Sexual Exploitation in Bangkok
Sex tourism in Thailand can trace its roots to American troops on leave in the country during the Vietnam War. Today, it is part of a rapidly growing sex industry that includes prostitution, pornography, bars, brothels and human trafficking.
“HIV! HIV! Go fuck yourself!” she said, and then I woke up. Or maybe it wasn’t that way at all. Maybe a whore outside my door was cursing her punter, and I wasn’t actually dreaming.
“Why you don’t want condom? Fuck you! I don’t like you.”
“Fuck you too,” said an English male voice. “l don’t like either of you. Fuck off! Go on. Get out!”
“Across the hallway, a door slammed shut, and two Thai working girls continued their cursing. “You got no Willy. You got no Willy…he-he-he… “
“Fuck you too! HIV! HIV!”
I must have fallen back to sleep because the phone rang and woke me up. It was around 10 am, and for a moment, I had to think about where I was since I wasn’t used to a telephone being so close to my bed. I wasn’t going to answer it. A sudden urge to pull the heavy drapes across a light-filled crack exposing sheer net curtains at my window came to me, but sleepy laziness prevented my rising out of bed.
I thought I knew exactly who had called. Sure enough, less than a minute later, I could hear William and Bineke’s voices outside my window. They knocked on the door three times and waited. Then I heard William mumble something in his distinctive Irish lilt as if he knew that I was inside hiding.
These two had recently become my ‘new best friends on a three-day jungle trek outside Chiang Mai. Eating roasted grasshoppers and sharing a bamboo hut on stilts with seven others in our group, we had become close quickly, avoiding giant centipedes at nights with our bodies washed in mosquito repellent. Skinny, Dutch Bineke had been giving me the eye at first, but since William showed her more attention than I did, they ended up copping off together in the middle of our first night. Shagging…