Bangkok Baby is the Inside Story of Ladyboys the popular TV series.
The story relates one man’s experiences after arriving in Bangkok in 2010.
Ladyboys the TV show began like this: Evening on Convent Street in Silom.
It’s hot, fucking hot and humid and just getting dark and I am sweating as I listen to question after question as we stand on the road together.
She is back in my bed again.
She is back in my heart again.
As we exit the MRT at Huay Kwang the sky is heavy.
‘It rain’, she says.
‘Storm come’, I say.
I ask her why she wants to pray.
‘I think you know Dawid’.
I have no idea but I feel nervous for a reason I cannot tell.
Annie’s tight, round ass is rolling in time with the Isaan music blasting across the seated throng. You hold her hips clad in her little denim shorts. She dances raising her hands in the archetypal V sign adopted by all Thai people. She thrusts her ass in your face, laughs and tells you she loves you as you kiss and drink together.
I look at her one last time before leaving. Her smooth skin, provocative neo-amazonian jaw-line and her bottom, stealing from beneath the covers like my favourite little moon. A glimpse of pubic hair on a round little olive belly as the music begins playing through my earphones and I close the door on the best girl I have ever known.
I had a reckoning in Bangkok late last night.
Travis rode the silver bullet over the Chonburi state line to be where the action was.
Across the city Beauty shares a cab with J to the hangout on 22.
The made men sit drinking warm beer in the evenings soft heat
The New Yorker pulls into town figures it all out from the signs in the book of Leviticus.
He carries it for the benefit of the strangers that sojourn in this holy land. Keeping the laws of the jungle at bay is a life’s work.
I knew something big was going to happen today.
I came up from a deep sleep to alert, gasping for breath. I was dreaming about falling and just before I hit the ground I woke up . . . and started laughing to myself . . . I couldn’t stop laughing. I was lying in the bedroom of the Royal Asia Hotel, Sukhumvit soi 8, Bangkok.
In the cab you look at her face again and you want her, in the worst way a man can want a Ladyboy. Her lipstick is ‘fuck-me red’ and you play your dirtiest arse-fucking video through one time in your head. You and she are the stars of the show.
The sound of a farang shouting at a bar girl who has poured too much coke in his drink makes you look to your left and the Big Dog bar.
The girl speaks no English so perhaps this is among her first weeks in Bangkok.