Being called a "faggot" in Nana - tales of a fun night out!

Things are changing again in my life. I now live with my boyfriend. He moved on two nights ago, much to the astonishment of the guards. I explained them the situation, and they said it's not a problem.

Actually, I started "bribing" the guards last week. When I went to 7eleven, I bought some Red Bull and other energy drinks and little boxes of juice. They really loved that. I asked them which brand they like best, and they answered they prefer coffee, so coffee it should be the next time.

It's helpful to have good relations with people that are near your sphere of life in Thailand. This is called corruption in Western countries, here in Thailand it's a way of life. You help me, I help you, it's nothing bad. The guards protect my home, so I am nice to them too...chai mai?

Yesterday night, I went out with the boyfriend and his gang from school. They are: two Thais who have lived abroad for a long time (one can not even write or read Thai), one Malaysian with Filipino-Japanese girlfriend, a Sudanese with English girlfriend and a Chilean-Belgian guy.

With me (Swiss-Australian) and the bf (Korean-Kiwi), we racked up quite a few nationalities...this is what happens if you study in an international school, like the bf does. I on the other hand only met Thais in my class.

The Malaysian guy is leaving on Sunday, so we went out for a goodbye dinner - to Nana. Gays like me are usually very weary of such straight places, I on the other hand find it hilarious because the scene is usually quite comical.

The German beer place, I can recommend ERDINGER

We sat down at this "German" beer place, where you buy a pint of beer for at least 100 baht and then you get BBQ for free. It's a great deal.

I am normally very skeptical of such deals because I like good-quality food, but since the BBQ was only going for about 20 minutes (until they finished their meat), the food was good. I have also not had such a good coleslaw (the Aussie side) and a Kartoffelsalat (potato salad, my Swiss side) for quite some time.

The place was full with the straight expat crowd, all looking exactly the same. Jeans, a t-shirt/polo, more or less hiding a well-rounded tummy, a shaved head in various colours between bronzed and red.

There werent many prozzies on the prowl, these men were all there for the cheap feed. Some already had their girlfriends. And a good few of these actually flirted with me.

As I was standing in the line, the Filipino-Japanese girl arrived. Interestingly, she is a major fag-hag. So she didnt arrive alone, but brought about 4 Pinoy fags with her. One of them I knew from my early days here.

He's the typical "friend of a friend". A very nice guy, but we never managed to get to know each other, because a jealous queeny Thai guy was always between us. And I dont mean this in a sexual way.

Anyhow, the Pinay shrieked when she saw me in the line and said: NICE SHIRT, BB!!! I said: THANK YOUUUUUU. The guy next to me, an expat example I described above said: YES, NICE SHIRT, BUT YOU LOOK LIKE A FAGGOT!!!!!

That was an invitation for me to react and hit back, something I love to do. I told him: YES, I AM ONE (FAGGOT), IS THAT A PROBLEM FOR YOU?

oh my gawwwwwd this man blushed and his ego just shrank to a total minimum....he smiled awkwardly and walked off quietly, not to be seen again. HA, faggots rule!!!!

The place where I was rightly called a faggot

Later, the night turned from fun to awesomely fun. Turns out the Pinay girl and the bf share the same style in music and she and her love to bitch together. I dont know why I always make great friends with Filipinos, it must be their openness and "out-there" way of conversing, but I am thrilled to know her. (She has a blog too by the way, find it here: Bellestar)

Her boyfriend was telling us how when he slept at his classmate's place, his classmate was touching his cock in the morning and said: hey, it's so big...

....to which the girlfriend responded: AND HE CALLS THAT BIG????

Hahahaha, that was so mean! You dont talk about a man's best parts in such a way. Women might not know, but insulting a man's penis is something that should be avoided...

We moved on to the Volkswagen Minibus makeshift bar placed on the sidewalk in front of the Nana shopping mall. The host there is gay and his workers are all tomboys (boyish lesbians). They played a lot of 90's music, and we sang, drank, kissed and took pictures of the mayhem.

My bf always gets so touchy and feely when he's drunk, it's very cute...he'll just lean over and give me french kisses, no matter where we are. I wonder how these pictures turned out actually...

As I am writing, the bf is in the bed with a headache. Today, 12 people (the same people as last night) are going to come to my condo to cook Indian food (one is Indian). My Swiss side tells me: "go and clean the condo before they come!" My Australian/Thai side tells me:"It's gona be fun!"