the third sex

There is a park along Sukhumvit Road that I like using for photographs. It has traditional Thai gazebos, modern sculptures, overhanging trees, exotic tropical blooms, dramatic water fountains and a lake. Add in a backdrop of local people, gardeners in straw hats, and a large colony of pigeons, and you have a varied and satisfying setting for your ladyboys.

Ideally, however, you should take only one at a time. Nobody pays much attention to a Westerner taking photographs of what they assume is his girlfriend. A gaggle of ladyboys is however something else. Everyone stares.

A ladyboy out on her own usually becomes very demure. I have walked through this park with Talisha, who of course is big, buxom and blond, and she has attracted looks of admiration: she in fact looked like a Scandinavian or German tourist. Others such as Ton and Lela have likewise been perfect companions, sweet company and beautiful to photograph.

The other day however I took a walk through the park with four ladyboys: and when you have a group they tend to reach a critical mass. The only way to survive a session like this is to assume a “There is nothing strange in this, I do it all the time” expression. And of course to don your invisible anti-embarrassment shield.

This particular day was a Saturday, and also a public holiday, so the park was unusually full. We must have made a very entertaining spectacle for those laying on the grass, sitting gazing from the benches, or strolling under the trees. And my four sweet little friends did their very best to entertain.

I tried not to blush when one of them did something unmentionable to a rather phallic gatepost. I thought it was a little unnecessary for another to sexually abuse the rocking horse in the playground. It was very nice for me when one flashed her knickers at the camera, and I only hope the passers-by enjoyed the spectacle too.

I watched helplessly as one of our number became bogged down by her high heels in a muddy patch next to the lake, much to the amusement of a group of youths who were sprawled on the grass with a couple of guitars. In a gazebo overlooking the lake there were a number of old men slumbering on the benches, and I felt sorry for them as we burst in with a storm of chatter and giggling, as it couldnít have been easy on their hangovers. I even felt a bit sorry for the pigeons, who fled in panic.

We wended our way around the lake. One girl, who was wearing low-cut jeans, decided to flash her bottom at me. Another fellated a hosepipe, much to the consternation of the gardener. Someone masturbated the drinking water fountain. Inevitably, one of our group mounted the bobble-topped fencepost next to the ornamental pond and rode it with a lascivious expression. And they ALL piled into the ladies loo, leaving me lurking outside like a pervert, listening to the squeals coming from inside.

In the end I got my pictures and we headed outside for a taxi. When I looked at the pix on my computer they had actually come out very well. It had been worth the ordeal. But I think in future Iíll stick to photographing one ladyboy at a time.