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We were at Simon Cabaret on Friday night here in Phuket. You
know 30 lady boys and 30 Thai guy’s cabaret show - all playbacks. It was funny.
My girlfriend said it’s pretty sad she could spend any number of hours making herself
look pretty but would still look less fortunate than those lady boys. I confronted
her stating she had a real pussy – for better or worse. She looked at me like
chewing over what I just said, nodded and looked back towards the stage. After
a moment she turned back to me and whispered: “And I have much nicer boobs!” which
she certainly had. “You know, tying a robe behind your head and taking a
benji-jumb would lift your face a bit too…” I continued and faced a bolting
bird just about to knock my head of like a good damned woodpecker. “Fuck you
too,” she hissed.
I do have to wonder though. These guys dancing at the
Cabaret looked more like faintly undulating snag of logs. Hands protruding out
like some “extra” branches waiting to be smartened up for the party that ought to be
following the performance… but no, still hanging there idle. “You know if they
felt like dancing would they not take their hands to the party too?” My friend
glanced at me and laughed. “Yeah, looks a bit dumb.”
I had to say the past two days of being Gary had been a
blast. I never thought before being Gary could be so much fun. I know, Gary’s
of this world remind you of beardy, hairy, bald, and chubby men on their 40’s. I
made a much better Gary. And that French did agree. I truly hope the real Gary
got a bang for himself too – I knew it couldn’t have been better but for the
pity – and for gratitude. We had fucked 48hrs in a row excluding momentary
feeding sessions, provided by discreet room service at our hotel. He flew out this
morning – back to France, back to his girlfriend, back to misery. I truly felt sorry for him and his poor pussy-bird.
I hate dishonestly, I could never live with myself if I'd that be dishonest to
anyone. Thus, I have refrained from making promises I cannot keep. That is as simple
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I met a wonderful woman today at the poolside. She was
having a short break from work with her daughter. Delightful company at the
poolside where we emptied few glasses of wine (They call it wine here) or
bottle or two. Well, one shouldn’t count what one drinks. The important thing
was that we had a good laugh. She possessed this marvelous sense of humor and
an eye for spotting gay guys at the poolside. It really helped a lot. I am not hopeless
but not an expert either. Anything that moves is a potential target but you
know all this wasted energy without properly targeting it is kind of useless. I
needed a trained eye – and who’s better in spotting gays than women. Some
women are hopeless in spotting gays. Some are inerrable. She was – well much
better than a mediocre.
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Some of the poolside lobsters were horrendous. I think it’s
really been a while since I’ve seen so many fat people at once. All supercharged
into sunbathing chairs next to each other made this slick hotel pool area look
like a meet store with lost lobsters tucked away into a remote location to burn to death - out
of sight. Well they were not out of sight, they were THE sight - not a requested sight I must say but all lying shamelessly there regardless. Gosh I hated fat people –
Could they just loose those extra pounds and look decent!
I emptied my (yes, I do not count anymore) glass and plunged
in. I paddled to the end of the pool to see this nice guy down there. He’d seen
me with my girlfriend at the pool area everyday so he unsuspectingly let me
paddle all-too-close to him. We chatted and laughed. His girlfriend had gone to
the beauty parlor and I suggested we’d go for a beer at my terrace which he
agreed. He must have guessed what was in my mind because as I had closed the
door behind me he had dropped his pants and asked if he could take a quick shower.
I agreed to that with only one pre-requisite – I must accompany him. He winked
and we took a shower. The rest is self-explanatory.
Cheerio! J
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