be disowned.
Let's talk about sex and Bangkok (which I lived) After this long diatribe I do not know far has justification and far context. City, quizá por influencia de aquella Emmanuelle que nos hizo vibrar a todos en nuestra adolescencia en la que no existía internet es quizá la gran capital mundial del sexo. Uno llega a Bangkok, also, con un cierto regusto íntimo de entrar a ojear ese mundo prohibido.
Una noche decidimos pasear por uno de los barrios del sexo. Con nosotros venía una chica tailandesa, pareja de un amigo. Nos dirigimos a Soi Cowboy, un barrio en el que hay una calle llena de bares de Go-Go Girls. Antes de entrar en el “callejón del placer” uno ve decenas de lugares de masajes con “final feliz”, algunos con nombres tan sutiles como “End Smile”.
Todas llevan un número en la braga. Están marcadas
Tras dar una vuelta por la calle, very young girls crowded at the gates of the bars, We entered a local three-storey. On each floor, center, there are dozens of teenage girls looking, with a simple thong, dancing in a cage barely moving the body due to lack of space. All around there are always dozens of man drinking and looking. Todas llevan un número en la braga. Están marcadas.
We reached up. The face of our Thai friend is a profound surprise and sadness contained. I had never entered a Go-Go Bar. Some guys that British accent seem to see me I'll hand my partner and tell me ear "bad luck" (bad luck). I smile. Me, aesthetics, the faces of neglect and sadness of girls and the seedy atmosphere, the site seems a den charmless. I violent. I guess this place exists to excite. Do not get it.
I feel sorry for them and they, without any moral judgment, a group of drunkards with little aesthetic sense to pay for a bucket fuck if they pass the beers. We decided to go. Our Thai friend, I think between embarrassed and ashamed, says: "I am very sorry that this happen in my country. These girls come to town with a thousand promises. They are the field, as I was. It is very sad all ". The rest, shut up.
They are the field, as I was. It is very sad all
The penultimate night on the town, despite the bitter aftertaste of Soi Cowboy, We decided to go to the famous Pat Pong, neighborhood hookers and most famous sex Bangkok. Out of curiosity and because we feel that we can not leave without seeing the ping pong girls of all speak. Because we feel, we. We say the best time is between five and seven in the evening is when the buses arrive with Japanese and have fun before dinner. We were late.
There are hardly any people. There is a craft market and forgery against many local transvestites and girls. The atmosphere us again seem somewhat seedy. Finally a guy tells us he'll start a show of ping pong and let us go, which costs about 10 euro entry with glass. We followed by dark stairs and behind a curtain we found a lot worse than the worst place we had imagined. No one. There is little light. A DJ gets very loud music and will announce future actions. two girls, young people dancing in panties and bra on the track staring and just moving your shoulders.
There comes a kind of charge that we sit in seats, on tiers, grimy cloth and begins a show of different women who do not need to detail. Without any grace, excitation, beauty. We do not know whether to look, if you go, If you say stop all…
We do not know whether to look, if you go, If you say stop all…
We do not like by crass, because again the whole game of sex is actually a business devoid of eroticism, it is not even funny extravagant. They bring us two glasses of bad whiskey. Whenever a girl is just off the stage and tells us that if we invite a drink. It is an obvious trap and only accept a woman doing something older that I'm not sure why it gives me more pain than the rest. I guess that's your salary.
We see everything while the DJ announces that it will soon reach the famous ping pong girls. We want to leave and at the same time gives us worth doing for the girls. Show our displeasure we feel that it is somehow insult. When we say gesture from us to wait. Upload a woman with a carrot. It introduces inside and throws so hard that falls on our glasses. Everything is uncomfortable, ugly, boring, grotesque… We're.
I rise to pay and the woman in charge presents me with a bill far from the 10 Cup euros per person and the guy told me the street has increased 20. Change are almost 400 U.S. dollars. One type is placed near the door. I tell you I will not pay that, the agreement was 20 EUR. We discussed. In the account I want to charge each actación we have seen. Subo tone. No one there. The security guy really does not move. I tell the woman I'll just give that money, I put on the bar, and if you want more call the police. I turn and I go. Nobody does anything to stop it. I suppose, by their cries, I insult in Thai several times. Left that fucking antrum.
Painful, boring, dirty, unfair…: the lucrative sex trade in Bangkok.
