Second Whore (Old Journal Entry, Thailand 1995)

Richard Pryor had a joke along the lines of: there are only two pieces of pussy you're ever going to remember, the first and the last. All the rest is just practice.

Nonetheless, here's an old journal entry I found about the SECOND prostitute I ever had sex with. This is kind of a bracing antidote to the gooey romanticism of the story about my first one ...

Of course that's not really her. Camera phones were but a sci-fi dream in those days.

September 16th, 1995

(after a night at Nana Plaza)

At about 4:30am or so we go to a place called Thermae an after-hours dive which T described as the lowest of the low.

To get in, you have to walk around the back and go through a sort of industrial bathroom (filthy, of course) into a windowless underground room, fairly good sized, full of green vinyl couches, with paneled walls, and packed to capacity with desperate whores and drunk farang (foreigners), some of whom were distinctly sinister looking.

Now nobody had pierced faces or leather jackets or dyed funny haircuts or t-shirts with scary slogans. Everyone was dressed pretty conservatively except for one black guy in bicycle pants and short braids. Even the whores were dressed pretty nice for the most part. But the desperation and degeneracy just reeked, man. The whole place.

There were several cops around. "The run the place," T said. "don't worry. We're safe as houses here."

There were several whores nodding off, clearly smacked out. One girl was running around jumping in people's laps, stealing drinks and cigarettes, speed rapping in Thai.

We drank. Thermae 5:30am. junkies, whores, smugglers, gangsters, perverts, and English teachers.



(That video has the Thermae in some of its later iterations, but I don't see the original one there. Still you kind of get the idea. )


We started talking to the nicest-looking whore in Thermae, who had impressive cleavage peeking out from beneath her black jacket. She could speak decent English. She was back visting from Germany, where her English boyfriend had stolen all her money. I commisserated.

At 6:30 am she was getting a bit impatient. I told her I only had 500 bhat ($20) left and I needed some of it for a cab home. She said okay.

The sun was coming up -- technically anyway because it had been raining since about 11:00pm the previous night without stopping, so really the black was just turning grey. She took me to the same cheap hotel that Oh took me to.

I watched an interview with Keanu Reeves on HBO while she did speed in the bathroom. *sniff sniff* It was an okay room but there was no mirror on the ceiling. She told me about her junkie boyfriend who stole all the money they'd made dealing and got arrested in Switzerland.

She gave me a very enthusiastic blowjob, no condom, while an interview with Alicia Silverstone played on the TV; finally she scooped my dick up between her tits and I ejaculate all over both of us.

Afterwards she said, "You don't want to make love to me so you won't catch AIDS."

"Well, I don't want AIDS," I admit.

"I have AIDS."

I blink. "Huh?"

She smiles. "Joking. Don't know. I had test in 1992."

I sigh. High-risk whore and a low-risk sex act, unless she had bleeding gums. The odds are on my side, I think.

Eventually I wandered out into the rain. The whore, naturally, didn't look so great once I'd unwrapped her tight bustier thing, but she was pretty good.

(Looks don't cut much ice at the AIDS hospice, though.)

I was totally lost and since morning 9:00am rush hour traffic was at a standstill, I probably didn't have enough for a cab.

(I'd given the girl 400, which also paid for the room, and had about 60 left.)

I just started walking through the grey cold rain along streets crammed with cars and sidewalks crammed with schoolkids and businesspeople on their way to the real world. I was a filthy and hallow-eyed specter. After about an hour, I found Lumpini Park, and managed to get on a number 15 bus back to the Democracy Monument, and though I kept falling asleep I kept waking back up. I got home about 9:30am.




FURTHER ENGLISH TEACHER X ADVENTURES AT THE THERMAE: CHRISTMAS IN BANGKOK

STICKMAN BANGKOK REMINISCES ABOUT THE THERMAE




PHOTO GALLERY ABOUT THE THERMAE