I said that they would be putting on a show in one of the bars, and I’m not sure which one but it might be Hollywood. A girlie bar, anyway, because they are crowded: ladyboy bars attract an altogether different audience.

I added that ladyboy clowns, like ladyboys themselves, have a long tradition in Thailand. You can find them at temple fairs, at the nightclub-style cafes and, of course, at ladyboy cabarets. No doubt they go all the way back to the royal court entertainment of the days of Old Siam.

The clowns themselves are not necessarily ladyboys, but in appearance are somewhere between clown and drag queen: blacked-out teeth, big black nostrils, awesome wigs.

I have seen many of these acts over the years, and they can be extremely good. One of the funniest was at a talent show in the Ramkamhaeng district of Bangkok. The clown stood at a microphone, simpering, and started lip-syncing to a pop song. The joke was that something went wrong with the tape player and the music speeded up, and the clown tried to keep up with the pretence that he was miming to the increasingly frenetic song.

Best of all though was a double act that I saw in a ladyboy cabaret booked for a community party in Bangkok a few years ago. As I knew the performers, I was invited into the changing room before the show, where I tried desperately to pretend I wasn’t watching the ladyboys undressing and getting into their costumes. Instead I watched the two clowns putting on their makeup.

These were two middle-aged men, not in the least effeminate, although one had silicon breasts. Made-up, the one with breasts played the part of the woman, although with huge rubber genitalia sticking out the top of his pants. The other was made up as a man.

Out on the stage, the joke was that the man was trying to woo the woman, not seeing the enormous rubber cock that somehow got rammed into his face and his bottom at every opportunity, and on one occasion even using it as a peg to hang his jacket. The crowd fell about laughing, and I laughed so hard that tears came into my eyes. It was a brilliant performance.

So, if you are in Thailand and get the opportunity to catch one of these acts, I urge you to do so. A good one is unforgettable.

Anyway, the ladyboy has her own small apartment and her Thai boyfriend is living there with her. They are both in their early 20s. The boyfriend does no work, living off the earnings of the ladyboy, who gives him pocket money. This arrangement appears to have been initiated by the ladyboy herself, although the boyfriend does not appear to object.

But he does not enjoy a life of luxury. He does all the housework, and the shopping, and the cooking and the laundry. Further, the agreement is that when the ladyboy wants to bring a john back home for a few hours, the boyfriend has to make himself scarce. Yet the boyfriend is not allowed to bring girls, boys or ladyboys back home and is in fact forbidden any other relationships.

“Everything upside down”, said my maid, who finds the whole thing hilarious. Then for good measure adding her usual refrain: “Thai man no good.”

Now, I have on occasions voiced my own opinion of the average Thai male, and out of respect for your delicate ears I will not repeat it here. But, essentially, my views are along the same lines as those of my maid.

She went on to say that this is a familiar pattern amongst Thai girls who work the bars and, increasingly, amongst ladyboys and also gay boys who work the sex trade. They all lead busy lives and need someone at home to keep the place running. A boyfriend who is happy to be a househusband appears to be the growing norm.

My maid added that it is becoming increasingly difficult to find completely straight young men these days. This is the feedback she gets from her very wide circle of friends. If you see a handsome young guy, she says, he is likely to be either gay or bisexual.

I asked her the old question I have asked on so many occasions: why, why, why are there so many ladyboys in Thailand?

She shrugged. Even she does not know. Many make the choice for commercial reasons, she says, but with many others it is natural and is detected early. A few weeks ago on this blog I mentioned her nephew, who is nine years old and who the family is convinced will grow up to be a ladyboy. The signs are all there, they say. Personally, whenever I have met the lad he seems perfectly nice and polite and normal. But, of course, there is no way I could tell from a casual observation.

I wonder if it is something in the Thai water supply?

I was enjoying the sensation. My girl was wearing a very pretty skirt and she had only the lightest of makeup. If anyone looked at her at all, it was with admiration. Only I knew what was underneath that skirt: an eager little dick that was always ready for action, and the smoothest sweetest little bottom you could wish for.

The more I thought about it as we sauntered through the Saturday afternoon crowds, the more aroused I became. I kept looking at her bare legs and at the way she walked. She was a little doll.

We were on the second floor of the mall, and I needed an ATM. There were a couple of machines outside the door, where you went through to the multi-storey carpark, so we went there and I withdrew some cash. I noticed just a few yards away a recessed area in the wall, and as we reached it I stopped and manoeuvred my girl so that she had her back to the carpark. There was no one to see what we were doing, so ever so discretely I slipped my hand down the front of her panties and pulled her dick out, planning to give her a quick squeeze before we resumed our shopping.

She gave a sigh, placed her hands on my shoulders, murmured “Oh, don’t!”, and promptly shot a load over my trouser leg. My white trousers.

So it was that she and I walked back together through the mall and got into a taxi without even doing any shopping, both acutely aware that on my right thigh and all the way down to my knee was a great, dark, sticky patch. Suddenly, it seemed to me as if the entire world knew that my girl was a ladyboy, and that I had just given her an express hand-job out in the carpark.

Back home, we tumbled into bed and laughed about it. And she had no trouble shooting a second load, then much later that evening, a third. What a girl.

Now personally I like pubic hair, and I usually feel a little disappointed when I do get a model who has shaved hers off. But the lack of shaved models on the site has nothing to do with me: it is simply that few ladyboys actually do this.

The Thais are not hairy people. When it comes to body hair, few Thais – male, female, third sex – have very much of it. Most ladyboys that I see have only a modest covering of pubic hair on the pubis, with very little or none between the legs or on the bottom.

Thais are immensely clean, bathing at least twice a day and using talcum powder rather than deodorants to keep cool and fresh. And as anybody who has bedded any one of the three sexes will know well enough, a thorough shower before getting down to it is the rule.


So, if any extra personal hygiene were needed, I have no doubt that the pubic hair would be shaved off. But clearly, it isn’t. And when I have found a model who has shaved, and I have asked her about it, I have usually had the reply that a customer had asked her to do it.

But having shaved off the hair, it has to be kept shaved, because as it grows back it becomes very itchy, even if left for only a day. And besides, there is nothing very sexy about a ladyboy with pubic stubble.

So, unless there is a very good reason to whisk out the razor (say, 2,000 baht), no ladyboy is going to go to the bother of shaving her pubic hair off in the first place.

She had the light skin of the northern part of Thailand, and her neat little body was extraordinarily supple. She had a stiff little dick and a smooth hairless bottom, and when she knelt over my face to apply her rosebud lips somewhere way down below, her derrier formed a perfect heart shape in front of my eyes.

Although her dick wasn’t especially big, she was an expert at projectile orgasms. The first time she ever did this, she lay on her back, nudged me in the ribs, and said: “Watch this.” Then with a quick hand she brought herself off, pausing for maybe two seconds and giving her dick a squeeze, and a fountain of white-hot cum shot about three feet in the air. Then she snuggled up against me with a giggle.

I became obsessed with this. I got her to stand at the edge of a table so that I could measure the spurt, and I also got her to stand over a large mirror that I placed on the floor. I got her to jack off into a glass, and I got her to give a cotton hanky a good soaking so that I could see how long the fragrance lasted (not that long, I have to record). I got her to stand above me and see how much of me she could cover, and she spattered hot cum all over my face and chest. And of course I enjoyed swallowing it all.

The funny thing was, she looked exactly as if she was a genetic girl. You would not have realised, had you seen her in the street, that she was a ladyboy. But if she had been a GG, gorgeous that she was, she would not have been as exciting. To me, she summed up the attraction of the ladyboy. Girl and boy together in one body.

Those of us who love ladyboys are in the very happy position of being able to explore the world of penises without having to worry that we might be gay, because with a ladyboy the whole equation goes out the window. But how many of us get below the warm, fragrant pubic hair, the shiny pink glans and the hot shaft, and examine a ladyboy’s testicles?

Well, yours truly does, for a start.

As with cocks, the variety of balls types is diverse. I was photographing a ladyboy only a few days ago and was greatly impressed by the delicacy of the skin around her testicles. It was so fine as to be almost transparent, and when she became aroused the skin took on a pink tint. She did in fact have exceptionally white smooth skin, and this had translated down below into a tight little bag that was incredibly sensitive to the touch. I ran my fingers gently over it and she trembled, seizing her dick and, a few moments later, sending a white spurt all the way up her tummy to her nipples.

Some years ago I had a regular ladyboy friend whose balls were in a fine skinned pouch that was creamy to the touch and the tongue. She had an enormous dick, very long and strong, and this seemed to be reflected in the size of the bag, which was large and loose yet tightened up when she was aroused. I was fascinated by her balls, which were exceptionally large and round, and she was more than happy for me to play with them. She was another pale-skinned girl, and both the head of her dick and her scrotum would blush pink as she neared ejaculation.

Dick size and balls size do not always correlate, however. There are several sets and movies of Dee on the site, and she has a magnificent dick. But her balls are tiny. So small in fact that even close up they appear just as two swellings under the skin. That doesn’t prevent her shooting an immense load, though.

Again, the volume of cum doesn’t seem to relate to the size of the balls. Many a time I have seen a tight little package produce a terrific volume. On the other hand, I have seen magnificently large balls that produce only a small quantity.


Some scrotums are large, with the skin thick and heavy, the bag pulled very tight and with attractive horizontal creases. Some hang very low, the contents suspended like baubles inside the pink, elastic skin. Many are completely hairless, the majority, but some have a smattering of hair. All have a seam, the perineal raphe, running through the centre, which carries on for the length of the penis, and in many cases this is exceptionally well defined, forming a ridge. One thing is for sure: balls are incredibly sensitive, and need the application of a very gentle tongue or finger for the desired effect, which is to help your ladyboy friend shoot the biggest, hottest, creamiest load she can.

After he had gone my maid said, “We  think he will become ladyboy.”  I must have looked utterly gobsmacked, because she laughed at my expression.  “Not be surprised!  Lot of ladyboy now!”

I asked her why they thought the boy might develop in that direction, and she told me that he was becoming effeminate, sometimes liked to walk like a girl, and preferred playing with girls and girls’ toys. He also enjoyed looking at photographs of glamorous women, rather than the usual sort of thing that boys of that age take an interest in.

He was regularly teased by his schoolmates for all this, said my maid, but it all seemed good-natured: he certainly wasn’t being bullied.

To be honest he had just seemed like a normal, nice kid to me. Very polite, natural smile. Why do you think he would become like that, I asked her. She replied, and she has said this to me before, that a lot of young Thai boys don’t want to become Thai men. The lot of the working class Thai male is a tough one. The boy’s father is a hopeless case, and certainly no role model for a youngster.

The lad, my maid continued, is bright. He is also sensitive. Because my maid’s son is also a ladyboy, there are a lot of ladyboys around the family. Already the boy can see that the perceived glamour of being a ladyboy can lead to a good lifestyle, she said.

Time and time again I have spoken to ladyboys about how they first decided to follow their chosen path, and I have heard stories that stack up like this one. So often, the decision has been made before puberty. And yes, some have told me that they decided as young as eight or nine years old.

In other words, the lad could be a classic case. It’s too early to tell yet. But as the family is already talking about it, there is the distinct possibility.

Personally, I hope the boy straightens himself out and gets a good education that would at least give him the chance of a decent career. The ladyboy lifestyle may appear glamorous, and it often is, but there can be a great deal of heartache involved, for the ladyboy herself and for her family.

An out-of-town friend wanted to go to Silom Soi 4 the other evening. A regular visitor to Bangkok, and a ladyboy addict, he had been reading up on Soi 4 on the internet, and was keen to see the place.

Although Soi 4 is right next to Patpong, and is often regarded as part of that district, it is not part of the Patpong estate and has nothing to do with the Patpong family. The land in fact is owned by the family who have the house at the end of Soi 4: the soi is a cul-de-sac, and at the end is a wall and a large set of gates. At some point in the past, the family decided to put shophouses along the entrance to their property, and it became a centre for gay bars when Rome, a gay disco, opened there in the late 70s.

These days, although there is an overall gayness to the outlets in the soi, it does attract a very mixed clientele. At the far end, there is Noriega, a small bar with live music that is the HQ of the Hash House Harriers: consequently, you get a substantial number of the hairy-arsed types battling their way through the crowds of young and pretty boys that are trying to drum up business for the other outlets, the majority of which are restaurant-bars with outdoor seating.

In fact, the overwhelming influence here is the femboy. The young guys working in the bars tend towards the type that wears makeup, or who are distinctly non-macho. Anyone wanting a bit more masculinity heads for Soi Twilight, on the other side of Surawong Road.

Femboys have become more numerous and a lot more visible in Thailand in recent years. Some femboys go on and embrace the full ladyboy culture, but many prefer to stay as they are, and they can be very sensual. There are a few pictured on the main site. Toto, for example, and Sunee. I find them intriguing, with their blend of the male and female.

I sat with my out-of-town friend at the outdoor area of one of the Soi 4 bars, and watched the parade go by. It was early evening, and he wanted to look rather than indulge in any action: and in fact we soon went on to Patpong. Having outdoor seating is a major advantage, as there is no traffic in the soi. In fact, gay or straight, young or old, this is a great place for anyone to hang out.

Anyway, following my last post, I was moving on to the logical progression from viewing the enticing rear of a lovely and willing young ladyboy.

Anal penetration is not always easy, not without causing a considerable amount of pain. At least, as they say, the first time. But minimal penetration, part entry, can itself be extremely exciting. There is no need to go the whole hog. And besides that, there is the visual aspect of having a pert little bottom in front of you, or beneath you, and of making the most intimate contact with it.

Even if penetration is not possible or desirable, there is plenty else to keep you happily occupied. The Thais are as clean as cats, and the contact of tongue with bottom (ie yours with hers) is another orgasmic experience for both players. And again, of course, you have the visual thrill of a heart-shaped derriere filling your vision while you do it, not to mention a stiff little cock to play with.

There are on this site a number of ladyboys with hairy bottoms. Personally, I have nothing against this, and indeed I usually like it, although I know it’s a turnoff for many people. But soft, fragrant hair can be as exciting as skin that is as smooth and sweet as a baby’s. To have that nice warm hair tickling your nose is really rather exciting.

When a ladyboy takes female hormones, it is not just the breasts that start to grow. Her bottom also tends to take on a fuller, rounder shape. As a result, her rear becomes as enticing as that of a GG’s.  Even the skinny girls, whose bust obstinately refuses to bud, and whose bottom remains tiny and tight, somehow puts on just a little fat down there, and her bum ceases to be that of a male.

But back to sodomy. If you are with someone who is experienced enough to let you penetrate all the way up, be aware that you still have to be gentle. Despite what a lot of people think, the anal passage was not designed for sexual intercourse. Rough treatment can lead to bruising or abrasions, or to the onset of haemorrhoids. I have seen far too many wrecked ladyboy bottom holes in my time.

KY jelly, or something similar, is essential. And on the first occasion, a little exploration with your finger is not a bad idea. You will soon discover how tight she may be, and how difficult a job (and how painful for her) a full penetration is likely to be.

Plus, the sphincter is there for a purpose. You can ease your way through with a little gentle perseverance, but you can however trigger a natural reaction  that will require a quick visit to the bathroom for both  players.  When that happens,  there is no need whatsoever to shout out, “Yuk!!”

Remember, you are a gentleman.

Take, for example, the ladyboy bottom. Alright! I know what you are going to say! He is a right pervert who has a fetish about bums! We’ve heard him before on this blog, going on about it!

Well…okay…I admit it. But let us take this subject academically, or at least with the eye of a photographer.

There are few things more intoxicating than the sight of a ladyboy on her hands and knees, with her back arched and her smooth little bottom in the air. Taking the photograph from directly behind, the ideal picture is of bottom cheeks parted to form perfect round hemispheres with the entry point slightly open and eagerly waiting.

The point is that anatomically, this is not possible for a lot of models. The structure of their body, the curvature of the spine, the setting of the hips, the fatty content of their bottom cheeks will all work together to make this view possible or not.


Some ladyboys simply cannot arch their backs in that way, and on some the buttocks do not separate naturally to give that awesome view. Instead, you get an attractive enough view, certainly, but the cheeks of her bottom will be pressed together, and that tantalising little hole will be invisible unless you get her to pull them apart.

This peculiarity came home to me when I was taking pictures of Modelle recently. She has a perfect behind for that style of photograph, and I took far too many shots of her bum. When I had finished, she sat up and said, “Phew!” I apologised profusely, because I’m always asking during the course of a shoot if the model is comfortable and happy. And, for a while there, I had forgotten; I was so engrossed.

There are other aspects, too. Skin blemishes, especially pimples, being foremost. Rare is the model who has perfect skin on her bottom, with pimples and scaly skin being the main problem. Many is the time I have sat at the computer screen late into the night, photoshopping pimples from a ladyboy’s bottom and wondering quite what my career has come to.


I have been very lucky indeed to see some absolutely beautiful bottoms during the course of taking photographs. I think the best I have ever seen belongs to Cherie. I never tire of seeing it. Flawless skin, pale colouring, creamy smooth texture, sublimely rounded cheeks, a clearly defined cleft, a tiny little crack with just a slight tinge of pink: utter perfection. I posted a video of her a while back, and looking at it again recently, for the first time since I did the editing, I realised that I devoted half the time to panning over those lovely cheeks of hers.

Honey is another example of a sublime rear end. Firm to the touch, not a scar or tattoo or pimple in sight, with a hole that opens out when she goes onto her elbows and knees, it is a photographer’s dream. Ice is another, although I regret very much that she decided a while back to have that dragon tattoo done. Nan has a perfect, plump little bottom. Nong, intriguingly, has a bum where the entry always seems to be visible, even when she is not trying. I watch her walk past me, naked, and it winks at me.



Other girls, however, can leave me unmoved in that department. But then they usually compensate in some other way. Seldom do you find a ladyboy who doesn’t have anything at all attractive about her. And I avoid those, anyway.