I love the way Noom, my bar boy friend and current love of my life, pronounces all twelve syllables in that word. Maybe it is because Thais hate to use the word no that when they do they give it such flair. If I feel the need to get the two-minute version of no out of him, all I have to do is point my camera in his direction when he’s naked. When he’s wearing clothes, he’ll pose his little heart out. When he’s nude, not so much.
I recently read somewhere that part of the Thai constitution gives nationals the right to not have their picture taken if they do not want to be the subject of someone’s photographic composition. If they do, it guarantees them the right to be paid for allowing someone to capture their image. I did not verify that bit of info. Seeing as how the only laws in Thailand that ever seem to be applied are those prohibiting dissing the royal family, I don’t know that one about photographing Thais really matters. Besides, I’ve always held it is unethical to take anyone’s picture without their permission.
That little self-imposed rule can be problematic. As soon as someone knows you are going to shoot them, they change. They pose. They put the look on their face that they consider proper when they are the subject of a photograph. And in most cases it ruins the shot. So usually I shoot first and ask permission later. I’ve found that even when it is not a posed, fake smile picture, showing someone the photo you’ve just taken of them usually gets their nod of approval. And then all is good in my world. But that’s a bit more difficult to pull off when there are only two of you in the room and at least one of you is stark naked. And if the other guy is paying so little attention to you that he fails to notice you pulled your camera out, then you probably have a bigger problem on your hands than the ethics of sneaking someone’s photograph anyway.
Noom is proud of the body he has built. Rightly so. He also considers himself quite handsome. Not to mention photogenic. I’m sure that, in his opinion, no picture has ever been taken anywhere in the world or throughout history that would not be better with his smiling mug in it. And I can’t say I disagree. He’s also proud of the more private parts of him, and again, he has a right to be. That he shows those off nightly on stage and yet doesn’t want them to appear in pictures is a bit confusing. But then we all have our little rules to live by that make sense to us even if they seem ridiculous to the rest of the world. And since it is his body, I go along with his rule. Fortunately all Thais are raised to believe rules are made to be broken, or more so to be ignored, so I do occasionally get the buck ass naked shot out of him. And then all is even better in my world.
Photographing your boy du jour seems to be a common pastime amongst visitors to Thailand, even if those are the only pictures they ever take during their trip. That makes sense to me. Even if your encounter was for a single night, memories of the incredibly hot guy you were allowed to abuse are that much richer when you have photographs to jog your memory. They’re good to show to friend too, to show them what you were up to on your holiday and to show them what you bought while there. Fortunately bar boys are used to strange farang and their odd insistence on taking photos of them in the nude. But whether you can or can not is a question that comes up often from newbies.
Whereas with most things in Thailand having to do with bar boys the answer is ‘it’s up to you’, with nude photos it is really not your call. It’s up to the boy. Some are thrilled with the idea (or at least act like they are). Some will allow partial nude shots, but not those showing everything. Others don’t want their face in the shot, or don’t want both their face and their cock in the same picture. Few ever say no entirely. Whether it is part of the country’s body of laws or not, asking is a must. It’s the right thing to do. Besides, if they say yes, then you get to call the shots. The pose, the photographic fantasy that will curl your toes later back home, is all up to you and your sick twisted little mind. See? It does pay to be polite.
In the past when I’ve whipped my camera out I’ve been surprised by how often the guy I’m with immediately gets himself ready for the shot. Sometimes asking for permission need not be verbal. One guy I offed often and photographed almost as often had absolutely no problem with me taking shots of him naked. As long as he was hard. He was a grower, not a shower, and did not want photographic proof of that floating around. No problemo. If I’m shooting porn I want to go with the X rated poses anyway.
More surprising is how often a guy wants a photograph of me. Uh, clothed. I offed a hot young cute stud from Laos once who pulled out his cell phone to take a picture almost as soon as we got into the room. He wanted us both in it. And was quite pleased with the ensuing shot. I never did figure out why that was important to him. Or who he planned on showing it to. Somehow the idea of him taking it back home, to show his friends and family the old farang he had sex with, just didn’t seem right. But then you’d be surprised.
Years ago, when I was going through a confusing period of offing two brothers from Tawan whom I thought were the same guy, one of them (So, the younger of the two) wanted our picture taken during a visit to MBK. We’d gone to the movies and there was one of those photo booths Asians seem to love just outside the exit. His idea, so I let him carefully go through the hundred or so different backgrounds available until he found the one he liked. The photographer snapped a few shots of the two of us, and then just as he was pressing his shutter release again, So leaned over and kissed me. Cute. And he was thrilled with the picture.
Much later, after I’d discovered there were two of them, I offed the older brother, Nut, for a week. We stayed in Bangkok, and found enough to do during the day to keep us both interested. Sometime during that week he mentioned his brother. And then mentioned the picture he saw of him kissing me. That he’d seen it wasn’t that big of a surprise. That he’d seen it on a visit back home to Burma, proudly displayed at his parent’s house, was.
So if you are in Bangkok and your boy du jour whips out a picture of him and some farang, there’s a good chance it’s me. On the other hand if you meet me and I pull out a picture to show you of some hot naked Thai guy, it probably won’t be of Noom. At least not if his cock is in the shot.
Noom is good though about allowing me to be a strange farang as much as he can. Even when he’d really rather not. He has, on occasion, posed for my camera in the nude. On a few occasions, it’s been a rather lengthy photographic session. He strikes the poses I want, but goes into his male model mode. Noom has a glorious smile. Not that unusual for a Thai. But for some reason thinks, at least when he is naked, that he is supposed to look serious. Unfortunately his serious look is closer to a frown. I usually have to resort to tickling him to get a smile on his face. Which in itself can be fun but easily leads to things other than picture taking.
When his modeling session is over, he goes through my shots on the computer to make sure I didn’t ‘accidently’ capture any of little Noom. (Like I’m dumb enough to transfer those onto my computer for him to see!) He deletes any shots he doesn’t like. Some are blurry, so no foul. But any in which he smiled gets trashed too. I’d object about those being sent to the trash folder, but since he hasn’t figured out that you also have to empty the trash folder to fully get rid of those rejects, I let him hit the delete button to his heart’s content.
I’ve posted a few pictures of Noom on my blog before – that would be before he knew about my blog. Since then, any I take of him naked he makes sure I know his rule: “Not internet.” I’ve tried telling him that not only should those be published, but they should be published with his cell phone number too, but he’s not buying it. But persistence pays off. Or maybe that’s being a pain in the ass pays off. Whenever I get a no from Noom and it’s in answer to something I really want a yes for, I just keep revisiting the subject. Again and again. And again. Sooner or later I know he’ll give in. Even then, I know his yes is conditional. He trusts me to know while he may have given me some leeway there are still parameters to observe. So if you want to see him in all of his glory, you’ll have to drop by his bar.
As many farang as there have been who’ve taken pictures of the bar boy they offed, you’d think there would be lots more picture floating around the web of the hotties working Bangkok’s bars. I think some of you are just greedy bastards who refuse to share. But I keep looking anyway. Just for the enjoyment of seeing some hot Thai male flesh, not because I thought I’d run across some of a boy I’ve been with. But then not long ago I did run across a few. And they were of Noom.
Not naked mind you. So it’s good to know that is not a rule of his that just applies to me. They were not even from a private encounter. Several years ago he took part in a fund raising ‘fashion’ show for one of the local not for profit charities that helps sex industry workers. Someone in the crowd captured his appearance, among that of other participants. I think he too zeroed in on Noom’s hotness though as there were several of him and only one or two of the other models.
His photos were ‘protected’, meaning not easily copied (like there aren’t easy ways to get around that little java applet). I dropped the photographer an email explaining my connection to Noom and politely asking for copies of the shots. If for no better reason than I’d love to show them to Noom next time I visit Bangkok. I haven’t heard back from him. And am debating going back and stealing the shots anyway. See what trying to be ethical gets you!? Maybe I’ll just post a link to the shots on this blog sometime instead. It’s not like they showed dick anyway.
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