Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

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Well the curfew in Bangkok has been lifted but it came too late for me. I winged over to Bali instead. Much like the rest of the world it seems. Visitor arrivals are up almost 20% in Bali which means Kuta is heaving. The Balinese are happy, they haven’t had it so good since the infamous bombing.

But Kuta does get a bit tedious after a while so I headed up to the north and found a place with a lovely garden to while away a few days. The charming little takeaway I brought with me has already perfected the art of making herself scarce when I sit down to read or write. Re-appearing only at lunchtime with a tray of goodies and an impish grin.

Following an early afternoon fuck and a nap we take a stroll in the rice fields as the sun goes down. Then a soapy slippery shower before dinner. After that a nice massage and a … look there’s bugger all else to do around here.

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Good news for all you Met-art fans. They have finally come up with a new Asian model or at least a gallery that I’ve not seen before. Her name is Lavinia Chan, a pretty looking girl, slim and with a gorgeous soft looking bush that you’d love to bury your face in.

Of course she’s been pimped up by the make-up folks and she’s been shot in arty pastel tones. But behind all that she reminds me of the student girls that slink down to Hong Kong from mainland China to hook for a couple weeks on a short stay visa.

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Dutch sex shop De Condoomfabriek (The Condom Factory) has launched “Pope Condoms” to make a point about sexually transmitted diseases, unwanted pregnancies and the Vatican’s opposition to contraceptives.

The wrapper shows an image of a papal figure that looks rather like Ratzy, though the face is removed, and a text that reads “I SAID NO! We say YES!” framing the image.

I can understand the Vatican’s point to a degree, after all choir boys don’t get pregnant. But there are plenty of people out there who like to role play. I think Popedoms are a grand idea and I sincerely hope that Condoomfabriek will follow up with the launch of some naughty nun habits with hot pink trim, a rubber mitre and a vibrating Pope stick.

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There has been a curfew in Bangkok over the entire weekend. I decided there wasn’t much point in going up there but I did call a few bargirl friends to see how things were. Some had chosen to just hibernate through it while others had gone back up country to see families.

They all felt a rather sad and subdued. Those that work in Nana Plaza were there right until the last evening. Patpong, which was just a stones throw from the barricades, had closed down some days before.

It’s a funny thing, the mainstream media tells the world that Thaksin has huge support in the north-east of Thailand. That’s true, he does, largely because of his cash handouts. But they never mention that most of the country’s bargirls also come from the north-east and I’ve met very few of them who have any liking for the guy.

It was Thaksin that enforced the two o’clock closing time law which shaved a couple of the more lucrative hours off their workday. And between them bargirls do far more to alleviate poverty and provide education for the region’s children than anything any politician has ever done.

One girl who runs a small bar/restaurant on Sukhumvit spoke for many; “I work hard every day, I send all my money back every month. Now cannot! No have customer, no have money!”

	I was away for a while doing proper work. Not much in the way of smut or lascivious behaviour for the last couple of weeks, it’s frowned upon in those parts. I was rather looking forward to getting back to Bangkok and taking my frustrations out on some warm bodies and cold beers but with the threat of curfew it seemed a bit pointless. Anyway, I’m holed up in Singapore at the moment. Plenty of fun to be had here of course. Probably more microbreweries per capita than anywhere else on earth, prostitution is legal (in designated zones) and the discos in the Four Floors of Whores are throbbing. But it does tend to make the old credit card scream for mercy after a few days though so I’ll probably mosey off somewhere else.

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Some girls are messy eaters, it’s true. They can also make a lot of noise. The noise is quite popular in some quarters, I’ve heard guys say that they get really turned on by an enthusiastic slurping sound.

It makes me giggle. But since I don’t want to appear rude I try to suppress it. But the tremors still ripple through my body. This leads the girl to think I am about to cum so she redoubles her effort which makes me giggle more.

But I digress. For the dribblers salvation is at hand. Now we must be quite fair, cocks can’t be the easiest of things to get in your mouth. It’s also correct to say that, if all goes according to plan, the cock will be contributing more than it’s fair share to the mess.

That’s why the Lickie Dickie is the latest must have accessory for every bedside table. The Lickie Dickie is a strawberry scented, individually wrapped, tissue with a hole in the middle.

Stick your dick through the hole and whoever is gets on the other end will no longer get pubes stuck between their teeth. They will also have somewhere to wipe their chin and spit out your share of the mess, if they are not inclined to swallow, without have to go rummaging under the bed to find the toilet roll that must have fallen there ten minutes earlier.

The Lickie Dickie is available in packs of three, twelve and twenty-four