As BBB brightly said in the last weekly (I summarize): “After living in Bangkok for a while - Once you’ve got over the initial thrill of being able to sleep with pretty much any girl of your choosing, then what next? Time to start on the mamasans? Then ladyboys? What next? The security staff? The DJ’s”.
Well, I tried already the mamasans. There is a teen-like massage shop on Sukhumvit soi 33 where the mamasan is, in my opinion, prettier than all the girls on the book. Actually I would better say that she’s sexy rather than pretty because she’s 70% human / 30% silicone, but who cares? 
And anyway she never accepted to be my masseuse. Question of standing towards the other girls, she said. But I’m still working on it.
Meanwhile, before thinking about the security staff or the DJ, I thought it was about time for me to check the Lady Boy scene.
I decided to start with Cascade Gogo bar at Nana Plaza. I’ve been walking past this Gogo bar so many times, bringing girls to the ST hotel next door, and I’ve always wondered what it was like inside. I thought it was about time to check it out. And there I went.
Well, first, the place is big. This is quite a huge Gogo bar with a grotto theme (hence the name I guess). There is a large stage in the middle and bench-like seats around, on several levels, like the seats of Doll House or Shark for instance, except that the levels are much higher. The whole thing looks a bit like a circus actually, except that there is this large stage in the middle, and well, tons of Lady Boys!
This is the second thing you notice quite immediately: There are many many LB in this place. A service girl (or boy? Or whatever?) told me that there were 100 Lady Boys. Don’t know for sure, but I would have bet for at least 60 to 70. They were everywhere. All staring at me!!!
Well, not all, as there were a few punters around, but there were definitely not enough customers to fulfill the offer and I was quite an attraction. In addition, all other punters were asian guys. I was the only Farang in the place. Quickly the LB started coming to me and asking if they could sit with me, or have a drink, or take care me, etc.
For those who are eagerly waiting for the part where I lose my anal virginity, I’d rather tell you now: this ain’t gonna happen. Not quite yet. I was not there for that. I was actually checking the place out first by curiosity and second for my own blog where I give a review of all Gogo bars in Bangkok and around, and I thought I should include the LB scene.
However, in my reviews, I always try to give as much information as possible, including price information. Therefore I had to find out about the going rates in Cascade. I could have called the mamasan as I do sometimes in the girl-Gogos, but they’re not always the best source. In the girl-Gogos I already have a good experience and can compare the mamasan information with my personal experience, but as I have no experience of LB Gogos, I thought I had to find out by myself.
I had to call one LB to sit with me. I gave a look at the crowd on the stage. They were all wearing bikinis. And that’s when I realized that for most of them, there was a very discernable shape in the bikini. That was the first time in my life that I saw for real a bikini with a dick! And not just one. Hundreds!
I tried to make abstraction and to focus. I was a man on a mission. I tried to find one LB who looks girly, which was not as easy as one could expect. I eventually found one who did, although you wouldn’t think for a second that he could be a girl. Not from that close I mean.
He/she sat with me and we had a quick chat. The same kind of chat as you have with the girls in the other Gogos, like “Where you from?”, “You holiday here?”, “Jing jing lah?”, etc. He asked for a drink and I obliged. The disturbing thing was that he was fondling my thigh all the time, although I asked him several times to stop. Anyway, I kept focus on the conversation and eventually asked for the prices to go out with me.
Then we spoke a bit more and I asked for the check bin. He asked me if I was paying the BF, but I said that I was leaving alone. I felt like I had to justify myself and said that this was just a first visit (which was true! Doesn’t mean that there has to be a second one). And that was it. No big deal but I was kind of relieved that it was over :).
For your information (I’m sure you’re dying to know!) a Singha beer bottle at Cascade costs 135 baht, a Lady (Boy) Drink 150 baht, the BF 600 baht. The LB of my choice quoted 1500 baht ST and 3000 baht LT. There is a ST room in Cascade, but I did not understand if you have to pay an extra 600 baht to go in or if this is included with the BF (I didn’t dare to ask again as I was not really interested anyway).
Cascade is located on the third floor of Nana Plaza. Dress code is “shaped” bikini
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View all comments by Wombat
w - insightful. somewhat moving.
View all comments by sideshowBOB
the room is included it’s 2000 all inclusive.
A few friends of mine are into ladyboys been there a few times, it’s quite fun actually if you are somewhat open minded.
View all comments by RRR
wish you can call LB’s as “she” and not “he”.
YEah I know its technically wrong, but it’s just so much easier to read. And makes you look far less gay.
View all comments by MSB
Leave this kind of thing to the professionals, OK?
View all comments by Pants Elk
Went in Casanova at Nana once because I was curious. But I took the shield of a girl from Fantasia with me. They were friendly enough without being pushy, and Fantasia Girl even got up on the stage and danced. Mind you, she had downed a dozen whisky-cokes by then.
View all comments by Barry
The day your that bored of the lady scene, and your thinking of turning to the notion of a cock in a bikini,with long hair, is a sad day !!
View all comments by Fish
mr c in da house!
View all comments by mr carpet
You didn’t get laid and that is all that matters!
View all comments by SukPsycho's mom
@ MSB: sorry but for me it’s a “he”.
@ Barry: I thought about that but that would limit the whole experience in a way.
@ PE: That means you?
View all comments by SukPsycho's mom
Oops! I am the victim of my own jokes
View all comments by SukPsycho
Oh sure. Been there, done that. Don’t give a damn what anyone thinks of me for it, either. You’d be surprised to know how many men do and keep quiet about it because they’re afraid of being thought gay.I know I’m not gay, because I tried that, too. Nothing, nada. But at least I made the effort. And when I die I won’t be thinking, “fuck … I suppose it’s too late to try *that*, isn’ - - - *kaffkaffkaff* THUD.” I’ve done a lot of stupid stuff I’m ashamed of (flying Air France, for instance) but having the BKK ladyboy experience, full-on, isn’t one of them. We’re all going to die, and nobody cares what you do in Bangkok, they really don’t. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone, but then I can’t think of a single restaurant I’d recommend either. But the title of this piece … well, it’s wrong, that’s all. Calling it something like “The Night I Found Enough Courage To Go Into A Ladyboy Club But Don’t Worry Nothing Happened Because I’m Not Gay Or Anything Okay?” would at least be honest.
View all comments by Pants Elk
I ran into none other than Brian Ferry and his entourage in Cascade one night last year. He was as gentlemanly as the (wo)men on stage.
View all comments by fanta
I’m LB-phobic.
Better you than me.
View all comments by Werewolf
The ladyboy fancier doth protest too much, methinks.
View all comments by Eniac
tell me this is april fool’s somewhere.
although with u in casanova, that leaves me more free to work the crowd at RB IV.
on second thought, have another drink with the boys…
View all comments by jack dawson
I feel much more enriched after reading this
Really gave us a great insight into the ‘dark side’. Where a man shakes of the shackles of the western views towards honmosexuality and takes the plunge. You go girl!
Just seems like the whole post about buying a ladyboy a drink?
View all comments by Young Penfold
Bryan Ferry! Outstanding work fanta. Or perhaps it was one of those lookalikes. Bryan Fairy perhaps.
Makes me wonder if that really was Tom Petty I saw in The Office once.
How about other celebrity sightings? Did anyone happen to catch Hugh Grant on Soi Cowboy?
View all comments by Combover
I bumped into Chris Kamara in Patpong 1 night with his fat, ugly miserable cunt of a wife.
Rumour has it Jean Claude Van Damme has been known to dabble with lima bravos. Ill never forget him wearing his potato sack trousers and sporting bulging muscles in ‘The Kickboxer’.
That film changed my life
View all comments by Young Penfold
I agree about the title, needs to be changed as PE suggests. Think about if PE or YP wrote a Post entitled “My First Ladyboy Experience”, would be a whole different Post for sure.
View all comments by pmmp
Im writing it now
With ‘The Kickboxer’ soundtrack on full blast
View all comments by Young Penfold
Young Penfold is as gay as a ribbon in a young girl’s hair. But that’s not because he ploughs the brown furrow with girly-men. He’s gay because he wears macramé shorts with rainbow braces (”suspenders” for the Yanks, fnnnnrr), lip-synchs to Celine Dion albums and shops for candles to put in his bathroom.
View all comments by Pants Elk
Ended up shitfaced drunk with a LB one night many years ago. Found out it wasn’t my scene. Shit happens.
View all comments by Slim Dusty
Wow. . . “Shaped Bikini” This one of stories that you but read, but it doesn’t apply your life. So you wonder who it does apply to, and why did you read it.
PE - hillarious “gay as a ribbon”
View all comments by Xagrin
pretty lame….so you go to a LB bar and call that an ‘experience’ ?
at least a blow job please.
View all comments by bobonzo
15 years ago, it was my very first night on my very first trip to BKK. I was clueless as to BF, ST, LT or any other acronym or lingo. Not just a little naive. Clue. Less. My entire catalogue of information about the city was from the lyrics of One Night In Bangkok, and even then I didn’t get the reference to “the queens we use would not excite you.”
You see where this is going, of course.
So I get a cab and wind up in Patpong. I don’t remember why we went there; I’m sure I didn’t say “I want to go to Patpong.” I probably said something like “I want to go see girls.” Anyway, he drops me off in Patpong. A tout pulls me aside and ushers me to an upstairs bar. It was Super Queen. I shit you not. Anyway, I’m getting blitzed and they’ve got a show on stage with razors and pea shooters and whistles and candles and one of them writes “Good luck Fender” on a piece of paper without using her hands, so even if I had had a gaydar and been inclined to worry about such things (which I didn’t and wasn’t), I still felt pretty sure that there were pussies in this bar.
One girl comes up to me and she’s prettier than anything I’d ever seen in my pre-LOS life. I spend the whole night with her on my lap. Every time I try to put my hand down the front of her bikini, she pulls it away. I’m thinking “okay, that’s the limit: nudity on stage, but keep your hands to yourself up close.” Kinda like “you can’t touch me, but I can touch you” from Showgirls and strip clubs in the US.
I didn’t get back to Thailand for 5 years, so it was a long time before I thought about it again, and put 2 and 2 together. Some of the other signs I could have pick up on at the time were her raspy voice, and she didn’t do any of the stage shows. Oh yeah, and one of the service girls telling me “That no lady.” I think my drunken response was “You’re right, she’s a dirty whore.”
Anyway, the same naivete that got me into trouble saved me from truly crossing the Final Frontier, as I didn’t know about barfines or short time hotels or anything, so it was just drunken groping in the bar all night with no Crying Game Moment. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
View all comments by fender
@ Fender: at least one who, like me, thinks that a close encounter with a LB is already quite an experience. For those who think this is not a story, well, maybe for you. For me being (almost) alone in a bar with 100 LB and having a drink with one of them is an experience.
@ PE: I feel for you! Not even one restaurant that you could recommend in bkk! That’s sad. Maybe an airline meal?
Your proposed title suggest that only gay guys go further with LB. We all know this is not true. That’s the point. Many straight guys cross the line and this makes me wonder. But not act. Yet.
@ WW: Me, without being phobic, I don’t feel at ease with LB. They are “too much”, in a way.
@ YP: Before going to cascade I read your review on the guide.2thebigmango.com. Didn’t learn anything about the bar. Only about you.
View all comments by SukPsycho
KTs are the portal to the other side and they work this magic in both directions.
If a straight guy ends up banging and/or being banged by a KT is thought to be turning gay, does that mean that gay dude banging a KT could be thought to be turning straight? KT’s being, as it were, the double sided door.
View all comments by fanta
I’ve never barfined a LB, but I’ve never had the urge to. If I ever got the urge, I’d probably act on it and I don’t think I’d worry about having to consider myself “gay”. It’s just a term. Let’s face it, the dick wants what it wants. Someone who’d dip their toe (or other protrusion) into the LB scene probably isn’t on a slippery slope to bending over some someone of the likes of pmmp’s avatar. Some guys like chicks. Some guys like guys. Some guys like LBs. Some like 2 out of 3. Some like all 3. Some guys like getting pegged in the ass by a chick with a strap-on. Some guys like watching other guys nail their girlfriends and then licking the cum out of their snatches. Just follow the campsite rule, be excellent to each other, and party on dudes.
These days, I think LBs are a total hoot. I dig flirting with them outside of the Nana bars and watching their shows in the beer gardens. I may never partake of their services, but I think they’re a net positive for Thailand. LBs are sanuk.
View all comments by fender
Yeah, I gotta agree with bobonzo.
Everything after the headline was pretty much a let down. But now I feel inspired….
Maybe something more along the lines of what I expected for Sunday…
Stay tuned…
View all comments by Pattaya Ghost
Before I came to BKK I’d been only dimly aware of the ladyboy thing (so to speak), and only dimly aware of sex generally (like most of Western Europe). An unhappy marriage had settled (so I thought) into a sexless existence up with which I was prepared to put for the sake of the sanctity of the marriage union etcetera and blah blah. My best friend saw I was in desperate trouble and brought me out here, and in four days I’d double the number of women I’d slept with in my entire life. Three hours after landing (literally) I was enjoying an absolutely perfect threesome with a couple of willing and gorgeous girls and I knew I could never go home again. I made a conscious decision to forget everything I’d been taught, everything I’d been, and to lose all my preconceptions and ingrained prissy middle-class standards and just go for it. Part of this process of destroying my own uninteresting prejudices included ladyboys. They form a statistically negligible proportion of the fucks I’ve had since, and I have no intention of going back there. Similarly, I have no intention of going back to Gerrard’s Cross. If you’re up for some *real* “thinking out of the square” (copyright 2008 BBK), then this is surely it. And although there are katoeyphobes, there are many more who do it and don’t admit it, for various good reasons.
The vagueness - often infuriating - that clouds Thai life also affects their sexuality. Our Western binary approach can have a hard time appreciating that a katoey, at her finest, really does constitute a Third Sex. And, like so many things that for us are big, serious issues, for them it’s no big deal, and all part of the fun that life can be if you just let it.
View all comments by Pants Elk
As to the question are they a he or a she wouldn’t a more neutral term be appropriate. Perhaps it would suffice.
View all comments by Wombat
w - totally agree.
I am going to put forward a more neutral term or moniker:
ladyboy
View all comments by sideshowBOB
Wombat, I think a BKK ladyboy could give a few Western women of my acquaintance a few lessons in she-ness.
View all comments by Pants Elk
Yo PE - a Gerrards Cross man! - I’m a born and bred Amersham boy - shall we issue ties?
Luckily, I have nothing to add to the LB debate - long may it stay that way
View all comments by doctorbond
@SukPsycho - but I know a lot more people were more entertained by my REVIEW than this
I agree with Fender. Ladyboys are fucking good fun. I’ve always had a slightly camp side i must admit (15years of playing football and my recent dabble into Muay Thai is a mere front) but LBs offer up some great banter, that no girl i’ve met can compete with.
Biggest upside is they are ALL cock-hungry savages. I know about 3-4 non whoring LBs (2 uni students) who gladly come round to ‘casa penfold’ or a prearranged ST hotel and suck me 7 ways 2 sunday. If shes REAL LUCKY, she takes a 45minute dicking in the ass, then shuffle off into the night with no questions asked just for the love of ‘The Cock’. And as for the LBs on the game…… Unreal.I must of had the thick end of of 50 noshes in toilets, beaches, carparks you name it from these animals without so much of a 20baht note being exchanged
View all comments by Young Penfold
Im on MSN now to a random ‘lima bravo’ that added me on tagged………….. oh and she STILL thinks im in BKK……..
Through my SUBTLE detective skills (cream macintosh, bowler-hat and monacle) i found out shes an ‘ethics’ (what the fuck is/are ethics) student, monday through friday, but she flogs her dirtbox at a famous LB bar of a weekend, to help make ends meet……
“You want come see me, i can suck you good?” <<<< The LBs opening line - NOT bangkokbadboys FAMOUS pidgeon english chatup….
“Yeh why not, im always keen…” <<<<< my usual too-cool-for-school reply
“I can do…. 1000baht for everything, my mouth and my ass are the same. fuck fuck fuck” <<<<< LB trying to close a sale. Great saleman
“Today i dont have money - i give it to charity already. Man have no legs and no face, VELLY VELLY SAD” <<<<< telling porky pies
“OK, no problem, get taxi to Ladprao 41. We can do for free and make good fun. Wanting you in my ass”
View all comments by Young Penfold
It’s very early morning here on the banks of the mighty Mekhong. The mist has risen from the trees, and the air is fresh and sweet before the day heats up. I’ve just been served a mug of sweet Vietnamese coffee, and opened up my laptop to read Penfold’s Thought For The Day. Aaaaaah.
View all comments by Pants Elk
What’s really disturbing to me is that I was online chatting to Penfold from the comfort of my room at the same exact moment that he was carrying on these filthy correspondences with the “lima bravo”…. I thought his responses were a bit slow in coming, but I never imagined that this was the reason!
uuugh!
I feel dirty just thinking about it.
As though somehow it had been ME that had been chatting with the man-whore >>shudders<<
View all comments by Werewolf
WW - That woulod be your first 3some with an LB then!
View all comments by riodon
@ YP: it is always easier to entertain with fiction than with true stories. I try to tell the truth here, when you just keep on bragging. That’s the difference.
View all comments by SukPsycho
SukPsycho - are you calling YP a liar? That’s fightin’ talk, pardner! He doesn’t need to make *anything* up, and if it comes across as bragging, that’s because he’s an immature twat. He’d be the first to agree with that, because he’s an honest immature twat.
View all comments by Pants Elk
@SukPsycho - Im not in the business of telling pork-pies for “Wow Penfold your cools”s from people im never gonna/wanna meet. Everything i write is true
I think we’ve got off on the wrong foot here….. may i suggest a flat Spy wine cooler and a wrestle
View all comments by Young Penfold
Spy wine is gay
View all comments by SukPsycho
“may i suggest a flat Spy wine cooler and a wrestle” … it’s not for nothing he’s known as the Bard of Bangkok. What a shame he won’t be able to attend his own Grand Welcome Back Penfold Party at the Big Mango, December number 29. He shall be much missed.
View all comments by Pants Elk
I agree with others. This isn’t the cringing ass bleeding story expected by the title. To make it not as gay, next time BF (that’s bar fine, not butt f..k) a ladyboy and bar girl. Could make for a real interesting post.
View all comments by MunchMouth
How about “it” as a more neutral term? Or kath?
From Wikipedia - “The term kathoey or katoey (Thai: กะเทย, IPA: [kaʔtʰɤːj]) generally refers to a male-to-female transgender person or an effeminate gay male in Thailand. Related phrases include sao (or phuying) praphet song (”a second kind of woman”), or phet thee sam (”third sex”). The word kathoey is thought to be of Khmer origin.[citation needed] It is most often rendered as ladyboy in English conversation with Thais and this latter expression has become popular across South East Asia except in the Philippines where the term Billyboy is sometimes used.”
View all comments by MunchMouth
I’ve been going with LBs for the last year.
I got bored with girls.
Wanted something different. But I’ve still fucked the odd girl during this time.
And they are different in the sack. Some are good, some aren’t.
But they are dirty fuckers.
Maybe I won’t do it again, maybe I will.
You’d be surprised at some of the people you know who have tried one before.
Some friends I know, have gone with them before.
Cascade doesn’t have its own hotel room either.
The girls use the ST hotel next door to it.
The fee for the hotel has nothing to do with the club. You’ll pay that yourself.
As Alan Partridge said, ‘Ladyboys are fascinating creatures’.
View all comments by Jimmy Cricket
The platypus (Ornithorhynchus anatinus) is a far more interesting creature. And I can say with the utmost confidence that I won’t be putting my dick into one in this lifetime.
Note: Don’t get too excited. That reads “anatinus”, NOT “analanus”.
View all comments by Rene Descartes
I’m surprised no-one has mentioned the morning after face stubble. No matter the banter, body and blowjobs, if there’s one thing guaranteed to bring you down to earth with a bump, it’s waking up at noon with a hangover and a mangirl with a Magnum-mo. I’ve heard.
View all comments by Combover
And a throbbing ringpiece.
View all comments by Bangkok Bad Boy
@BBB: Sounds like someone’s got you pegged.
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