What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and my “Christmas Vacation” in Los Angeles is winding down. Soon I’ll be sipping champagne in a Business Class seat next to my brother, who comes back to TLOS with me every year for a lascivious Pattaya rampage. I’ll have one night in Bangkok to see my best concubine, and then it’s on to Ptown. But first I must endure two more weekends in the hellscape of The West.
Here’s a tip for any seasoned monger who has to or wants to visit the fam back in the country you escaped from: keep it short. Two weeks max. I decided to hit up Cali for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s because it’d been over a decade since I was last in country for any of those holidays, and frankly, I was missing my mom’s holiday cooking. Today I can confidently say I don’t need to do that again, ever. From here on out, it’ll be a quick annual Christmas visit and then a quick retreat back to the safety and sensuality of Thailand. All I’ve done by staying here so long is open opportunities to be dragged to shit I have no interest in—and I can’t say no, because I owe it to my mum to do stuff, on account of I spend 90% of my life on the opposite side of the world. Once a week, I’m allowed to do something I want to do. “Oh, you’re going to the Morrissey concert? Have fun. On the other six days, you’re going to visit your dying aunt, watching a movie about a German church minister, viewing the floats in the Rose Bowl Parade, taking the car to get serviced, and having wine and cheese with the neighbors. Then you need to trim the bushes and replace the plumbing in the shower.” Fecking Hell.
But the old lady, bless her heart, won’t be around forever. Her friends are all dropping like flies. Two of her BFFs have died just in the time I’ve been here. The morning after I landed, her neighbor felt dizzy so she went in hospital and a few hours later was gone. The specter of Death seems to hang over this entire hemisphere like the Sword of Damocles. And look, we all know the grave is inevitable, and when I’m in Thailand, it creeps into my mind—mostly when I’m considering not going to the redlight on a given night. I think to myself, “What if I get hit by a bus tomorrow? I don’t want my last night on Earth to’ve been spent on the couch.” Other than that, though, Thailand isn’t really a place where one meditates on The End. We’re all too busy living. Here in the US, it’s another story. Anyway, if the price for spending 11 months in Paradise is trimming trees in my mum’s back garden, I guess I’m coming out ahead.
As for this week’s redlight post, I obviously ain’t got shit for ya—at least, not in the way of gogo commentary. Instead, I’ve written a song touting some of the places I’ve been over the years, and how that whole experience was just leading me to the greatest place on Earth. It’s called “This Old Rover” and it features a slideshow of my younger self in various locations around the planet, plus a few of my fave gogo dancers toward the end. Take a listen…
And just for shits and giggles, here are the old “redlight slideshow companions” that I posted last December. Back then, every time I posted a Weekly I also posted a companion video on YouTube. I’ve since stopped all that, but it’s fun now to look back and reminisce about better times in the gogo. The ones below were taken in December 2023. What a difference a year makes, hey?
This week’s Members Only Gallery is all of 2024’s galleries and videos collected in one place. This should make it easy for any old and prospective Members to find all the racy content I posted so far.
The link is here: https://bangkokseven.com/for-members-only-all-of-2024s-galleries/
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. 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: When I go abroad (leave Thailand), I have one of my concubines pay my bills for me. She has to schlep over to my apartment, look in my mailbox, find the monthlies, and go to 7-11 to take care of them. Here’s the tip: If you want your beautiful but brainless conc to take on this responsibility, make sure you have a backup conc in case the first one fails in her duties. Because she will.
