I met these two katooeys hanging out in front of a general store that was closed for the night on the main drag of Sukothai, the town I headed to after fleeing (run, don't walk) Bangkok (and more on that in later posts). They were friendly enough, and apparently wanted to engage in sexual relations with me for money. In answer your inevitable questions (did you, for how much, and post or pre-op?), no, I don't know, they said post and I didn't check. The girl on the left was chattier than the one on the right; her sales pitch, if you will, was based on a assumption that, as she put it, "your country not have ladyboy." I assured her that America had no shortage of people in various states of gender transformation, which she found hard to swallow.
"No, seriously. Here, listen:"
I sang the refrain to "Walk on the Wild Side" (including the doop-de-doop, doop-doop-de-doop-doop part) but she was unconvinced. Eventually they got bored with me and went off to look for more interested parties, but not before they let me take a picture with them in exchange for two cans of Coke.
In hindsight, I think it would have been more polite had I given them more ladylike bottles as opposed to cans, but at the time I didn't think of it.
2 rantbacks:
Ladyboys? Josh glad to see you weren't tempted by their wanton ways. But c'mon look at the massive hands the one on your left has.
R.
...How much did they offer you?
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