Many readers have told me bluntly that Maiyuu is a waste of time, and I can find better.
But do you really know me? Maybe I am not that nice myself.
Below is an excerpt from a short story on this blog, involving a young man called Jiam. I posted the Jiam story more than a year ago, but then re-wrote it to make it more accessible.
It's now in edible bite-sized pieces. Think of the 42 parts like chapters in a mini-novel. Each part has an interesting start, and a dramatic ending, like a soap opera.
One blogging friend, an aspiring novelist, reckons the story of Jiam is long enough to be a mini-novel. In the process of re-writing, I broke it it into many pieces, in the hope readers would not notice how long the story really was.
I have not promoted the Jiam story on this blog before. I just posted the thing, then said nothing more about it.
Why? I am ashamed about the way I behaved. I was seeing Jiam and Maiyuu at the same time.
Here's an excerpt from the story, as it nears its end:
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On the bus trip into work, Jiam sat by my side.
On particularly happy days, as we laughed and chatted together, guilt set in, and my thoughts drifted to boyfriend Maiyuu instead.
If I looked out the bus window, I fancied that I could see the pale, sad outline of Maiyuu, standing on the footpath as we drove past. He would just look at me.
A Thai highway at dusk is a forlorn site. As the light started closing in, my guilt became stronger, and my thoughts of Maiyuu more prominent. There he was...waiting under that bridge, alone. Or maybe that was him, sitting with the homeless people under the overpass.
If anyone deserved to enter my affections as a son, it was him. Maiyuu has no parents. And in my early days in Bangkok, I was lost like an orphan, too.
I didn't know it then, but my dangerous, fissile relationship with Jiam was nearing its end.
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The story of Jiam stars here.
But do you really know me? Maybe I am not that nice myself.
Below is an excerpt from a short story on this blog, involving a young man called Jiam. I posted the Jiam story more than a year ago, but then re-wrote it to make it more accessible.
It's now in edible bite-sized pieces. Think of the 42 parts like chapters in a mini-novel. Each part has an interesting start, and a dramatic ending, like a soap opera.
One blogging friend, an aspiring novelist, reckons the story of Jiam is long enough to be a mini-novel. In the process of re-writing, I broke it it into many pieces, in the hope readers would not notice how long the story really was.
I have not promoted the Jiam story on this blog before. I just posted the thing, then said nothing more about it.
Why? I am ashamed about the way I behaved. I was seeing Jiam and Maiyuu at the same time.
Here's an excerpt from the story, as it nears its end:
-
On the bus trip into work, Jiam sat by my side.
On particularly happy days, as we laughed and chatted together, guilt set in, and my thoughts drifted to boyfriend Maiyuu instead.
If I looked out the bus window, I fancied that I could see the pale, sad outline of Maiyuu, standing on the footpath as we drove past. He would just look at me.
A Thai highway at dusk is a forlorn site. As the light started closing in, my guilt became stronger, and my thoughts of Maiyuu more prominent. There he was...waiting under that bridge, alone. Or maybe that was him, sitting with the homeless people under the overpass.
If anyone deserved to enter my affections as a son, it was him. Maiyuu has no parents. And in my early days in Bangkok, I was lost like an orphan, too.
I didn't know it then, but my dangerous, fissile relationship with Jiam was nearing its end.
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The story of Jiam stars here.
11 comments:
I've already read all of the "Jiam" posts- they are what hooked me on this blog to begin with.
Well done. A chocolate fish is in the post.
I had also read them before but loved reading them once again. They are addictive!!!
Thank you for a lovely story.
You are kind. Thank you for the feedback.
I read what I could locate.. I have no idea how this story is fitted together.. I have trouble with maps too.. I can read a map.. but I can't refold it. What I'm wondering is if you ever write about having sex. From reading yours, and other Farang written blogs about Thailand, I'd assume that sex with younger guys, boi's, was the raison d'etre of moving to a extremely hot, oppressively humid, third-world country where speaking and writing their almost un-learnable language is nearly impossible. It aint easy for a Western European types to adjust, acclimate, and prosper in Thailand. So I figure it's the readily available sex with young men that's the draw, and yet, so few Farangs write about it. I don't want to read anything about living with young, attractive, gay, Thai bois, if sex isn't discussed and described. What's the deal ? is the subject taboo ? I've been reading Thai blogs for over a year, and I still have no idea of the physical and cultural dynamics of typical Farang on Thai boi sex. What's up with that ? Do you know of anything I can read that's about this subject ?
It can't be that hard to read. Just follow the links.
You can't read a map, and yet you want to know how a Thai boy works in the sack?
Steady on...master map-reading first. It's easier.
I don't remember marginalizing you.. so why are you patronizing me ?
'Marginalising' must be modern-speak for 'being mean'.
My response was an attempt at humour.
If you want to find out what it's like to take a Thai guy to bed, I suggest you try somewhere else.
A reader might be kind enough to leave his experiences here, in which case you'd be in luck. But this is not that kind of blog anyway.
to marginalize is to deny something's or someone's credibility or authenticity. and.. I was simply asking if you knew any writers of narratives about the sexual experiences of Farangs and Thai boys. I wasn't suggesting that you start writing stories about the intimate details of your relationship.
to the former anonymous blogger:
Suggest you look for the sexpat-style forums and websites where they discuss things openly- way too openly.
There are several problems with blogs that would deal with your interest. First, many of them would have writers (and possibly even subjects) known to a lot of the readers- raising sticky ethical and privacy questions. Second, the writer of a blog may not be interested in going so far with details. Third, if a blog is linked to google ads and so forth the owner has to be careful about the sexual content of the site. Finally, if the site is too raunchy and gets too much attention, it could even be blocked within the Kingdom.
^on another naughty note, it seems pretty widespread that those who have had Thai boyfriends for any length of time no longer have sex with them anyway!
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