Thai School Uniforms - 2011

Memory is in details and I can remember exactly what I was wearing the day JFK was murdered in Dallas. A white shirt, sky-blue tie, navy-blue trousers, a black belt, and black shoes. Every boy in my class wore the same outfit. In fact the uniform was mandatory for each male attending Our Lady of the Foothills. No deviations were allowed by the nuns and that edict was issued to the girls in their powder-blue pleated skirts, dazzling white shirt, and dull black shoes. Mother Superior had banned shoe polish for girls in fear that boys would gaze at the shoes' high gloss reflection to discover the hidden treasure up a girl's skirts. Our imaginations were stronger than her mandate and to this day the sight of a Catholic school girl uniform transports me across time to 1964, unfortunately in the 21st Century school uniforms are uncommon in the USA, however the tradition remains strong in Asia.

Every nation has their specialty, however most males would agree that Thailand dominates the schoolgirl uniform race and in 2011 the Japanese Press declared that the Thai university uniforms of a short-sleeve white blouse and short black skirt was the world's sexiest student uniform.

Thailand for all its brothels and sex tourism was a very puritian country and the local media and politicians expressed their outrage about this dubious honor with the deputy education minister going as far as announcing a pogrom against sexiness in school.

Chok dee, you fool, for the girls in Thai universities are a cultural treasure admired by men all across the world, especially anyone from the USA, where many coeds are so fat that they would look better in a chador.

Long live the Thai schoolgirl uniform.

Another Wonder of the Modern World under threat from the Thailiban.

Square S&M / The Castle - Pattaya 2007

Back in 2007 the Castle opened for business providing hardcore sex across from the Buffalo Bar on Pattaya's 3rd Road. The dress code was black. I was more interested in drinking beer and sat at the bar, but the Buffalo's bar girls watched young women exit from the S and M bar at the end of the night to mount new motor-scooters driven by their Thai boyfriends. None of them girls looked none the worse for an evening of hard work.

"2000 baht for 30 minutes." Tuk told me, then added. She was everyone's #1 girl at the Buffalo. "No sex. Only beat man. Good money."

Later that week Nick was sitting with Tuk and he asked me, "What you think happens in there?"

"The usual. Whips, chains, handcuffs, fetish stuff." I had read on Stickman.com that the Castle was quite a nice place. "Do you want to share them with mates?"

"I don't see why not?"

"Because you don't want to know what you like. Pattaya is where place where you indulged your innermost fantasies.

"If you went there, what would you do?" Nick pointed to a man leaving the Castle, as if he had a plug up his ass.

"I don't know."

"You must have some hidden desire?" The Tottenham Spurs fan wasn't letting me off easy.

"None that I can think of." It was the truth. My only fantasy was lying in bed with Mam, my wife.

"Whipping a nurse?"

"No."

"Getting whipped by a nurse?"

"No." I lifted my finger to stop him, then wracked my brain for an answer. "I'm stumped."

"No sadistic menage a trois fantasies or masochistic domination wishes?

"No." My mind was a sexual wasteland.

"That can't be possible."

"Sad, but true, I'm a square." I was shocked by this admission and drove home to Mam in Jomtien. We made love and I felt her belly. Our baby was growing inside her.

I fell asleep in her arms, but two hours I woke with a scream.

"What wrong?" Mam was used to my snores.

Not screams.

"Nothing." I couldn't tell her about a dream of S and M Thai girls chasing me around the Castle. Thai women are very jealous, even of ghosts in your dreams. There was only one way to exorcise this monster and a week later I departed the Jomtien apartment in a black shirt and black jeans.

"Who die?" Mam was suspicious.

"No one. I just want to wear black."

"You look like mafia."

"Thanks." I kissed her. "I'll be back early."

"I wait you." Mam knew once I had two beers, that I wasn't going to fool around and I had already finished two Leos.

I rode my Vespa over to 3rd Road and parked two hundred years from the Castle. I didn't want anyone from the Buffalo Bar seeing me enter the S and M establishment.

Stickman had warned that the Castle wasn't cheap.

Anything went there as long as there was no blood, so?1000 baht an hour?was a bargain, especially since back in the USA a good dominatrix could charge a $1000/HR.

Darkness was my friend and I touched my wallet. I had 5000 baht on me, however the security guards from the Buffalo spotted me. "Pai ngai?"

I pointed inside and they shouted out 'good luck'.

I opened the door. The bar was dimly lit with receding settees. The girls lounged at the bar. One set were vinyl dominatrixes, another slave girls in school uniforms, and lingerie-clad submissives. On stage a stocky dyke in black vinyl dripped hot wax onto her farang victim. His screams of pain sounded real. The matronly mama-san came to my table and explained the rates as well as the options.

"Drink with lady 250 baht. One hour with lady 3000 baht. Extra cost more. Up to you."

"If you want longer, girl can take it." The mama-san was proud of her girls. "Most farang come here English, German, Kohn Nippon. Khon Nippon like tie up girl and then whip her. German like sick thing and England man like spanking. What America like?"

I had the money and the time, yet no idea what I wanted from a woman who would do anything. "I don't know."

"You not know? Ask what you want."

I was about to repeat my previous answer, when a big-breasted dominatrix in black leather emerged from the back room leading a fat German by a chain. Her hair was cut like Betty Page and she was no stranger, for I had been admiring Cochise for the past three years. She had a vicious French boyfriend. Yves was a pimp from Marseilles. He had recently been recently deported from Thailand for selling phony credit cards.

"You like Cochise?"

"Maybe." I wasn't willing to admit yes.

I'll get her for you." The madam gestured to the hardened pro.

Cochise freed the German and then kneeled before the mama-san to kiss her boots. She looked up at me and I whispered my request to the mama-san.

"She never slave."

"I don't want her to be a taa-see.If she says no, then it's no, but ask her."

I gave her a purple bill.

500 baht got the mama-san to tell Cochise my request.

Cochise nodded yes and sat by my side.

Her skin smelled of unwanted sex.

"I see you before. At Welkom Inn." She leaned over to touch my thigh

"I saw you there too."

A lady drink arrived at the table and Cochise sighed five seconds, "I not slave."

"Me too." I wasn't so sure that Cochise was telling the truth, since I had seen her sporting black eyes from her Froggie boyfiend, then again that was love and this was commerce.

"So what you want to do?"

"Chain you and have sex." The couple on stage had moved onto a paddling. The smacks ringed in my ears. I didn't want to hurt anyone.

"No whips."

Cochise nodded her agreement.

"Only one hour. 3000 baht. Have customer come later. He slave. Easy work. You maybe not easy. Maybe you do before."

Cochise signaled to the mama-san she was heading out back.

"Maybe you want other girl."

"Want you only."

"Barg wan." She walked down a small corridor into a white room. Chains hung on the wall. The cuffs were leather.

"No sweet talking. The truth." I wanted her, but only really like this.

She stripped off her leather. Her breasts and small nipples. She was also not really a woman, but a ladyboy. She kept hiding the truth.

"You can be master now." Cochise kneeled on the floor. Her hair hung over her face. Her pose and the darkness of the room transported us back a hundred years when most Thais were slaves. Royalty could do with kee kao or slaves as they liked. For an hour or two I could do the same and that's the beauty of the Castle, except I wasn't into it.

"What wrong?"

"I can't do it." Mam was in my mind. I had never cheated on her.

"You love your lady." Her laugh was a whip.

"Chai." I gave Cochise her money. She waii-ed respectfully and said, "Maybe lucky can be your slave again or mistress."

She slapped my ass with a strength born of a rebel.

Two minutes later I left the castle and walked over to the Buffalo.

All the girls wanted to know. "Khun penh taat reu naii?"

Master or slave?

Tuk most of all.

"Kwam lap." No one needed to know my secret.

"Khun penh ajaan sadeet." A bargirl accused me of being a sadistic teacher.

"Not even close." I had realized her fantasy. Then again Tuk played a lot of roles for farangs.

I bought her a drink and a gin-tonic for me.

After three gin-tonics Cochise was out of my mind, but not 100% gone until I got back to Mam.

I was her slave and she was the mother of my baby, which meant I really was a square, but if you're looking for something a little different, visit the Castle. It ain't cheap, so bring cash since they don't accept Visa.

RATES

1-year membership for 15,000 baht

Non-members

900 baht entrance fee includes one drink.

Next drinks 300 baht

Bottle 7000 baht includes mixers

MEMBERS get 50% off

Lady Drinks - 250 baht

Dress code - black shirt required.

Hours 5:30 till closing.

Website http://www.the-castle-pattaya.com

THE CASTLE THIRD ROAD PATTAYA

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Marie Of Euston Station - Dublin

Last Monday I missed the 1:25pm United flight from Dublin to Newark. All my fault. I got lost between terminals 1 and 2. It happens, but United rebooked my flight for tomorrow without offering free accommodations other than the inner security open 24 hours after day. I had seen several travelers stretched out on the stone floor three moons before.

There was another option and I called Mollie Rainforest, a photographer for the Trans Gender Festival. she hadn't any room, but contacted Harry, the director of PUPPY GIRL LOVE. He happily agreed to share his 4 star hotel room. Great news, although I had to kill time, since he had a meeting with his producers.

Years ago a few hours in a pub was an easy solution, except I've been off my drink for over four years. Sober all of them.

The hotel the Ashling across the River Liffey had a warm lobby that afternoon. Sunny outside and I crossed the river to the Victorian train station. The sun bright on the tidal stream. Tea. Irish tea. My Nana made a wicked cup of tea. Milky and sweet.

I entered the station. The first time in almost thirty years. Last time with Ty Spaulding heading back to Galeay to catch a bus to Cliften and then a car down to Bally oneeley. The station wss unchanged save for the digital depature board and the modern cafes. A train was leaving for the West. I walked to a sandwich shop. A old woman sat with an empty tea cup on the table along with a cigarette butt smoked to the quick.

Our eyes met with recognition. She was younger than me. Almost the same age. We knew the last century. She played with a strand of brown gray matted hair. We were from the 20th Century.

"Would you care for a cup of tea?"

"You don't have to."

"It will be my pleasure."

"Milk with one sugar."

She smiled and I cleared off her cup and cigarrette butt. THe tip was wet to my fingers. Saliva from her lips. Almost a kiss. I ordered two teas. Both with milk and one sugar. Two young women, Maria and Helen, both emigrants from Eastern Europe, served me. I recited a haiku and returned to the table/ Maria served up another smile. Nether of us were invisible to each other. Trhhough the weekend I had strolled through Dublin. rarely seeing poeple my age. Mostly tourists wandered to streets, cellphones in their hands. Maria and I saw each other, as did Maria and Helen. She sold me about a pianist play music in an hour. She had come to the station for that. To be with people. We spoke about nothing. I figure she was in her 60s. I had been in Dublin thirthy years ago. Maria had been thirty. I had only been in Dublin twice. I asked, if she had ever seen me beofre.

She smiled and said, "No, and I would have remember you."

I ordered a sandwich. My ATM lacked the funds. I sat back with Maria and bid farewell. As I was leaving one of the counter girls, Marie, handed me a sandwich. A gift of humanity and I left Euston Station. It felt good to be back in Ireland.

The Best Ordovician Horseshoe Crab in the World - Earth Day

Dating back in time to the Ordovician age 450 million years ago horseshoe crabs are considered living fossils. These ancient invertebrates' eyes are a million times more sensitive to light than humans, but they don't have wear sunglasses, while mating in mud or sand of shallow coastal waters of the East coasts of America and South East Asia. Sadly these extraordinary creatures are threatened by extinction in the Atlantic Ocean, due to pollution and over-harvesting to provide bait for eels.

In Asia their eggs are a delicacy for the Thais.

For ages I thought แมงดาจาน or maeng daa sounded the same as แมงดา to the farang ear, but แมงดา means pimp and it's difficult to tell the phonetic difference between แมงดาจาน and แมงดา when drinking beer at the beach of Ban Amphur.

Few Americans have ever tasted maeng daa roe, but it's delicious or ความอร่อย anywhere in the world, but never after they've made love.

The Timeliness of Horseshoe Crabs - All the Best Earth day

Fotos from beneath the Broad Channel Bridge June 2025

Now awaiting on Clinton Hill for the Summer homecoming of the Horeseshoe Crabs.

Rene Descartes author of The Age of Reason had argued that animals had no intelligence, because they had no sense of time. The rationalist lablled them 'automata'. or mndless creatures. To argue that accusation horseshoes crabs return to the same beach to lay eggs year after year according to the cosmic time of the moon and have for over 400 million years well before Man needed a clock to know the time.

Eternity now

Horseshoe crabs only exist on the East Coast of America and Southeast Asia. A species 440 millions old according to man's calculations. I know nothing thankfully. Happy Earth Day econsume.

SINDAY AFTERNOON AT THE BONEYARD

The only name I recall from the tombstones of the Howth cemetery was Quigley, a young man, they all are to me, was tending to the family plot. I respectably backed off the grave. Brian had lived in Howth all his life as had his antecedents underneath the soil. Tight with words he said succinctly, "Howth a country all on its own." I walked away with a nod leaving him to the prayers and the wind.