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Those deals with the invisible powers can be as complex as a complicated merger is in real business. Khun Amorn apparently had promised to become a monk for the duration of 15 days, if the land and the car deal went both through. And – as the old Romans already knew – pacta sunt servanda, agreements must be kept. And this is especially true in dealing with such mighty business partners. So Khun Amorn moved from gay Pattaya to not so terribly gay Nong Khai and overlooked the renovation (new painting) of Castelgandolfo II. Around 300 guests were invited for the grand monk making party and Khun Amorn wanted to receive his many guests in style, in a clean or even immaculate place. Read more

Suzy Size had dinner with her straight friends and then naturally joined the gay Phnom Penh crowds at Blue Chilli. There was a nice young man there that caught the attention of your heroine. He was quite funny and your heroine paid him some beers. Naturally he wanted to join Miss Size for the night or short time, but Suzy turned him down for now. She had him come over the next afternoon instead and he came, indeed, they actually both came, eventually… Read more

But you must know, user of Sticky Rice Gay Guide Asia and Gay Guide World, the Mia Noi does not call your heroine any longer, conveying the so tempting and reassuring message: “I am so horny, please come over to see me at once!” Since November that sexy Mia Noi has a so called partner, a Russian of all nations! He stays with that handsome gay Thai guy and Suzy is no longer allowed to visit her fine young man of 32 years of age any longer at his quarters! This is not only a pity because of the ample and convenient parking, right in front of the building, Miss Size now has to call herself, instead of being called! Read more

I was looking forward last week to go to the 13th anniversary party of Panorama, the oldest gay pub of Pattaya, scheduled for Monday December 10th. But Sunday afternoon I got the shocking, no, devastating news that Tim Durell, public face of Panorama pub and Funny Boys host bar in Boyztown, in the early hours of Saturday had jumped to his death from the ninth floor of Center Condo. Naturally, the party was cancelled, but the Panorama Pub and Funny Boys will continue to exist under the same successful management, but – sadly – without the familiar face of Tim. Read more

The last ten days or so were the most stressful since your heroine Suzy Size returned from her latest trip to gay South America. She accompanied the Thai brother in law to Chanthaburi where he had to deliver 200 small Graviola trees to a customer. Even though they were only small ones, they filled the whole back of the pickup truck. The customer was a rich middle aged Thai woman who wanted to plant those to her unknown trees on a small part of her land. All in all she is the proud owner of more than 1000 Rai of land, one Rai accounts for 1600 square meters. Read more

At the table besides them was a mother with her effeminate son and his lady-boy lover. Naturally your heroine watched them from the corners of her eyes but was not at least attracted by any of them. So another sip of ice cold beer and some snacks until the next race took some attention. But then two gorgeous young men arrived together on a bike wearing unusually fancy clothes for Nong Khai. Your heroine could no longer master her eyes which followed the two sexy guys all over. In her mind Suzy Size was undressing them slow motion and was now having sex with both of them, neglecting the boat races at the shore of the Mekhong. Were they twins or just mysterious brothers? Read more

Almost four months have passed since your exhausted heroine returned home to Pattaya from her 12 weeks on the road. The lost suitcase containing the precious seeds turned up eventually, they were all planted and most of them did sprout. The Mia Noi is as horny as ever and calls at last once a week, back to the gay Pattaya sex routine. Many new wonders could be detected in the luscious gardens surrounding Castelgandolfo, the somewhat pretentious residence of your heroine outside Pattaya. Namely the Burma tomatoes, an old variety that still has taste was a huge success story. Read more

After about one and a half hours Miss Size was close to reaching the check-in counter, but a young rude soldier demanded to search her luggage. Look, gay visitor of Venezuela, Suzy Size was not afraid that he would find bundles of US Dollars in her luggage, the strict currency controls of the Chavez government are the main reason all passengers at the main Venezuelan airport are searched thoroughly by young soldiers just fallen from a tree, without the least manners naturally. Caracas had been very expensive and Miss Size had not much cash left. Neither was Suzy Size afraid, all her dildos, countless packages with gliding cream or her expensive fur coats – she had declared them all when she had entered that silly country – could be confiscated, but her precious seeds! Read more

Look, prospective visitor of gay Caracas or gay Venezuela rethink your travel plans! All the bad things you hear about Caracas, the most dangerous city of South America, are true. Your heroine Suzy Size has no intention ever to return to Caracas – that shithole - under any circumstances. Read her lips: Never ever in this life or the many that might follow is Suzy Severa Size going back to bloody, bloody Caracas! Read more

I loved some of the gay Cuban men, I met and I loved the excellent music I heard at the terrace of Hotel Inglaterra and at the Sofia restaurant near my great casa particular. And, yes, Greta Alvarez was not shocked at all when I took my Guantanamero there – on the contrary, she seemed to be relieved not to have to deal with female whores - and can thus be labeled as gay friendly. I had met Johanesides, a 26 years old construction worker, at the same gay Havana cruisy hotspot, that park opposite the Hotel Inglaterra, but I was first hesitant to take him home with me. Read more

Jim Lumsden, the flamboyant owner of Baan Souy, the exotic luxury resort of gay Pattaya, and his partner Gordon May can look back on a very busy, but also successful year. They opened their new resort, halfway between Boyztown and Jomtien gay beach in a quiet and very convenient location. From 9 am until 11 pm they provide a free Tuk-Tuk service for their guests that will drop them at either of the two gay hotspots in our town. By the way, this Baan Souy Tuk-Tuk is fully licensed and the passengers are therefore insured. Read more

When Cielo and I were finally alone in that kitschy room, in that so benevolent gay Havana short time safe house of heroic El chino, we immediately jumped on each other with the greatest possible enthusiasm! Comrade Connie I admit: Here in the somewhat simple – call it filthy, if you must – room of El chino: I experienced the very best camaraderie of the whole fucking trip! Forgotten was Darick darling, back in Belem…. I do not want to bore you with the details, comandante Connie, but the pleasure was huge, and Cielo was very accommodating indeed. I left El chino a happy man and very satisfied. I was sure, I would meet Cielo, that great gift sent by heaven, again, probably right the next day. Read more

Dear comrade Connie,
in retrospect it is inconceivable and unforgivable why it took me five days to firstly identify the gay friendly casa particular of Hilda Alvarez in Havana and secondly to move right in. Your secret instructions which I had learned by heart were very clear and absolutely precise. The only explanation for my blunder I can find: The reactionary anti gay forces of Havana must have applied voodoo in order to confuse me. When I finally identified this Havana safe house, I found everything to be as you had described it! I rung the door bell at the kitchen of Hilda Alvarez and a friendly woman appeared. But it was not Hilda, it was Greta Alvarez! Read more

A waitress had laid an eye on me or my wallet and wanted me to treat her for an ice cream. This was a slippery slope, indeed. She constantly smiled at me and clearly offered herself for the most horrible vices those loose girls can think of. But there was also a charming young man visiting some friends in the restaurant opposite. I talked with him and invited him for a beer. Elvis was 20 years old, obviously gay and he became our first man in Havana, comrade Connie. I took him home that afternoon to the casa particular of grandma Mimi who was luckily absent. I immediately tested his shooting abilities, his general skills, thoroughly and I must say, comrade comandante Connie, he is not a shooting star yet, but a useable foot soldier, with certain abilities and prospects. So I can happily report back to you, comandante in jefe Connie: Mission accomplished! First penetration into gay Havana, Cuba, successfully absolved! Read more

As you must certainly know, comrade comandante Connie, during the first four or five decades after the Cuban revolution, gays were not valued as they are today, they were prosecuted, punished and ridiculed by all these beard wearing revolutionaries. Only in recent years the attitude has started to change, partly due to Mariela Castro, the daughter of the present president, Raul Castro. Mariela, as we two know, comrade Connie, was inspired by your secret missions to gay Cuba, has been infiltrated by you, Connie Lingus, was turned around by your scientific arguments and thus has become our highly placed agent for the good cause, a well connected gay rights activist. It is maybe a bit striking and ironic to the first time gay visitor that our man in Havana is a woman! Read more

Dear comrade Connie,
we owe you a lot – nearly everything! - when it comes to discover gay Cuba and gay Havana in particular. Your secret advance missions to gay Cuba several years ago helped so much: You did not travel under your real name Connie Lingus, you used the male alias Wayne Bukowski and even went so far as to grow a beard to mix better with all the other heroic bearded revolutionaries in said island country. Your penetrations into gay Cuba were a 100% success and we thank thee for all the sheer endless endeavors undertaken! You are a true hero of the global gay community and have advanced the good cause by real deeds, not hollow words! Read more

There are not so many countries in the world that have an Atlantic and Pacific coast. Costa Rica is one of the very few, and – after having visited gay Manuel Antonio on the Pacific side – your horny heroine Suzy Size was sitting in another bus bringing her to hopefully very gay Puerto Viejo de Talemanca on the Caribbean or Atlantic side. But Miss Size had no illusions about the gay night life, the gay bar scene of Puerto Viejo: There is none. Colin, the gay Canadian owner of Banana Azul, the gay friendly, beautiful beach resort a bit outside of Puerto Viejo, had warned Miss Size: “Bring a boy with you from gay San Jose, or face…” Read more

There is a little bar at the gay Hotel Villa Roca where Suzy Size met a gay American resident of Manuel Antonio. The former social worker had made a living through his work for a charity aids organization before retirement. Larry – or was it Harry? – was very talkative after three gin tonics and remained so all night through uncountable gin tonics. He is the type you can find in many gay communities, he thinks of himself as the conscience of the place, of Manuel Antonio in this case. He showed your heroine the gay night life of Manuel Antonio, but he bored Miss Size with all the stories about his boring life: “I should write a book about my life.” Please, do not, Larry or Harry! Read more

On her first Saturday in San Jose, the gay capital of Costa Rica, your horny heroine naturally went to Puchos. If you invest some of your scarce quality time to go to the Pink Pages of Sticky Rice Gay Guide Asia and Gay Guide World regarding San Jose Costa Rica you will understand why: Just click through to Puchos Night Club, the gay night club of San Jose. The Saturday night fever of Miss Size was caused by the stripper bug: On that night of the week Puchos offers strip shows with – if the poster outside was meaningful at all – the well known Suzy Size hunks. The entrance fee of 8000 Colones (16 $ US) includes a so called “open bar between 8 pm and midnight”… Suzy Size wondered whatever that might be? She normally expects the bar to be open in a disco or strip place anyhow… Read more

“Is this that famous gay San Jose massage place called Oasis?” Your heroine asked this from the iron gate, and indeed she had found the right location and was friendly asked in. The fine proprietor Luis Antonio C. is the provider – call this noble man pimp if you must be hypercorrect – of “atractivos chicos” between 20 and 30 years. He has exactly the same profession as the wonderful “El Chino” whom we will get to know in gay Havana, Cuba (patience, Eduard, patience!), but contrary to said Cubano he is much more discreet, he does not ask his boys to lower their pants for a visual inspection of the hardware, for a sneak preview, he just explains verbally what they can do and how they are bestowed. But before that part the unsuspecting gay visitor of this outstanding San Jose massage parlor is shown around in the rather large premises. There are different room types at different rates available, all prices – Suzy forget most of them – are all inclusive. Naturally, your heroine went for the most expensive all inclusive treatment for 50 $ US and picked Luis, a good looking gay Nicaraguan guy, as her flight attendant up to paradise. Read more