the third sex

I’m still in cold, frosty London for a few more days. I took a walk to my neighbourhood pub this evening, where I met up with the local hooker (I live in a colourful part of London when I’m there). She is a lady of about 60 years, usually drunk when spotted in the pub, but still in good condition. Blond hair, trim figure, could pass for 40 in a good light.

I had never had a proper conversation with her before, but this time she was alone and standing by the bar, and three sheets to the wind. So I got talking to her. She asked me what I did. I explained that I was a writer and photographer. She asked me what kind of photographs I took. Er, travel, industry, a bit of glamour, I said, because I seldom let on with what I really do.

“Sex?” she asked.Well, erm, yes, I said.

Would you take my photo, she asked, urgently.

I explained that I was only in London for a couple more days and that I didn’t have my cameras and lights with me, but that I would be back in about six weeks time and I would be happy to do it then.

She was wearing black thigh boots and a black PVC coat (I’m not making this up). Suddenly I could see myself producing some very erotic photographs of this lady, and having myself a fun time into the bargain. She went on to tell me what she would like.

“Deep,” she said “Real deep. As kinky as you like. I like bondage and sadism, and I like being spanked.”

I watched her getting more and more into the idea of being photographed in the wildest poses. She clutched her glass so hard as she spoke I was afraid it would shatter. And yes, I could see how the pictures could work, because she has very pale skin and very blond hair, and if you match that with black leather it is going to work.

We swopped phone numbers. I know what will happen, and I’m going to need a tab of Viagra when I get round to doing the shoot. It would be even more sexy if she had a cock, but hey! It’s art, right?

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I get emails from time to time asking how to meet young ladyboys who are college or university students, rather than the professionals who work in the bars. Are there pubs and clubs where they congregate, people ask me.

Many years ago, before I really became involved with the ladyboy scene away from the bars, I used to think the same thing. That there must be places near to the universities where ladyboys gather, and consequently if I was to hang around there myself, I would find some sweet company.

But, as I was to discover, this is not the case. Our thoughts are coloured by our own experiences. Although students in Thailand are like any others, gathering in like-minded groups, there is not really the kind of pub and bar scene that we are used to in the West.

In fact, as many of the Thai students are from genuinely poor backgrounds, they eke out what money they do have on food on rent, rather than spend it on booze. And, generally speaking, ladyboys do not drink – not the young ones, anyway. They are far too concerned about their appearance. Rather than getting plastered, they will spend what spare money they do have on makeup and clothes.

Of course they enjoy music and dancing, but if they do go out it will be to a place unknown to any Western traveller, where English is not spoken, and where any Caucasian would be a distinct and conspicuous oddity. Even in RCA, the avenue of entertainment places in Bangkok where young Thais tend to congregate, a foreign visitor will feel uncomfortably prominent.

Student ladyboys tend to congregate on campus, where because there are so many of them they often have their own bathroom facilities, or they get together in their own rooms. As they tend to stay together in groups, you will often find a large number of ladyboys rooming in the same apartment building. Find one of those, which will usually have its own coffee shop, and you can meet students.

But really, the best way is to hook up with a young ladyboy from one of the bars. Often you will find she really is a student trying to make some money. These girls are not necessarily hardened hookers. And if she herself is not a student, then she will probably have friends who are. If you are spending any length of time in this country, and you really want to meet young and non-commercial ladyboys, this is the route to take.

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If you want someone to really talk dirty to you, Gobee is your girl. One afternoon I was miles away from Gobee, sitting in an SUV being driven through the jungles of Chumporn province, in the South of Thailand. Gobee was sitting in Pattaya, enjoying an idle afternoon. Suddenly my phone blipped, and when I looked it was a tgobeet message from Gobee michievously boasting about the size of her cock, and I burst out laughing, much to the surprise of the people I was with.

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The other day I was taking a set of photographs of a girl. A genetic girl, that is, not a ladyboy girl. By the time I had taken some shots of her with her pants down, I was running out of ideas what to do with her. The funny thing is, that after photographing ladyboys, everything else is a bit tame.

Like most adolescents I had always lusted over the idea of photographing naked girls. Eventually, unlike most, I got around to doing it. But then along came ladyboys and I found them so utterly fascinating to photograph that girls have since taken second place.

Consider. You have someone who looks like an attractive girl but who proves to have a large penis. Get both those elements into one photograph and you have something that, although these days it is relatively commonplace, is still nonetheless shocking. A decade or so ago, before the advent of the internet, few people would have seen that kind of photograph.

The penis is a remarkably beautiful part of the body, but usually it is stuck on the end of a smelly, aggressive man. Put one onto an attractive girl, and you change the equation. You also tend to lose the idea that admiring an erect penis makes you gay. In my experience of ladyboy lovers, and believe me I have met or corresponded with a vast number over the years, most are heterosexuals with a strong libido. Their interest in sex takes them beyond the conventional, but not into the realms of being gay.

Penises come in many shapes and sizes. The best ones to photograph have a foreskin that rolls back to reveal a bright pink head – not always a common sight in this part of the world, and usually seen only on people with light coloured skin.

Then, consider photographs of your model jerking off and sending spurts of semen into the air (if you are lucky) or at least making a creamy, sticky mess on her tummy. That makes for really exciting pictures. Genetic girls can’t do that!

So, when I do take pictures of GGs, once the initial excitement is over, and the tease shots and the up-the-pussy shots and the bottom shots are done, I’m fiddling around wondering what to do next. Yes, there is plenty that can be done, I know, but I’m so geared up to the final climatic wanking sequence that I feel a bit lost.

A funny old life, sometimes, eh?

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Cam arrived with four other ladyboys, but my eye went straight to her – she was easily the best looking of the bunch, and the others were pretty good. She is one of those girls who easily passes for the real thing. Better than the real thing, in my opinion. Cam is 19, and she works in a Patpong bar.