Drift Reality > Bangkok > Sex as a Commodity

It is disconcerting to me how sex is sold like a commodity in Bangkok. Bought and traded, sold and negotiated.

It bothers me how so many Thai girls seem induced to move to Bangkok and sell their youth and beauty for nickels and dimes, learning not only how to smile and moan, but also how to wheedle and deal, reveal and steal with their looks, their fingers, their soft thighs gently caressing your back as they ask the simple question.

It's disturbing but at the same time I feel like it is so easy to just accept it as a fact of life, their strife not mine maybe next lifetime things will be the other way around it'll be me that runs aground and succumbs to temptations.

Although my heart and my mind say it is wrong, there is another part of me which feels inclined to accept it - The part of me that gets drawn in is what allows people to digest anything their peers serve, riding a torrent of a wave instead of living against it.

I'm happy that I haven't bought into it yet which isn't something I should be that proud of I guess.

It's so hot here I walk around and feel like I'm stuck inside a baseball glove, breathing in pollution and smog amongst fallen angels and wandering spirits, wondering if their smiles and cheap wiles are figments of my imagination or worse, a smile gilded gold.