In Thailand, there seems to be a general tolerance of homosexuality; traveling throughout the country, I’ve encountered many katoeys (male homosexuals) in all walks of life. Katoey is Thai slang for a gay male. In Bangkok and in the popular beach resorts of Pattaya and Phuket, there are dedicated Katoey bars, strip clubs and Katoey Extravaganza Floor Shows which are geared for the most part towards the gay farang(westerners) crowd. Believe it or not, there are many homosexual farangs who travel to Thailand to have a sexual liaison with a katoey. A certain percentage of the katoeys like to dress themselves up as women (transvestites) and a certain percentage are transsexuals. Of course, Thailand has a reputation around the world as having the best facilities for a sex change operation.
As a travel agent, I have inspected a fair number of hotels in Thailand and there always seems to be at least one katoey who is a hotel employee. Does not bother me in the least, so long as they don’t get any funny ideas. I had a somewhat disturbing but relatively harmless encounter with a katoey, during my last visit to Koh Chang, a beautiful island located in eastern Thailand.
The incident happened last November. After checking into KB Bungalows, a small bungalow operation located in the Kai Bee resort area, the manager informed me that the room I booked for was unavailable for the night. As a result, I would be accommodated into a deluxe bungalow with large king bed. A young man escorted me to my room; he had kind of a feminine manner about him and seemed to be making “eyes at me”. My katoey detector went off immediately. As he checked me into my room, I thought it would be best to “cut the bull off at the pass” by letting him know diplomatically that I wasn’t into boys per se. Seeing that I had a very large bed, I remarked to him, that with such a big bed, I better find some ladies to help occupy it with me. I knew he understood enough English to get the message.
Well, the next day, the manager had me change rooms. The same young fellow escorts me to my room in another bungalow. Going up the steps to the room, I felt a hand lightly tickle my ass; I immediately brushed the hand away. Then, as I was in the room, the young fellow tried to fondle “the family jewels”. I pushed his hands away and softly pushed him in the stomach with my fist. Glaring at him and my pointing my finger at him, I told him in no uncertain terms that if he ever tried those maneuvers again, I would bust him up really good and break both of his arms or his neck and “make sure for the remainder of my stay, if he was concerned about his well being, it would be in his best interests to keep his distance.” In a menacing voice, I asked the boy if he understood? Shaking, in a soft voice, he said he did. For the remainder of my stay at KB bungalow, the frightened katoey avoided me like the plague and there were no more incidents. After much consternation, I decided to tell the hotel manager about her “naughty employee”. The manager said she was sorry; somehow, I have a feeling though that, this young man was a relative of the hotel manager, so he probably did not even get a reprimand for his bad behavior.
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