What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and I’m still enduring what feels like an eternity in the hell that is Los Angeles. Last week I went out with a group of old high school buddies who’re all success stories in the Hollywood scene. They took me to a bunch of hipster bars in the Arts District in downtown L.A., where I was able to see what I’ve been missing whilst living in Thailand. And what I’ve been missing is rubbing elbows with some of the ugliest, stupidest, most childish twats the world has ever seen. I hadn’t endured such a large collection of unattractive people since before moving to TLOS, and was overwhelmed with a renewed sense of gratitude for the bastion of Asian chick hotness that is Bangkok.
But you didn’t click this post to hear me winge about the sad state of the West, though instead of a redlight blog, I’ve got an op-ed for you. I posit the following question: Is Thailand an expat secret, and are we mongers justified in trying to keep it that way?
A few months back I posted a couple hot takes in my YouTube shorts around the topic of sad, suicidal, heartbroken incels in the US. I felt their pain through their desperate TikTok videos and depressed soliloquies about being lonely, unfulfilled, rejected, dejected, and all out of hope in a culture rife with ball-busting moneygrubbing cunts. And I empathized. I remembered being in their shoes, or something close to it. I recalled my last couple of farang girlfriends who I was lucky enough to snage. they were hot, excellent in bed, and completely batshit crazy. They both drained my bank account and then upgraded to a dude with a better car. Combine that with an outrageous cost of living and an endless string of fees, fines, taxes, and penalties that made it impossible to get ahead, and you have a recipe for tragedy. The only thing that saved me in the end was abandoning that life, picking up stakes, and fleeing into the welcoming arms of Thailand.
So in a moment of good will, and in an effort to help, I threw out a couple of TikToks and YT shorts of my own telling those sad sods to do the same–to sell all their possessions and buy a one-way ticket to the one place on Earth that could cure all their ills. I popped those babies on the interweb thinking I’d done my good deed for the day, and waddled off to the pub feeling pretty good about myself. It wasn’t till a buddy of mine—a fellow expat and semi-notorious nightlife monger—commented that he didn’t give a shit about the crushed manosphere of the West and didn’t want any of their pathetic carcasses taking up space in his Thailand that I got to thinking whether we, as the ones who escaped the Matrix to literally live the dream in this cheap, beautiful men’s playground, should indeed make an effort to help our fellow males make the same excellent life-change. There’s definitely an argument to be made that we shouldn’t. Here’s my stream-of-conscious on the topic.
Firstly, maybe it’s no big deal to reveal the secret. Like the matrix in the actual movie, most dudes in the West can’t or won’t even try to make an escape. They either have families or career commitments that prevent it, or can’t bring themselves to believe things are as good as we say, or just plain lack the balls to do it. And we expats know this from first-hand experience. I’ve lived in TLOS for a decade and a half, have invited dozens of friends to visit, especially ones whom I know would benefit from the better social and literal climate. In all that time, the total number who took the offer is zero. It turns out, you can’t talk sense to anyone, and begs the question: why try to help people who are too stupid to accept it?
Second, it’s not like people in the West are getting smarter. In the short time I’ve lived abroad, every subsequent visit to friends and family in the US has been a shock. Shock at how stupid, uncouth, impolite, and insufferable that society as become. One might argue that we—the respectable expat community of Thailand (RECOT for short, copyright BKK7)—don’t want any of those brainless, tactless, feckless assholes infecting and affecting our pristine way of life. If we’re honest, there are already too many of that ilk here already. That’s the point my monger buddy was making when he said he didn’t want them here. We locals traveled thousands of miles to get away from that shite. Why encourage it to move here?
So in sum, I can understand where he’s is coming from. He has a legitimate argument for keeping Thailand a secret.
But if I’m honest with myself, there’s a part of me that can’t help wanting to help someone who is clearly suffering. I wish I could purge that aspect from my personognamy (combination of personality and phsyiognamy) but as yet I’ve not been able to. My first instinct when I see someone in pain is to try to help, especially if I’ve got the secret to their happiness—in this case, moving to Thailand—and others don’t. So it’s a moral quandary. Should we, as mongers who’ve taken Thailand as our adopted home, where all the trials and tribulations of the West magically don’t exist, share that secret with other dudes who’re being crushed under the weight of the woke, oppressive, misandrist, soul-sucking suck of their lives? I must admit, I’m ambivalent.
On the one hand, there are swarms of unworthy expats who’re here already. You know them—the Cheap Charlies, the Thai disrespectors, the misbehavers, the “Hangover” imitators, the bar girl mistreaters, the STI spreaders. They should be tarred, feathered, and deported. And for the love of Buddha, we don’t want any more of their kind showing up on our beloved tropical shores. A ‘better-safe-than-sorry’ policy would necessitate keeping this Thai life as sequestered as possible in order to keep the riff-raff out. On the other hand, if you were in misery in the West, and all it’d take to do a 180 and start living happy, wouldn’t you want someone to pass on the tip? Because the truth is, there will never be squads of boats running around in Pattaya with hordes of sweaty jackasses storming the beaches like D-Day. The vast majority—of Americans, at least—view Thailand as “too far” away to make a realistic move. And the average human doesn’t possess the intestinal fortitude to even board the plane. You can lead a man to monger but you can’t make him a pimp. So even if you do present a pathetic incel with the solution, chances are good he won’t even heed your advice.
I’m not trying to persuade you one way or the other, reader. I’m just thinking out the logic behind this dilemma.
And truthfully, I probably shouldn’t get a vote. I’ve already established a harem of fetching frauleins who’re off the market for tourists, so fresh blood isn’t much of a threat to me. New dudes are just a potential added annoyance in the redlight. But I remember when I took part in that heated competition known as barfining, rubbing elbows with the crass asses of various classes and countries. I recall being cockblocked on many occasions, and missing out on girls because of some shifty pervert who pulled a faster trigger. Admittedly, I hated sharing shorttime quarry with randos and spastics.
And yet, how can we see a future for the world if we don’t make space in our hearts for our fellow man? How can we look ourselves in the mirror each morning, basking in the glow of the previous night’s bedroom Olympics, knowing there’s another night of coital bliss already in the making, with no end of pleasure in sight, and not reach out a helping hand to the tiny percentage of dudes brave enough to hop a plane, if only we’d clue them in? Are we really losing that much in the tradeoff? Is Thailand big enough for the few suicidal losers who’s lives would be healed forever by coming here? Are there enough Isaan moms pumping out future hotties to keep the beer bars and gogo stages full-up for newcomers? I think we all know the answer to that last question. Anyway, I hope this was food for thought, or fodder for cocktail conversations in the redlight this week. Sorry it’s so short.
Oh, I forgot to mention last week’s Members Only Gallery which was the lovely Rose—not fully nude but there are a couple of nipple slips—and her “Naked Ninja” shoot plus interview video. The link can be found here: https://bangkokseven.com/members-only-gallery-roses-nked-ninja-shoot-interview/
And this week’s Members Only Gallery is Baifern’s Naked Ninja shoot, plus some rejected renderings of her photos that didn’t make my 2022 art exhibition. The link is here: https://bangkokseven.com/members-only-gallery-baiferns-nked-ninja-shoot/
but only if you become a Member. The price is $1 per month, and new content is added weekly. I’m too dumb to figure out how to link the weekly posts to a single button on my website, so I post the links on my social every Friday, and provide a summary of all posts at the end of each month. Sorry for the inconvenience.
And that’s all the monger that’s fit to ponder for now, friends. Sorry for all the typos. I didn’t proofread. Check back next Sunday for another summary of this redlight life. In the meantime, you can read more Bangkok-centric stuff on my Substack: https://bangkokseven.substack.com/
Slideshows from previous blogs going back several years can be found at https://www.youtube.com/c/BangkokSeven
My buddy Jack and I host a growing Facebook community with lots of nightlife-related content at: https://www.facebook.com/groups/thaiagogo
and I’ve got a small but robust group of pervs posting photos daily at a group called Super Hot Asians here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/374120690195407
Follow me on Twitter/X @BangkokSeven for daily monger material, along with these other profiles that’re chock full of photos of hotties:
@superhotthais
@BangkokNightli2
If you’re feeling generous, you can leave a tip on any of the above X profiles. All proceeds will go to creating more redlight content for you.
Thai chick-related artwork can be purchased at https://www.etsy.com/shop/ThailandNights
And until next time fellow BK Bukowskis and Bathshebas, keep your balls (or tits) warm, your beer cold, and cheers to another week above ground in the greatest country on Earth: Thailand.
Pro Tip Post-Script: This one’s a repeat, but it bears repeating. Don’t leave shitpost comments on my social media. I can’t tell you how many fucking retards I’ve had to block for making stupid quips. If you enjoy seeing my redlight content, keep your wannabe comedy routine to yourself, and just enjoy the show.
