the third sex

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One of the pleasures of running this site is the lively and often provocative correspondence I get. A regular writer is someone calling himself Sergeant Shameless. Often he is indeed shameless. That is what you get for allowing the non-commissioned ranks to run amok. But the other day he sent me the following highly interesting item, and I asked him if I could reproduce it here. He gladly agreed, even though I declined to pay him, and I have a suspicion we might be hearing more from him later.

Many Thais are mystic and superstitious, and the ladyboys we love, being young and with limited education, are even more so. I would like to share an interesting experience I had, and stress how important it is not to laugh off their beliefs even if they seem crazy to our rational and sceptical Western minds.

On a recent trip to Bangkok I was joined by a ladyboy sweetheart of mine, who says I am the one for her, even though we have different lives continents apart (and no! I don’t send her any money!). We actually met in the context of a threesome, when a ladyboy I dated (and now a big-cock internet superstar) brought her along.

You may not believe it if I say that we got feelings for each other as we made love with me being the ham in a ladyboy sandwich. Well it happened! And the truth is that I care for her enough to give her advance warning of my comings to Thailand and set time to enjoy with her alone. This last trip, I chose to stay with her for four days and nights, in what was another marathon of round-the-clock sex as only a ladyboy-in-love can give you.

On our first night, something special happened. I was woken in the middle of the night by her loud screaming, from what would seem to be a nightmare. Being the sensitive type, I immediately sought to hold her in my arms and whisper reassuring words. But she would have none of that. She elbowed me, stood up on the bed and continued her frantic rantings. Eventually, she explained to me that she had been held down on the bed by the ghosts of a farang and a Thai lady, who had died in that room and wanted her to join them in their limbo afterlife.

I did what any father figure would do in a situation like this: I told her she had a bad dream. But she would not hear of it. She said it was not the first time she felt ghosts, and she wanted to change rooms right away (we were at the Dynasty Inn across from the Nana).

Not wanting to change rooms, I scrambled for an acceptable alternative by quickly improvising an anti-ghost defence. I happened to have in my luggage a little wood doll from Africa that seemed magical enough, and I put it together with a 100 baht banknote and a picture of Thailand’s beloved King, whose virtue would surely repel all evil.

For extra protection I added my crucifix chain, an airline boarding pass with a picture of an Asian god, my Lonely Planet travel guide with a photo of Buddhist monks on the cover, and an empty bottle of Chang beer that was lying around and had the protective strength of the elephant depicted in its label.

My ladyboy friend seemed reassured enough by this improvised shrine and added a picture of her father that she took out from her wallet. She also asked for some food to offer the protecting spirits and I pulled out a Toblerone. We remained in that room for the rest of my stay, but everyone she spoke to (in bars, restaurants, at the hairdresser, bowling alley, shops, taxi drivers) she told them about the ghosts.

As far as I could tell, not a single one of the Thais dismissed her ghost story, and many shared her concern and offered experiences of their own. They all seemed very impressed with me when she told them about the shrine we put together that had so successfully kept the ghosts away. The hotel chambermaids were even coming by to pray and added incense offerings.

To conclude, sometimes it is better not to seek to understand or change other people’s views and just go with their beliefs. It worked for me. After the anti-ghost shrine was in place, my ladyboy love calmed down and we went back to sleep.

As we cuddled, our respective morning glories came out in full hardness and I had some of the kinkiest sex in my life thinking that perhaps, just perhaps, I was being watched by another horny farang and a beautiful young Thai lady.