LatASIA

Kes's Pretty Little ToesI was sitting in a hotel coffee shop the other day and was lucky enough to catch a good bit of people watching. I often find that sitting having a café latte is one of the best ways to soak up the joys of your fellow mans behavior.

Look After Those Tootsies, Big Boy!

On this occasion, the entertainment was provided by a Malaysian gentleman named Kes, who seemed to be a resident at the Marriot Hotel. Kes was clearly a “hi-so” guy with his camp designer jeans and girly shirt. I immediately assumed that he was gay, not because of the clothes, but because he had his fingernails and toenails manicured and polished with some nice light pink varnish. Clearly our Kes spent hours in the beauty salon making sure that his pinky and big toe had a matching gloss! How very metrosexual indeed!

Need A Man. Any Man

Anyway, it seemed that our Kes was horny ad he made several phone calls to numbers in his little black book, each time asking in an unsure manner to speak to his potential beau at the other end of the phone.

Each time he seemed to get some of the detail wrong about the person and had to backtrack to recover the position. Each time he awkwardly asked whether the person he was speaking to was a “money boy.” Each time he tried to schedule in for them to meet him at his hotel. I was left stuned, thinking either that this guy was a complete slut or else he just liked to sit with a cute boy on the sofa, holding hands and reading poetry together.

Please Leave Your Self Esteem At The Door?

I wonder how many of the guys realized that they were in fact taking a ticket and waiting in the queue, just like they do at the supermarket deli counter. Being treated like a cheap whore. Surely some of them would be outraged if they knew? Or is it all just about sex at any cost for gay men?

It ain't what you do it's the way that you do it!

The thing that I really found interesting was that this guy was telling his prey that he was ‘top’, i.e. the daddy in the sexual encounter. He looked and dressed quite camp and if I had been forced to put him into a role then I would definitely have said he was hoping to be ‘mummy’. But then I guess that is me being guilty of stereotyping gay men. Just because he was camp does not mean he has to assume a certain role.

Starbuck's is boring!

I did not hand around to see any of these dates arriving as my friends came to meet me. But I am sure it would have been very, very interesting (assuming he met them in the hotel coffee shop and not directly in his room). So next time you want a coffee, give Starbuck’s a miss and get along to the hotel for some good quality people watching.