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Utterly Shameless

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For those of you who still think that  Sargent  Shameless is an alter ego I created, today I offer some evidence to the contrary.   You see, out of nowhere, the Sargent confronted me with this highly personal questionnaire knowing  very well that although I am a private sort of chap it would be awkward for me to refuse his request.  So I pour my heart and soul into answering the questions as best as I can, and what do I get in return from the Sargent?  Snappy one liners mocking my thoughtful answers. Would I put myself through this if I was in control of the Sargent’s persona?  Definitely not.  I am thinking I should have ignored him and his  questions, but I do get him to tell the world about his entertaining personal life, so it’s only fair that I tell something about my own.  So , here I am more raw and vulnerable than ever before (and never again Shameless!).

I was very impressed by the Captain´s follow-up piece to my reflections on Thailand´s ladyboy boom.  His own reflections are underpinned by years of experience and expertly drafted showing his fans why he is the CAPTAIN and I a mere Sargent. Well, at least the Captain admitted that I am not just a big hairy dick on legs seeking at all times to lodge inside sweet girlie-boys butt cheeks.  I would like to further establish my credentials as a visionary on ladyboy buggering by challenging the Captain as follows:
10 Straightforward questions the world is dying to know about the Captain:
 (followed by your Sargent´s TAKE on the unexpectedly (for me!) candid responses by our sweet and sensitive Captain.)

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1.At what age did you have your first ladyboy experience? 

I was very young! Young enough never to have heard of ladyboys. But this was pre-internet. Unless you travelled to the Far East you were unaware of their existence. I saw my first ladyboys in Singapore, in the old Bugis Street. I did not know what they were. But what I did know was, that they looked gorgeous and they came on really strong at you. For a young English guy, on his first Far East trip, recently married as I was at the time but deeply unhappy because the relationship wasn’t working, it was all heady stuff. Were these girls really girls? What was under those dresses? It really wasn’t difficult to find out.

The Sargent´s TAKE: It sounds like the 1974 classic movie “Emmanuelle” but starring a confused Brit instead of the sexy Sylvia Kristel.
2.Had you previously had sex with anyone with a penis?  If not, did you think about it?

No, I hadn’t. I hadn’t even seen anyone else’s penis, except under changing-room conditions or during the wanking-off sessions that nasty, stinky little English schoolboys get up to. I hadn’t even thought about it, except to idly wonder from time to time, as we all do I suppose, what it would be like to be in the girl position. But I never fantasised about it. Never thought about performing fellatio on anyone. My thoughts were entirely about girls, and I was obsessed by them like any other normal youngster. I quite simply did not, and do not, like men. I find men to be physically repulsive. I knew very few people of my own age who were gay, and those I did know didn’t talk about their preferences. People didn’t in those days. captain outrageous, shameless
The word “gay” wasn’t even in general use then. There were a few middle-aged homosexuals around, but they kept themselves to themselves. In my very early days as a foreign correspondent I remember fending off the advances of a Saudi taxi driver, and of a Swedish man in a Stockholm bathhouse. Incidents like these were so rare that they made good stories for later. That shows you how sheltered a life I must have led. The only indicator that I can fish up out of my memory as to the future course of my preferences was an absolute obsession about girls’ bottoms. I could fall in love with a girl because of the shape of her fully-clad bum. And I certainly fantasised about having anal intercourse with girls. But this was a far more straitlaced era and it was difficult enough to find a girl who would have ordinary sex with me, never mind about taking it up her rear end. Suddenly, from a rather stuffy and buttoned-down English background, in Singapore I was in an extraordinarily erotic environment. The exoticism overwhelmed me. I’ve always, throughout my entire life, been up and ready for adventure. Thus it all started…The funny thing is, that although I had never given much thought to penises, they have become another obsession. The cock is an extraordinarily beautiful and exciting thing. A ladyboy with a lively cock – it doesn’t even have to be very big – is breathlessly exciting for me.

The Sargent´s TAKE: In brief: the Captain went for ladyboys because the women in his life were not surrendering their poop chutes to him; in the process, he discovered he liked Sai Krok (big, juicy Thai sausage).

3.Your photoshoots are unique in that they show models more raw and boyish than any of the other websites. Does this denote your own preference or those of your members?  Are you personally more into passable ladyboys or feminised boys?

captain outrageous, shamelessI have to say that it is the young ladyboys, still boyish yet with a feminine aura, that I find the most attractive. It is the natural blending of the sexes that I find alluring. I don’t really go for the heavily made-up ladyboys, or the over-the-top types. I don’t find young boys per se attractive. If they are very pretty and demure and slightly feminine, sometimes. But boyish boys, no. It comes back to my distaste for masculinity. The litmus test for how you feel about boys and girls is who you find yourself looking at when you are out in the streets: boys or girls. For me, it is and always has been girls. But when a teenage boy dresses as a girl, puts on a little makeup and sheds his masculine aura, then my interest switches. And this really can only happen at a young age. Once the feminised boy crests the age of 20 or so, the time is gone. She can go on and become a devastatingly sexy ladyboy, of course. But not a femboy.

The Sargent´s TAKE: The Captain likes young girlie-boys and is happy to share his interest with you.

4.Having got to know so many outstanding ladyboys, how have you managed to remain unattached?

captain outrageous, shamelessI think it is the sheer number. And the fact that ladyboys are always available. A ladyboy will never decline sex unless she really has a valid reason. When there are so many, it becomes difficult to manage time, never mind about managing a relationship. If that sounds a little presumptuous, so be it. I have fallen for a few over the years, but the current has always been flowing so strongly that my feelings have been overwhelmed. It is only when I look back at the photographs I took at the time that I can bring back the emotions I felt then. But ladyboys change physically, and quickly. That gorgeous, seductive 18-year-old will become almost unrecognisable within a handful of years. Typically, she will by her mid twenties be thinking about her future, about entering the mainstream as a woman, about opening a small business in her home town. She certainly won’t be the person you fell for a few years previously. Anyone entering into a relationship needs to think ahead.

The Sargent´s TAKE: The Captain is wallowing like a pig in shit.

5.If you had to choose between having sex only with genetic women or with ladyboys for the rest of your life, which one would you choose? Please give a brief rationale for your choice.
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It has been a while now, a couple of years, since I had sex with a genetic girl. I can’t say I’ve missed it that much. On the other hand I travel overseas regularly, and whenever I get to my destination I immediately start to miss ladyboys so much that I begin counting the days to my return. When I do get back, in the taxi in from the airport I’m on the phone making arrangements for the evening. I think that says my mind and body is telling me something. So, as long as I get to look at genetic girls, I could live very happily with only ladyboys.

The Sargent´s TAKE: The Captain is long past the point of no return!
6.  Do you relish ladyboys more for the sex or the access they allow you into their fascinating world?

captain outrageous, shamelessTheir world is fascinating, certainly. I like to find out all I can. But it has to be said that many ladyboys just don’t want to talk about it. They have made a decision and they have accepted it, and it no longer seems so strange to them. Much of my information and insight comes from regular sources, ladyboys who are real friends and who I have known for a long time. So I have to say that most encounters are for that explosion of sex, and once it is over I am happy for my friend to be on her way.

The Sargent´s TAKE: For the Captain access into a ladyboy´s world is pretty much the same as access into a ladyboy´s ass.
7.  Roughly, what percent of the models you photograph for the Captain Outrageous website do you have sex with? We know you don´t have time and have to remain professional, blah blah blah…but surely you must help the poor models clean up the little groin mess you make them do…please spill the beans.

The percentage is actually small but the number I photograph is very large! Many of them I do not feel attracted to. And then there is the fact that while she is being provocative, the model would certainly be up for sex if I was to put the camera aside. But once she has shot a load, then she has lost interest. As one does. She wants to get off home, or to work, or see her friends. Whatever. I do help them clean up. I do like to gently squeeze a slippery cock and run my fingers through pubic hair that is dripping with cum. captain outrageous, shameless
I do follow them into the shower, if they don’t show any signs of objecting. I do like to watch their little bottoms twinkling as they scurry into the bathroom. If I like her I will ask her back. Then I have the very pleasant anticipation, knowing what she can do, having seen it all up very close, and knowing that shortly it will all be mine. But I do have to admit that sometimes the shoot has been so highly charged that I can’t stop myself, and off come the clothes and the model has a little extra work to do. It seldom takes up much of her time! I think the point I have made before about not having sex with the models has referred to the fact that I never stop a photoshoot simply to gratify myself. I’m actually quite a self-disciplined person, believe it or not. Whatever does happen, happens after.

The Sargent´s TAKE: The Captain DOES fuck his models during the shoots (but not nearly as often as I would!).
8.Is there any sex act you would do to a ladyboy that you would not let her do to you and vice-versa?
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No. I have always maintained that if you like someone enough to take off your clothes and get into bed with them, then acting prim and proper and saying “I’m not doing THAT” is not really acceptable. I used to make the same case to the genetic girls I went to bed with, the English girls mainly. I might just as well have been talking to myself. Sex is as much about pleasing your partner as it is pleasing yourself. I have done pretty well everything. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, and so on. I would hate to think there is an experience I have missed.

The Sargent´s TAKE: Over the years, the Captain has taken the equivalent of one case of beer in ladyboy semen and the length of a horse racetrack in ladyboy cock.

 9.  Although you must have been with, I can only guess, several hundreds of ladyboys you never mention any really wild stuff (group sex, girl and ladyboy sex, fucking the maid and/or her ladyboy son, crazy BKK nights, drugs, booze, fights).  Are you really a quiet type or is there a wilder part of your life you choose not to share?
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I went through some wild stuff with genetic girls a long time ago, with crazy nights in Bangkok and Manila and Jakarta and Hong Kong. Group sex and foursomes and twosomes and sessions with lesbians…and there was the time in Manila when a furious girlfriend set fire to my hotel room…but I digress. Somehow I don’t feel the need to do that with ladyboys. The intensity of having sex with one ladyboy is something to be savoured. Often two together. But if I was going crazy, then I would miss the intensely erotic experience. A beautiful ladyboy or femboy is for me an incredible high. No drugs, I’ve never touched them, never even learned how to smoke ordinary tobacco. Booze, no, I’ve done my bit in the past to support the breweries, distillers and vineyards, but my system rebelled at some point and nowadays the stuff just sends me to sleep. As for my maid, you have never seen my maid!

The Sargent´s TAKE: The Captain didn´t deny he fucked the maid´s ladyboy son… I KNEW he had done it!…

10.On a deeper existential level is the ladyboy addiction a blessing or a curse?
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I would say it is a curse. It means that I am shackled to Thailand. I could go elsewhere, to the Philippines or Indonesia or South America, but I think that Thai ladyboys are simply the most beautiful. Also, as I speak something of the language and have a little understanding of the culture, their world is open to me to a degree that it wouldn’t be if I was somewhere else. In another ladyboy country, I would be just another john.

The Sargent´s TAKE: The Captain´s curse would be a blessing to most of us! Thanks for the candid answers! Long live the Captain!

The mechanics of masturbation

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It really cannot be that easy, wanking off while someone is standing over you with a camera. That thought occurs to me from time to time, as I stand hunched like Quasimodo over a ladyboy who is pulling and pulling at her cock, trying desperately to reach the elusive point where the reflex is triggered and the semen starts its way through the plumbing system.

“Daeg lao!” she might utter, which translates as “broken now” and I concentrate hard, waiting for the spurts of white cum that will follow over the next few seconds.

But, as I say, it can’t be easy. Especially if the ladyboy in question is taking hormones. Especially if she has spent all night with a demanding customer who is enchanted by the fact that his “girl” can cum more times than he can. Especially if she has no stimulus, and here I often get asked if I have any gay magazines in the house that she can look at to get in the mood. I don’t. It doesn’t occur to me to buy gay magazines, until I get asked by a ladyboy trying to get her dick up and running, and then I think, must do that later. Then of course I forget.

When you are shooting as many photos and videos as I do, you become very finely tuned to the mechanics of masturbation. I can look at a flaccid dick and think, yes, that one will work fine; or, no, that is not going to do very much. I’m not always right, of course. But then again, I’m not often wrong.

I watch very closely, trying not to be too off-putting, as she works herself up to a good hard one. And as she progresses, it is not just her cock that I watch for the signs, it is her body language: the curling of the toes, the movements of her feet, the twitching of her legs, the rippling of her stomach muscles, the biting of her lip. Sometimes the head of her cock will change colour shortly before the spurt. Sometimes, a cock will lose some of its hardness just before shooting: with others, it becomes even bigger and harder. Sometimes the pre-cum will signal the moment, with that inviting squelchy sound made by fluid and foreskin.

Then there is the magnitude and volume of the spurt. Sometimes I am awed by the white fountain and the flying droplets. Or it might be a thin jet, hitting nipples and chin, or even a fine spray, going over tummy and thighs and bed sheets. Other times it is simply a pumping out of thick white fluid onto black pubic hair and brown tummy, and that’s fine by me too. But hormones will reduce the amount and the whiteness, so that maybe it’s only a colourless trickle, or maybe an oozing up of a very small volume, or even just a slight stickiness that I don’t immediately notice, especially if it has emerged into the palm of a hand. 

But sometimes, even I get bored. Especially in the case of shooting a video, and the wanking session goes on and on. I don’t dare relax, because if I missed the event I would spend the rest of the day kicking myself. Afterwards, I sit at the computer and look back at the long minutes of not very much happening, except for the frantic pulling and pumping. Sadly, I discard most of it except for some exceptional clips or angles or facial expressions.captain outrageous, ladyboy apple

Last weekend I was shooting a video and the model had been working her dick especially hard. Eventually, she stopped. I looked at the poor, reddened thing lying on her tummy. I think you had better have  a rest, I said, and put the camera down. She played listlessly with her cock for a couple of minutes, and it came back up hard. Then with a couple of swift hand movements, while I was still scrambling for the camera and the “on” switch, she came. Not much, but it was something. I just about caught it. 

That was easy, eh? I said. She gave me a sweet little smile. Then she fell asleep. I left her there in bed for half an hour. She  had worked hard. She deserved a snooze. 

Bib and tuck

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I watched a ladyboy wanking off this afternoon, and when she had finished, as she leaned against the wall gasping, I told her with genuine admiration that she had a big cock. I suppose it’s because you exercise it every day? I said.

“No,” she replied, earnestly. “It’s because I have to pull hard every day and tuck between my legs. Lot of ladyboy have same problem.”

I was a bit doubtful about the pulling having any effect on dick length, but she did have a point about the tucking away. Ladyboys have to do something to hide the bulge. Imagine a ladyboy bulging out of tight jeans, or suddenly experiencing a tent-like erection in a cotton frock. Well, personally, I like the idea: but of course it would rather spoil the illusion that the ladyboy was all girl.

I’m not sure if KC3 still do so, but in years gone by they would always insist that their dancers tape their dicks well back between their legs so that they didn’t suddenly stand up and burst out of their pants while on stage. This was very unattractive, because the sticky tape left a residue. Time and again I would have someone turn up for a photoshoot and I would discover tell-tale traces of sticky tape. You work at Bar King don’t you, I would say.

“Yes! How you know?”

The residue was often almost invisible, but the studio lights pick it up and it’s a real nuisance. Difficult to remove, too. Often we would stop while I applied soap and water and then scraped it away with a finger nail. But that didn’t work too well, and it was easier to get rid of the marks later on screen, using Photoshop.

If you look at a naked ladyboy from the rear, when she has her cock tucked up between her legs, the effect is rather startling. A good big one will be staring back at you from directly beneath a cute little bottom, and as soon as you reach out a tentative hand to stroke it, it will vanish and swing up into the action position on the other side. Quite good fun, actually, on a lazy weekend afternoon.captain outrageous, ladyboy cherie

Some ladyboys are so adept at this trick of pulling their cock back between their legs that they produce a neat little dimple that looks for all the world like a pussy. I remember one girl who could do this very effectively, and she would stand in the mirror admiring herself and saying, “I just like lady, yes?”

Well, she was until I gently ran my hand down her bottom and gave the protruding length a gentle squeeze, whereupon of course the serpent would release itself and rise up in front of her. Some lady, I would tell her. I thought you were a real girl. Cue helpless giggles from my friend, and an irresistible urge on my part to get her to shoot a load, by whichever means were uppermost in my mind at the time.

I’ve said it before…real girls can’t do that.

Secret service


I was shooting a video of Jeuw a few days ago, and I asked her what she was doing nowadays. The last time I had met her, a year ago, she had been working in a Patpong music bar as a singer. She told me she was now a sales promoter and demonstrator in a large department store: one of those girls who hands out product samples and then offers you the product at a bargain price. “But I still go Patpong sometimes,” she said with a big smile.

This in turn made me smile. I could well imagine her, nicely made-up and very feminine, being an efficient sales promoter. Jeuw is slightly built and she looks and sounds good, and could easily pass as a genetic girl. What, I wondered, would shoppers think if they discovered that underneath that neat little corporate dress she had a neat little dick that was very active? Or that the previous evening she had been stripping in front of me and wanking off for my movie camera, and that her video would be seen all over the world?

I do like the idea of having a secret life. I have one myself. Very few people other than the ladyboy community know what I do, and to most people I am just an ordinary bloke who seems at times to be feverishly busy for no discernible reason.

Jeuw’s own secret life has her sneaking off to Patpong after a hard day schmoozing shoppers, where she hopes to entice a wealthy farang to give her a quick one up the rear entry. Come to think of it, her sales technique is equally invaluable in both jobs.

Taking this idea of a secret life even further, I bet there aren’t too many people who know that you are reading this. Or that you like ladyboys, or at least that you like the idea of ladyboys. We are, after all, very sensitive about the impressions others form about us. This is particularly the case with our sexual preferences. I remember, after first discovering ladyboys, making an unwise mention of my experience in a London pub. After that, I kept my lip buttoned for years until the internet came along, when to my great surprise I discovered there were a lot of other people around who had similar experiences, and tastes, as myself.

I remember too a few years ago a wealthy friend organising a party in his Bangkok penthouse, to which he invited a select number of friends and a whole bar-full of Nana Plaza girls (genetic girls, I mean). The evening predictably turned into an orgy, with most of his guests quite willing to be seen by their friends doing what comes naturally with the girls.

My wealthy friend, who was also heavily into ladyboys, as were a significant number of his party guests, next announced that he was going to hold a similar event the following month at which he would employ only ladyboys. Despite the personal inclinations of most of those invited, no one wanted to attend. The party was cancelled.

Lesson: Guys are quite happy for their friends to see them fucking a genetic girl but are distinctly shy about being seen playing with a ladyboy’s cock. We all have our little secrets, and are quite happy to see them remain that way.

Raising the bar

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Following on from Sargeant Shameless’s posting last week, I thought I would add my two bahts’ worth on the increasing popularity of ladyboy bars.

They date back only to the early-mid Nineties. KC3, which had been the original King’s Castle girlie go-go bar, became a ladyboy bar round about 1993-94. I had used it as my regular Patpong watering hole for many years before that, when it was GGs only, and it was a good bar. I used to make a habit of calling in directly after work, walking up from the office on Silom Road and plonking myself down by happy coincidence just as the girls were arriving. I would sit in the bar, which would be almost empty, while they got changed: there wasn’t enough room in the toilets, which doubled as their changing rooms, so they peeled off in the bar. They certainly weren’t shy, and it was the best free show in town.

I used to enjoy chatting and joking with them, and I also got to know about technicalities, such as the fact the girls actually had to clock in. There was a clock in one of the neighbouring restaurants, I think it was the Derby King, and they had to punch a card before they went into the bar. It might well be there still: some things don’t change much in Patpong.

King’s Castle was the most popular bar, as it had the most and the best girls. The King’s Castle group expanded, opening King’s Castle I and II on the other side of the soi, and the original was switched to ladyboys. At around the same time a ladyboy bar named Limelight opened up in Patpong a few doors down. These were the first two bars in Thailand to go ladyboy-only. Before that time, if you wanted some third-sex company the girlie go-go bars generally had a couple they could produce if you asked. The drinks bars sometimes had one or two on the payroll. Other than this, you waited for the freelancers to arrive in Patpong, congregating outside Foodland shortly before midnight.

In these early days there wasn’t much happening over at Nana Plaza. It was a shopping complex that didn’t work out, and I don’t know when it became a bar area. My own first visit there was about 1992, when it was beginning to become popular. I’ve no idea when Casanova opened. Soi Cowboy, meanwhile, was a homely, shabby kind of place with homely, shabby girls and you seldom found a ladyboy there.

ladyboy barsThe next big ladyboy bar venture was at Clinton Plaza, on Sukhumvit, not far from the Asoke Junction. This was about 2001. A hotel is now being built on the site, although it hasn’t progressed that much over the past year and I’m wondering if there are problems with the funding. The Crack House in Clinton Plaza was one of the best ladyboy bars ever. It had a nice decor, for one thing. For another, it had a whole stage-full of gorgeous ladyboys: so many they had to cram together and there was barely room for them to dance. Many former freelancers were drawn to this place, enticed by a regular salary and congenial surroundings, rather than the hardness of the streets.

Sadly, Clinton Plaza closed down in the style that is so familiar in Thailand, with owners locked out of their premises, and staff literally out on the street.

Obsession opened at exactly this time, and drew many of the Crack House ladyboys into its employ. I never went much on the atmosphere of the place: it always seemed so glum and cold. But there was no doubting the quality of the girls, and Obsession has arguably become the benchmark of the city’s ladyboy bars.

Nowadays, as the Sargeant points out, you are spoiled for choice. Patpong’s two most popular bars are ladyboy. At Nana Plaza there are four ladyboy bars, employing between them a huge choice of very attractive girls. All these bars do very good business: they would soon close if they didn’t. But if you look at the girlie bars, the situation is different.

Walk into any of the go-go bars in Patpong or Nana, and although they have good nights and bad nights, the girls and the mamsans there will tell you the business is right down. This is especially so in Patpong: Nana still does relatively well.

Why is this happening? The Sargeant puts his own opinions forward. I would add that there are several other factors. Whereas once you could go into a GG bar in Patpong and be overwhelmed by the beauty of the girls dancing, nowadays you see only a few attractive ones and a lot of real clunkers. The music is almost invariably bad: only the Safari plays decent music, the rest play the kind of stuff that gives you a headache and if there are only a few customers they will play Thai music if they think they can get away with it.

Then there is the soullessness of so many of the bars. I gave up going to one GG bar because every time I walked in I would be greeted by the same girl with the same “hellowhatyournamewhereyoucomefromyoubuyonedrinkforme” schtick. There was nothing going on behind the eyes, no form of recognition. I had started to steel myself against this as I entered the place, and that was a sign it was time to take my business elsewhere.

Ladyboy bars, especially the go-go bars, offer the frisson of excitement that the girlie bars used to offer. The sense of the unknown, the forbidden, the exotic, even the dangerous. And, let’s face it, many of the ladyboys you see up on the stage dancing are heartbreakingly beautiful.

Customers who go to ladyboy bars behave in a different way to those who visit girlie bars. The latter are out to get drunk, ogle the girls, and possibly, maybe, end up with one at the end of the night, if they remember to do so. Those who go to ladyboy bars are going for a very specific reason. They quite positively do not want to get drunk. They want to take a ladyboy out, and they want to do so as quickly and as discretely as they can. They may themselves have only one drink but they will readily splash out on a few drinks for the gaggle of ladyboys that comes up to their table, mainly to get rid of them. They will be generous with tips to the mamasan who offers advice and help, and to the cashiers. Having made their choice of companion, they pay the bar fine and off they go. Probably only for a short time, allowing their escort time to get back and repeat the cycle while they themselves go out and get blissfully, solitarily drunk.

ladyboy barsAlthough the ladyboy bar customer would appear to be a less lucrative proposition than the beer-swiller, he is not. Weigh up the profit margin on a girlie drink as against a beer. The retail price is about the same, but the girlie drinks, usually a Coke or an orange juice, will cost almost nothing in raw materials and give almost 100 percent margin. I don’t know what the profit margin on a beer is, but I would hazard a guess at 25 percent. Add the bar fine into this, and the ladyboy bar customer is a profitable one. 

That might sound modest, but how many customers does a bar have during the course of one night? I don’t know but say it’s a hundred. Each spending 1,000 baht, most of which is profit. How many ladyboys on the payroll, at 8,000 baht a month? Say fifty. So your payroll is covered in less than a week, your rent, supplies and squeeze in another two weeks. You have a week’s income in clear profit. Twenty-five percent. A healthy margin for most restaurants and bars. Hence the increasing number of ladyboy venues.

As I’ve said before on this page, the fame of the ladyboy is spreading far and wide. I now know of people who visit Thailand purely for the ladyboys. That was not happening 15 years ago. This kind of business is going to increase, and believe me, the huge number of ladyboys now available in Thailand is ready, willing, and able to meet the demand. We can cheerfully expect more ladyboy bars to open, in Bangkok and elsewhere, and I for one am very happy indeed at the prospect.