Ask any retired Sailor where their favorite port call was, and most likely they’ll name some place in Southeast Asia. More than likely that place will be Thailand. I’ve never been worldly man, and while that’s changing, I’m still pretty ignorant to a lot of happenings in countries that aren’t as developed as those in the west. I thought I was prepared for Thailand, I really did. I have heard every story imaginable about the place from every Sailor with a sea-story, but I was still unprepared for what I was about to see. Thailand, while a beautiful country, has a reputation for being a staple in the sex-tourism business; more specifically, Bangkok, Phuket, and Pattaya.
Our ship anchored about 3 miles off the coast of a Thai Navy base in Sattahip, and had boats running between the ship and pier, to buses on their way to nearby Pattaya. The first day we had liberty, I didn’t have much fun. About 12 hours prior to us pulling in, our mail server crashed, and the ship wasn’t happy. What followed should have been a quick patch up and recovery job, but ended up being a 20 some odd hour ordeal. I wasn’t on duty, but apparently the responsibilities I’ve taken on required me to stay behind and work on it. We finally got off the ship about 8PM and took the boat to the pier to catch the last bus. The bus was big, and the scenery on the way to town was really different. It’s very warm in Thailand, and most people live in open-air homes. A lot of them just lived in shacks with a roof, some rigged up walls and ground. Whole families would be essentially sitting outside watching TV. It was simple, but they weren’t complaining. When we finally got to Pattaya, we flagged down a taxi to take us to The Royal Palace Hotel, where we had reservations. The taxi agreed to take us around for 250 baht, about $5. Before we went to the hotel, we stopped at an ATM. The streets were all lit with neon signs, and people were everywhere. As I was walking to the ATM, I heard all this commotion from across the street. I looked over, only to see what looked like an outside bar, with at least 100 Thai women trying to lure me over. I somewhat expected this, so I just waved and got my money from the ATM.
We checked into the hotel, and decided to head out and see what Pattaya was all about. The two guys I was with had been here numerous times, but I was the unsuspecting newbie. We decided to walk down to the main strip with all the clubs and bars, a place called “Walking Street.” As you can see from the picture, it’s packed with neon lights and people. It was difficult to take it all in, because everywhere I looked there was either a gorgeous Thai lady, or at least looked like a lady, motioning me to come into their bar, or some Thai man on the street asking me if I wanted to see a “pussy show.” We started looking for a place to drink. Our only real criteria was that we would see titties and they’d have alcohol. Almost all of these places have about a half of a dozen people outside trying to persuade passers-by to come in. We saw one place and decided to go in and check it out. What I saw in the place was almost surreal. It was dark with neon lights everywhere. There was a huge sound system playing “Don’t Cha” by the Pussycat Dolls, and the bass was just hitting hard. In the center of the place was a typical stripper stage, except it had about 10 chrome poles, and each had an Thai girl holding it. The girls all looked young, younger than dancers you’d ever see in the States. They were all dressed in typical western-style lingerie and were dancing. They weren’t really dancing, as much as they were just kind of shuffling back and forth. It was so sad how depressed they looked. None of them were happy to be there, even the ones that were smiling were obviously forcing it. Probably the most disturbing part was that they all had a button with a number on it, which made it feel more like a cattle and horse show. Looking around the place just made me sick. All I could see were a bunch of old men, about 45+, with these girls young enough to be their daughters giving them massages and getting fondled. We all sat on the outside chairs and ordered our drinks. An older woman, who I later realized was the Mamasan, came up and asked me what a handsome man was doing sitting alone. I told her that I just got there, and didn’t talk to any of the girls yet. She asked me which one I thought was prettiest, and I pointed to one particular girl who was actually dancing. She went over to her, and in a few seconds, the girl was sitting next to me. It was all so weird. The girl spoke very little English, and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Apparently, I wasn’t aware of how the bar-fine worked, and honestly, I wasn’t there for the same reason as the other patrons probably were. I later found out, that pretty much any of these women are for sale.
Here’s how the whole bar-fining works. Typically, I’d walk in the place and order a drink. One of the ladies would catch my eye and I’d let her know so she would come over to where I was sitting. She will almost always say “Hello, how are you?,” shake your hand and then try and make small-talk with her little English. She’d ask you to buy her a “lady drink” which is usually Cola, although a few did like Jack & Coke. These lady drinks actually give them commission sales and for every drink the waitress gives them a slip to indicate they were bought a drink. She’ll sit with me, rubbing my leg, tell me I’m handsome, and every other thing they’ve been taught to say by the more experienced girls. At some point in the conversation it’s decided that I want to take her back to my room. To do this, I have to pay a certain amount of money to the bar to cover for her taking off with me. The bar-fine, as it’s called, is usually 500 to 1,000 baht, and is supposed to compensate for the loss of business caused by her not working. From that point, it’s assumed we’d go back to my room for “short-time” or an all night “long time” depending on whatever financial agreement her and I worked out. This whole concept really doesn’t gel with me, as I’m committed to a wonderful woman back home, and I just don’t think I could actually buy another human, nor would I want to.
The whole thing was a little weird, and we decided to leave. The ship gave everyone a curfew of 2AM, and had a small team of shore patrol looking in the clubs and whatnot to make sure we were off the streets. This was our motivation to find the nearest place to get shitfaced. I don’t condone drinking in excess, but when you’re on a ship and that’s it, getting inebriated is as good an idea as any other. We continued down walking street, when we saw another club on the second floor. This one looked a little more upscale, and pretty new. There were steps leading up to the doors on a balcony where there were about a dozen women, with one in particular dancing on the far side. She looked at me and motioned to come up. We didn’t have any other club in mind, and this one looked pretty interesting. We walked up the steps and the girl ushered, see: pushed, me into the doors. She sat us down at a table, and then sat next to me. For one, this girl looked more Caucasian than Asian, probably from having biracial parents. Her English was almost perfect too, which made conversation not only possible, but enjoyable. Sadly I forgot her name, but I know that she was 25 and had a son. She didn’t have a boyfriend, but was looking one. Her preference was “chocolate man,” the not so politically correct term for black dudes. She was really cool to talk to and explained a lot of the stuff to me. While she didn’t come out and say it, I’m assuming she was a Mamasan. Mamasans are usually a little older, and don’t go with customers. They’re there to be a guide for all the other girls, and act like a mother. In my opinion, they’re nothing more than wolves in sheeps clothing, but it’s better than being completely on your own I guess. This club, called Polo, was actually really nice. The girls, or ladyboys, were all very good beautiful and they weren’t just about getting naked. The shows were entertaining, but the underlying purpose of it all was still there, and it wasn’t really comforting. I saw one girl who was dancing who I started talking to. Her name was An (pictured) and she was 20. After a few hours of talking, I asked her if she wanted to come hang out with us after work. I told her that I had a girlfriend and I wasn’t looking for sex. She asked if she could bring her friend, and I said sure. We left and decided to go drink somewhere else, and then headed back to the hotel. About 2:30, An and her friend came to the room. We all were in a suite, so it had a living room and stuff. There were about 6 of us, and we were all drinking and watching Thai TV. We all ordered food, and despite letting her kiss up on me, everything was cool. It got late, so we decided we were gonna go to sleep, and they had to go home because they had work later anyway. That little experience was a little misleading, because I still didn’t see any warning signs of how the whole bar-girl scene was. An was a young girl, and did what any other young girl from any other culture likes to do, have fun with other young people. I didn’t buy her, or try to have sex with her, although she did try getting a little frisky, nothing ever happened. I really am in a committed relationship.
The next day we woke up a little late. We didn’t want to go right back to the bars, so we got something to eat, and then decided to go on an elephant tour. The elephant tour was really amazing. You have no idea how huge these animals are, until you’re perched atop one. We went on the walk through the countryside, walked through a river, and at one point I even got to sit on his head by myself while our “driver” took pictures. That wasn’t allowed, but he knew how to get a few hundred baht as a tip. After the tour, we got to see some monkeys and learn how Thai silk was made. We left to get some more food, and then back out to “Walking Street.”
We did pretty much the same thing as the night before, except for a few different places. We ended up in this other go-go called Babewatch. We were drinking, and I saw a girl, who shall remain nameless, dancing and smiling on the stage. I smiled at her, and she later came over. She was wearing a cowboy hat and holding a tray of Tequila shots in one hand and a sign with “Tequila Titty Shots 75 baht!” in the other. Maybe it’s because Tequila isn’t my drink, but I said no thank you. She came back later and made the usual chit-chat where we she told me her name, that she’s 25, and some other basic information. She then caught me up a little bit, when she said “I come back with you?” Huh? “I come back room with you.” I asked her if she meant for sex, and she said yeah. I said no, told about the girlfriend (touch the sides of both of your pointy fingers together), and that I didn’t want sex. I asked if she wanted to go eat, and she said yeah. I paid her bar-fine, which she would have had to pay herself anyway, and we went to eat. We had such a good time, that for the rest of the time I was in Thailand, she hung with me. We talked a lot, and I learned about her past. She has a child, her father is dead, and her family lives in Chang Mai. Through our talking, we eventually got to the point of her dancing and well, being bought for sex. She was fighting back tears when telling me how she doesn’t like to do it, but did it for the purposes of sending money back home. Sending money back home seesm to be the number one reason most, if not all of these girl, do this line of work. I couldn’t let her go back while I was there, so everyday she came everywhere with us. I bought her clothes and some stuffed animals, and other shit that really wasn’t a financial burden to me. I was able to throw money around like no tomorrow, and she was grateful for it. I honestly never want to be rich, because I felt like a pompous asshole with just the financial standing I had in Thailand.
I really believe she doesn’t like working in the go-go. When I got back to the boat and we were leaving Thailand, a lot of people were trying to lecture me on how it wasn’t an issue on basic human decency, but more of a moral issue. They’d tried to rationalize that just because I was brought up in a society where it’s not accepted as the norm, it doesn’t make it wrong. It just makes it wrong to me. While I could see their point, I think it’s a load of bullshit. Everyone keeps telling me it’s a choice they made, but when your only other option is to let your family hungry, you don’t really have a fair choice. I’m sure not all of them are in this predicament, but most are. Call me whatever, but I don’t see that as fair. It might have been their choice, but what were their other options really?
This has basically opened up a whole can of worms in my life, and the way I’m seeing things. I care about this girl. I don’t care about her in the same way I love my girlfriend. I am in love with my girlfriend, and she has all of me. Still, I love this girl. I love her on a completely human level. You know when you hear a Christian talking about love thy brother? I truly understand how that feels, and it’s painful. When I left her, we both got so drunk we couldn’t think straight. It was intentional. She said I was a nice man because I told her the truth in that I wasn’t going to try and screw her. I assumed the fact that I treated her as a complete equal was a given. She said she wanted to get so drunk that me leaving wouldn’t hurt. I did the same. I felt like I was abandoning her; throwing her back to the wolves. All of it was overwhelming, and I wasn’t prepared to see what I saw, and learn what I learned. It was too much, and my trip back to the ship was full of booze, emotions, and tears. We got out of the taxi, and all I wanted to do was walk away with her. I wanted to protect her and make sure she was safe and had what she needed. People keep telling me I can’t save them all, but I’m not trying to. I just want to save her. I can’t say I want to save her from her life, because for all I know, she could enjoy the money and was just feeding me a line of shit.
There is a common story among expats and frequent travelers to Thailand, known as the bar-girl and farang relationship. Farang is the Thai word for foreigner. Many of these people have more than a few horror-stories of farang, who upon visiting Thailand, fell in love with a bar-girl. They were fed the same lines of depressing hogwash, and eventually suckered for all the things they decided to give. In most cases, these bar-girls even have Thai boyfriends/husbands who just reap the benefits of their wife’s scheming ways. I’ve been getting this warning a lot, hell I even read a book called “Private Dancer” which is about the same thing. It’s a common theory that most of these girls are just great scammers, and have been taught by the more experienced girls, how to play on the compassion of “stupid farangs.” I thought about it. I realize there was a possibility that I’m just blinded by my sympathy, and in fact am being taken for a ride. I’m ok with that, though. We communicate via e-mail still, and while we just give hellos and how are yous, I know eventually she is probably going to ask me for money. I’ve read a lot about Thais, and how their idea of friendship/love is different from that of the westerner. Mainly, money, while needed, is secondary to the westerners. On the other hand, when someone is a friend or partner, they show it by giving them financial security. When a man wants to marry a woman, he must pay her family a dowry, otherwise they will refuse. This is why I don’t think I’ll get offended if she asks me. I won’t think, who is this girl to barely know me, and already ask me for money? I’ll just give it.
I know some people might think it’s crazy, but try and see it my way. I’m in the US military, and we’re pretty much on the lowest rung on the ladder of wealth. I make just under $5,000 a month, thanks to the cost of living in Japan of course, but was able to go to Thailand and live like a king for about $600. That is completely ridiculous. What gives me the right to go to her country and be able to buy practically anything, while she has to sell herself to make a miniscule fraction of what I make a month? Nothing does. Life isn’t about being better than someone; it’s about helping others and treating everyone as equal. I know she may have made the choice to do what she does, but I don’t have any problem giving a little cash here and there, that I’d probably just blow anyway, to try and level the playing field.
While I plan on helping this one person, I’ve been overwhelmed with a rush of emotion about the rest of humanity. I can’t tell you how sick it was to walk down the street and see old and fat men from all over the developed world, holding the hand of some girl young enough to be their daughter or grand-daughter. To see a man who in his own country probably wouldn’t even think of getting the services of a prostitute, coming to Thailand just to exploit the poverty of its people, is absolutely disgusting. I’m no saint, I mean, I went to the strip clubs. I have no problem with girls who want to strip, but anything after that is just too much to accept. It gets worse than that too. One image I can’t out of my head is of an old English man who had to be 50+ walking down the street with his arms around a Thai guy that looked no older than 16. I still don’t know why I didn’t just march up to him and punch him in the face, but I just kept walking, disgusted.
So I think, wtf could I really do about all this? I can’t try and be the bar-girl savior because that’s just not possible. What about their countrymen who aren’t selling themselves, but are still going hungry? What about the people in other countries who are starving, or being exploited? What about the millions of people dying of AIDS because they can’t afford medical care? The shocking part is that I can’t believe I never saw it sooner. I was so blinded by my own selfishness, that I never actually looked at the whole picture. Now I’m starting to see the whole picture, and I don’t know what else to do other than cry. One thing is for certain, this is not where I need to be. I do not need to be in the military. I do not need to be living this life that does nothing but the same routine. I don’t need the Internet, or television, or other things that I take for granted. I need my feet, my mind, and what the world has already provided for me. Unfortunately, changing the world obviously takes more than that, and I don’t know what it is yet. We’ll be pulling back into Japan this week. We’ll only be here for about 10 days before we’re off the Korea, but I plan on talking with some people who might be able to make sense of it all. In the meantime, I’m full of questions with no answers.
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“I make just under $5,000 a month” ..converted to £s.. I didn’t make that in three months when I was working over the summer!
I don’t really have anything to say about the whole bar-girl thing. I mean, I consider myself quite a compassionate person for those less fortunate than myself, but until I get to see something like that for myself there’s no chance of me fully understanding it and so no point in even attempting to say anything. It was an “interesting” read though.
I wish you the best of luck in getting your questions answered.
Posted 07 Mar 2006 at 6:32 am ¶The past two years or so, I’ve been having little shadows of the ideas floating in your mind, I think. I haven’t been gifted with the perspective you have: I lead a very tame American life, where I’m not really exposed to the rest of the world, like just about all other Americans. I know it though… I try to look around despite my location. It’s no substitute, that’s for sure, but I hope it’s better than what seems the alternative. Just assuming that the way I live is the way the world is, or should be. That’s a ton of bullshit.
But those thoughts you’re stuck on, they seem similar to what I think about sometimes.
Thoughts about what a single person deserves… What they ‘earn,’ what they ‘have,’ and what that even means.
When, and why I feel pity.
When I even should feel pity, and the morality or ethics bundled into the judgement that brings about that emotion in the first place.
And then, taking that perspective, and backing up, and super-imposing it on the world.
What the hell do you do, what CAN you do? That thought makes me fail: I’m demoralized, and do nothing.
I admire your ethics, they seem alot like mine. You’re extrapolating the idea of equality past the easy-access surface. And I admire that you’ve got the follow-through… That part sure can be difficult for me, sometimes.
You’re about the same age as me, so we’re probably not so different.
But the big difference I see here is your access to this experience… The picture’s probably alot clearer for you than it is to me, so if you dont mind, I’m gonna leech off that.
If you get any more thoughts about this subject, let me know.
Take care, good luck.
Posted 16 Mar 2006 at 6:24 pm ¶Miles Orion Kelley
From my understanding of the whole Thai nightlife, “ladyboys” are actually transvestite boys who cater to homosexual sex-tourists. Are you sure “An” wasn’t actually a dude?
Posted 21 Apr 2006 at 4:33 pm ¶You’re partly right. The whole nightlife isn’t ladyboys. It’s mostly women, although a good percentage are ladyboys or katoeys which cater not just to homosexuals, but anyone who isn’t able to tell they weren’t born women. Admittedly, there were quite a few ladyboys who looked very convincing, and a few at the Galaxy club, which I thought had the best looking women, I was told were actually katoeys. There’s always one guy who ends up coming back to the boat amongst jokes from his friends about how his conquest was a shemale. I’m positive An wasn’t a dude, but even if she had been, it’s not like I slept with her or anyone else for that matter.
Posted 21 Apr 2006 at 11:42 pm ¶you are a fool yankee dude… dont you think the women in the western world aint on the game? its generic in our society that the male earns the corn and pays the way for the female…. for what… getting his nutts once a month… you need to learn to relax man and enjoy the wonders of thailand…instead of worrying about your 200 pound trailer trash bird and where her next 10 hour visit to Wendy`s will be…. cos thats all she`ll be worried about
Posted 02 Jun 2006 at 11:42 am ¶Of course there are prostitutes in the West. That doesn’t make it right. If a woman chooses to do so, while having all the opportunity to do something else, who am I to tell her it’s wrong? The difference is that the women in countries like Thailand do not have a choice. Sure, people say they have a choice and choose their line of work because it’s easier, but those are just the same people who know exploiting women and children is wrong and try to justify it. The fact is, women in Thailand don’t make the choose to do their work because it’s easier, because their only other option is for them and their families to starve. I not only blame the sex offenders like yourself, but also the Thai government, who would rather turn a blind eye and establish facade laws, instead of actually offering jobs and cracking down on sex tourism.
Posted 02 Jun 2006 at 3:04 pm ¶I am an American, who has lived in Thailand off and on for many years! I can relate to the Thai culture, and furthermore can relate to the Thai bar girl…..she works much harder for the money than we do ….. an yes she has sex for money…which by the way is the OLDEST known profession. You all would do the same for money if your minimum monthly wage was $200.00 - $300.00 for a 9-5 gig. You shouldn’t judge them as the vast majority of the bar girls chose that profession. AND BY THE WAY WHO IS THE GUY HIDING BEHIND THE THAI GIRL IN THE HOTEL…..COULD IT BE THE SAME JOKER WHO WROTE ALL THAT JIBBERISH……THE ODDS ARE GOOD ITS HIM!
Posted 24 Apr 2007 at 5:10 pm ¶It’s not me in the picture. I was the one behind the camera. I wasn’t condemning them for doing their job, I was just commenting on the whole situation from my point of view. Thanks for the comment.
Posted 25 Apr 2007 at 1:06 am ¶Interesting read. You obviously don’t see yourself as part of the “problem” you describe? You went there, spent money in the places employing the girls and spent money on the girls themselves. You assume that the girls enjoyed being with you so that made everything okay. But your actions perpetuate the problem. You are no better than any other guy who was there. Being young, not sleeping with them, having a girlfriend at home doesn’t change any of that. You are trying to rationalize what you did just like the other guys you are criticize. You took them to your hotel and got drunk with them. You didn’t give them money and a bus ticket to go home and see their kids. You are no saint. You are a hypocrite. Your actions there will encourage even more young farm girls to make their way to the bars of Pattaya for easy money and the hopes of a generous sponsor. Stop deluding yourself that you didn’t do anything wrong.
Posted 26 Aug 2007 at 7:39 am ¶“One image I can’t out of my head is of an old English man who had to be 50+ walking down the street with his arms around a Thai guy that looked no older than 16. I still don’t know why I didn’t just march up to him and punch him in the face, but I just kept walking, disgusted. ”
how did you know he was English???
you made a lot of statements like this, not saying it does not happen here, and i am not saying this place is perfect, but you really just dont seem to like Thailand,
if you are devoted to your wife , then thats good for you, but i dont have a problem buying another human or two ,or even more , every body needs to work and make money, why should i deprive them,LOL
i always have a blast in Thailand, but i didnt go till After my Navy Days, i was an East Coast Sailor, but i more than made up for it LOL, I now live in Thailand, up in Udon Thani area , I am Married to a Wonderful Thai Woman, I treat her Like A Queen And She In Return Treats Me Like A King
Life Is Good For Me There, but you have to realize that the women dont always have much of a choice, many of them only go to school to about 6 grade, and then they start working to support their Family, even go to Bangkok to work over 12 hour days in Kitchens and have to work very hard with no Labor Laws or OSHA protecting them, and many of the ones who were married, had their husbands leave them with children to support, and the man usually does not support his children… so a life working in a bar is easier and they make alot more money even though they may not like the job at all , but still tries hard, many of them save all they can and buy as much land as the can back in there Village/Town, and some do hope to meet a farang who will love and support her, but you also have to be careful of the criminal element in those ranks
you rally have to see all sides of a Coin before you Judge, not every thing is black and white,
Posted 09 Oct 2007 at 2:32 pm ¶i even lived in Venezuela for awhile, and it is pretty much the same story there,
America is alot different, dont compare 3 world to America, it cant be done
my husband ported in phuket a few years ago. he told me he never slept with any of these prostitutes. is that possible? i think all men would given the opportunity. i don’t believe he didnt and would like some insight on this matter. why would the navy port in places where this goes on, and where these men can bring all these diseases home to their families? i lost all respect for the navy!
Posted 16 Dec 2007 at 4:13 pm ¶I agree Jeff if the military never ported in places like that and supported them, they would probably lose more then half of their business. I mean c’mon, of course the sailors are going to sleep with AIDS infested whores when they port on an island full of them! Its a joke, if you really want to make a change, stop the US from going there and spending money and supporting it.
Posted 22 Dec 2007 at 7:19 am ¶Tina- Statistically, you have a greater chance of catching AIDs from a girl in a Disco in San Diego or New York then you would in Pattaya. Thai law requires the GROs (as the bargirls, are known)to have a weekly checkup at the health clinic. Their health cards are carried on their person during work as proof. So best bet is to get worried when your husband goes to a local strip joint in your home town. Thats were the nasty bugs are.
Posted 16 Feb 2008 at 9:27 pm ¶In addition, I feel that if our fair haired ladies back in the US treated us in marriage as they did in the early dating period, then we might not see so many husbands running off to the adult playgrounds such as Pattaya. Taking men for granted is what gets men to thinking of alternative solutions to their needs.
Posted 16 Feb 2008 at 9:31 pm ¶Since trafficing in peopel has been implimented more than ever, how does this effect port visits like this? Since the unrest in Thailand, we have not been fortunate enough to visit this place. However, our CO made it clear that hitting ports with Certified copy watches and illegally copied DVD’s are still great places to visit.
Posted 24 Mar 2008 at 10:02 pm ¶Voxman, That isnt the issue i was trying to point out. Its how disgusting the navy is to port in places like that just to boost moral for the sailors. Our US NAVY is a disgrace to this country and to women everywhere. A man being taken for granted does not lead him to cheat, its his own weakness that does. Either he is a cheater, or he isnt. The simple need for a man is more complex for a woman. The majority of men dont even know how to please their wives, its basically all about them. Hence, this whore playground such as Pattaya the navy MUST port at…..And with your attitude on the subject i can tell you are the typical type. im sure you’re real upset about not going to whore based islands where child prostitution is legal. You all make me sick.
Posted 25 May 2008 at 10:57 pm ¶tina,
i was in the Navy and i never was with a Hooker,
child prostitution is not legal as you say, no prostitution is not legal in Thailand at all, not saying it not rampant, but it is not Legal, their is prostitution around many of the Military Bases in the U.S in one form or another, so dont just blame the navy because their happens to be prostitution at Port Of Calls, because no matter where they go women try to make a buck
Thailand is not an Island
Thailand is part of the Cobra Gold, that is a Joint Military Training the U.S has with Thailand
and since you never been to Thailand , i dont see how you can make the remarks about it as you did
you do come across as a Very bitter Women so if your Husband did Stray it might have been because he wated to forget about you and enjoy himself
Posted 26 May 2008 at 7:32 am ¶If you dont want to tread in bullshit dont walk across the field AND dont get onto the bull for doing what’s natural.
Posted 27 May 2008 at 1:10 pm ¶it doesnt surprise me that sweet sailor talk.lol…it also doesnt surprise me you trying to defend the Navy. they tend to not want to talk about things like that. my point is they port there for that. I think your an asshole for serving in the Navy. and and probably just in general. im not bitter and for your info im very successful and very attractive. one of the unforgetable ones you might not know about since your memories consist of drunken nights and $2.00 hookers. pretty defensive sailor, your the one that sounds bitter.
Posted 19 Jun 2008 at 9:27 pm ¶Why is it always the wimmin crying about “ALL THESE AIDS INFESTED WHORES”
Posted 30 Jun 2008 at 5:07 pm ¶Get a grip, western hookers are far more in the gutter then these woman in thailand.
Wiseman is on the money!!! Give me a Thai Prostitute anytime of a western wench.
Wallace D.
PIP: By 1982, American sexual practices brought AIDS to the United States. Little has been done to control the spread of the disease short of using condoms. Military men have continued to consider the Far East as a sexual playground. As the HIV rate among the prostitutes peaked at 90% in Mombasa, Kenya, the port city was removed from the list approved for carriers for liberty calls. At Pattaya, the Philippines, the flourishing sex industry continues. Prostitution is tolerated in Thailand, where the availability of cheap sex invites many sex tours from Europe. This has led to a tremendous spread in HIV. Prostitutes who are affiliated with bars have a 20% HIV rate, while those who work “free lance” have a 70% rate. This leads the fleet to a much higher rate of exposure than in the United States. Public health departments use gonorrhea as a measure of the sexually transmitted disease prevalence in these countries. In Thailand some of the prostitutes suppress sexually transmitted diseases with prophylactic antibiotics, which lowers the incidence of venereal diseases. This indicator of STD incidence then falsely lowers the estimate of potential HIV carriers, giving a false sense of security. In recent years, the Navy has instituted a program based on family values, morals, and ethics. There are hours of Value-Based Training as well as Return and Reunion classes for the crew of battle group ships. Yet the fleet continues to go to ports like Pattaya and Phuket. Medicine is no longer able to cure any sexually acquired disease a crew member may contract that will kill their families. The Medical Corps must alert military personnel to the tremendous risk in highly endemic areas of contracting AIDS.
PMID: 8202252 [PubMed - indexed for MEDLINE]
Posted 27 Aug 2008 at 2:49 pm ¶Hey tina/crASS/whoever you’re pretending to be today,
No one gives half a rat’s patoot about your opinion or your “level of respect” for them, princess. Get over yourself. If your “man” wasn’t earning that Navy paycheck, or any paycheck at all, you’d throw him right out the door - just like a hooker does to a john with no money. That’s right, you’re selling it too…except you’re only selling it to one man (so you claim), and apparently think you’re not delivering the goods, or you wouldn’t be worried about him getting it from somewhere else. Makes you feel a little insecure when your only customer feels the need to sample the competition, huh?
Twit.
Posted 28 Aug 2008 at 9:08 pm ¶if a man strays it has nothing to do with the goods given at home. its because his blood rushes from his brain and it no longer functions…he does not support me, never has. specially with his navy paycheck- we all know its peanuts…lol..(i support him)..you seem to like judging someone you never met so that must mean your pretty low on the totem pole. i dont know who crass is, and i could care less about his opinion or yours. you must be a military rat too, whats funny is you give your life for a country who doesnt give a shit about you and throws you into an aids infested area. maybe you have the virus and thats why you are so upset over a military post i copied and pasted. the navy is a joke, the so called men- if thats what you want to call them are bigger jokes. im pretty secure within myself, and was only addressing the problem and how the NAVY IS A JOKE. so get over yourself, fluffy, pansy, fuzzy bunny…. The only people who sign up and serve are the ones who never had have much of a life to begin with. Like i said- low on the totem pole. whats funny is you really have no idea who you are talking too.
Posted 04 Sep 2008 at 9:15 pm ¶By the way, i didnt think they let gay men in the military? But dont worry, Pattaya and all the other ports has ladyboys too i heard;) Im sure you will find it quite appealing to your shit for taste.. Your a rat to our government. wake up. nobody cares if you live or die. Your just another nameless nobody. STOP SPREADING AIDS!
Amazing. All that bitterness, all that poison, wrapped up in one tiny, self-absorbed brain. And yet when your man looks elsewhere, you blame the Navy. Get some help. I suggest a ball-peen to the forehead.
Posted 12 Sep 2008 at 11:55 am ¶I don’t normally get involved in comment arguments like this, but with her incessant bashing of all Navy men, I can’t help myself.
The most ironic thing about this whole thing, is that Tina isn’t as innocent as she’s claiming. I googled her e-mail address, which I’ve confirmed is valid, and the only hits that come up are for amateur sex and video communities that she is a member of. I believe the first result was for “12inchcock’s friends” and there’s a picture of who I assume is Tina in her birthday suit. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, Tina, let’s just get off the high horse for a minute.
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