Originally posted 2017-09-26 21:51:09.
Only a woman would say anything was better than sex. Well, anyway, there is no risk of a ladyboy claiming such a thing, at least not when she is young, beautiful and has a body full of testosterone, oestrogen and progesterone, the particular cocktail of this hormone soup dependent on the individual.
Whatever, it does nothing to diminish the sex drive, which is, basically, turbo-charged. A ladyboy (homosexual transsexual variant, aka a batang bakla) is essentially as randy as a teenage boy should be, thinks of cock all the time and dreams every night of being ravaged by hordes of lusty Lotharios. I am not kidding.
That this passionate desire to be fucked blue is shared by Filipina women really does make the place special; the sexual juice is oozing out of the walls.
I am walking along a backstreet in Cubao on my way to the Baliwag Transport depot. I had intended to stay over and visit a ladyboy in Cavite, but after a night spent, literally, sleeping on a mat on a floor, my ancient body has given up and craves softness; not being certain of my potential hostess’ arrangements I have withdrawn and am returning home for a known value — a decent bed.
As I approach the depot I hear the familiar call: ‘Hey Joe!’
Usually I just wave my hand but this time it’s a girl standing in a doorway across the street. She’s pretty, fake blonde, so I cross over. The reaction of young Filipinas to an approaching foreigner — even one they have just saluted — is too delicious to miss and, as predicted, the girl collapses into hysterical giggles.
This means that a young man, standing close by, has to introduce himself. ‘Hi, I’m Eugene,’ he says, and I hold out my hand; he could be twenty-five but it’s hard to tell. Here, men look younger than their age.
‘Hi, I’m Rod,’ I reply, shaking his hand. I nodded to the girl, who is trying to recover her composure. ‘Who’s she?’ I ask.
He doesn’t finish. This girl is not about to be talked over; she has decided to seize the opportunity and is attempting to hook a mate. ‘I’m Angel,’ she completes, breathlessly.
I smile. She is missing several front teeth but is extremely pretty. And very young. She is wrapped in a towel and I can see her bra straps. The pervasion of sexuality is powerful and her allure is considerable.
‘And are you an angel?’
She giggles. ‘Yes, of course. Can I have your phone number?’
‘Umm, how old are you,’ I ask. Absent-mindedly I chuckle her under the chin like a kitten and I can see the frisson run through her body. It’s not fear or, my goodness, outrage at being so treated. Instead it is a purely sexual response. Her eyes widen and go dewy. Angel is turned on.
‘How old are you?’ I ask again. As I say, guessing age is tricky.
‘Seventeen,’ she chirps, as about a dozen ways this could all go terribly wrong flash before my mind’s eye. But she has her phone out. ‘Give me your number.’ She is insisting, her voice serious. She’s not a giggling girl any more, she is a sexually potent young woman in a state of arousal. I glance at Eugene, who is grinning, a little bashfully. He doesn’t seem to be a pimp and for all her sexual brazenness, Angel is not a prostitute; it’s 11:30 in the morning, she’s just taken a bath and she has no make-up on. Just a girl chatting to her friends.
I nod and give her the number.
‘I’ll text you later,’ she says, then I chuckle her under the chin again and head off towards the bus terminus.
By the time I get on the bus, she has texted me several times.
‘When are you coming back to Manila?’
‘Do you have a Valentine’s date?’
‘Treat me a meal.’
The quid pro quo is unstated but patent: treat me a meal and you can fuck me. It’s not because she’s desperate to eat; undernourished girls don’t have curves like that. It’s because she desperately wants to be fucked.
‘When is your birthday?’ I counter. Even for a reprobate like me, seventeen is dodgy. Technically, the legal age of sexual consent here is younger, but long jail terms are available for (foreign) men who have sex with girls under eighteen ‘by false pretences’. There is also that habit, across the Philippines, of counting one year extra in age, as in ‘going on seventeen’ but leaving out the ‘going on’. That seems like altogether too important a hostage to give to the whim of a hormonally-intoxicated teenager who already thought nothing was better than sex. I shake my head…delightful though the prospect is…
‘December the fifth,’ she replies. I nod to myself; I’ll be back by then. Caution is so often the better part of valour and my chivalrous desire to deflower her is countered by what I know of the inside of Filipino jails.
‘Okay, I’ll treat you for your birthday,’ I text back.
I don’t know if I’ll hear from her again, but I’ll never forget her.
Europeans in the Philippines have several distinct advantages. The first is, paradoxically perhaps, a legacy of the US occupation of the islands after the American-Spanish War of 1898. As a result of Spain’s defeat, the US acquired several Pacific properties including Guam and the Philippines. Unlike the others, the Philippines did not settle in easily to the role of US colony and a bloody war of butchery was fought against the US occupying forces, in which at least 300,000 Filipinos died at their hands, and many more of starvation and deprivation in the aftermath.
The withdrawal of US forces and the liberation, finally of the islands in 1946, after over 400 years of colonial ownership, was cathartic. Although Spanish culture is more deeply ingrained, US culture is closer to the the surface. Filipinos revere all things American, from Harley-Davidsons to rock and roll. (Played at devastating volume.) Even their local brands of cigarettes are advertised as having ‘that real American taste’.
Amongst the other cultural icons so revered are white men.
I was shocked, when I came here first, at the level of discrimination that exists, not between Filipinos and other ethnicities, but between pale-skinned Filipinos and dark-skinned ones. Filipino ethnicity is essentially built on a Malay base, but with many later additions. There is a strong implantation of Han Chinese, for example, who tend to be wealthy and successful, largely because they carry on the Chinese ethic of hard work and frugality. Both the Spanish and the Americans left behind plenty of genetic material, too, since after all, they were men, nothing is better than sex to a man and well, the women here show plenty of skin.
Filipino skin tone ranges, as a result, from milk chocolate brown to creamy white, with almost everyone being somewhere in between.
This gives rise both to a hierarchy and to an industry. The paler one’s skin tone, the more beautiful/handsome one is. This is a universal rule. Extremely beautiful women with spectacular bone structures but dark skin are regarded as less attractive than plain, pale women, and the same is true of men. This is true across Asia, but in the Philippines it reaches extreme levels. In fact, white skin might actually be better than sex, by these standards.
A whole beauty industry is devoted to ‘skin lightening’ products, some of them highly peculiar and frankly terrifying. Injected ‘glutathione’ for example, is a useless preparation sold as an ‘anti-oxidant’ in the West. In Asia it is specifically marketed as an agent to lighten skin tone. It’s not alone; all over Asia, people are spreading creams on themselves, scoffing pills and actually injecting highly dubious products into their bodies, on the grounds that it will ‘make their skin whiter.’
It follows that white skin is beautiful, and so white men are too. It is commonplace to become aware that one is being stared at by women, just as women complain they are stared at by men in the West. If you ask and the individual doesn’t just dissolve into hysteria or protest ‘nosebleed’ (inability to communicate in coherent English), she will tell you that it’s because ‘you are so handsome’. These are not hookers looking to sell you sex; they’re just ordinary women. Frequently a woman will hold out her arm next to mine — I am standard Scottish, formerly red hair, freckles and skin so white it could grace the Alps — and just sigh, deeply. ‘I wish my skin was that colour,’ she’ll say.
In other words, as long as you don’t smell bad (southeast Asians are far cleaner than Americans or Europeans and detest any body odour) and are not actually drunk as a skunk, any hopeless, ghastly old wreck of a white man will have pretty much unlimited success with Asian women.
Then, age is a virtue. Older men are regarded as sexually attractive. This is partly a function of the Philippines’ matriarchal culture, wherein only the oldest and most senior men have rank amongst the women (and gays.) Young men are seen as cute but older men are seen as hot and more, as far better husband material. The matriarchy proposes older men as partners for the matriarchs, so to a younger women, with aspirations to status in the matriarchy, having an older partner is a trophy.
For these women, status is definitely better than sex. And that usually means ‘money’.
Face is a constant here. Many things can garner face, and one of those, for a woman, and even more a ladyboy, is having an older, successful foreign partner — especially a white one.
You can fact-check this by asking Filipinas about Indian and Pakistani people. Most people from the subcontinent have considerably darker skin than the average in the Phils. The men are reviled. They are ugly and smell bad. They don’t know how to treat women. They are sex fiends and they are stupid. Nothing is better than sex — but not with them! But I could show you plenty of ugly, smelly, sex-obsessed white men who have difficulty constructing a coherent sentence, whom the same women will happily fall at the feet of, in bed with, or ‘chew-chew the bananas’ of.
Then there’s dick size. The average Asian man has a smaller penis than the average European; so much so that there is a popular myth that the condoms available in Asia will be too tight for a larger Western cock. Dick size is a symbol of male status, and within the matriarchy, having high-status male partners reflects status on women. Exactly as men in the West might consider a woman to be more sexy on the basis of her perceived fertility, so are men counted here; big dick equals more baby-making Mojo. Size matters.
For ladyboys it’s a little different. Most of them and, for that matter, gays, are totally obsessed by cock; they’ll never say anything is ‘better than sex’. They are literally dick-crazy and the bigger the better. Do not be surprised if your sexual target asks to see the size of your member. If she checks the size of your hands, she is not interested in your skeleton. She is operating on the widespread Asian belief that a man’s hand size is directly related to his dick size.
Many ladyboys are actually virgins because finding a local man to penetrate them is not easy. This, again, makes ‘foreign’ men a ladyboy magnet.
Take these together and the result is that, as long as you don’t smell and are capable of standing up, finding ladyboy lovers is almost as simple as standing still and letting them catch up!
I have just been to the Bureau of Immigration Visa Extension Office in Makati. I have to do this once every two months, for the economy of the Philippines. After five years wintering in the Phils, I know most of the office staff by name. My papers are in order and my money has been paid, but for unknown reasons, they’re not handing the passports with the new visas out yet. I sigh and decide the best thing to do would be to go and get a drink and some food.
I head for Market! Market!, a large mall in Taguig. It’s my favourite such place in Manila by far, because half of it is actually outside. Unlike some malls, there are plenty of beer-bars and tapsis too. So I indulge in a taxi — 105 pesos — and head for the bars at the back, near the van depot.
I randomly select one on the shady side and order a Red Horse. The waitress indicates a table inside (seedy) but I decline and point to the outside ones. I plan to check the menu while enjoying a cold beer and there is a shade tree over the tables. Girl-watching may not be better than sex, but it’s a close second, diba?
At the next table I spot a ladyboy facing my direction. She has two companions, both with their backs to me. I catch her glancing at me and smile. She doesn’t respond to me but says something to he friends. A few seconds later, they both furtively look round to catch a glimpse. The one on the left is a peach, very pretty. When she looks round again — and thus demonstrates that she’s interested — I smile at her.
A smile like that in the Phils, when the person is looking at you, must be responded to. These are Asians, not European or American women. Politeness requires a response. So she grins back and seconds later does so again; that is a sign. I make a gesture with my hand — ‘May I join you?’ They all accept and seconds later I am with a group of three ladyboys.
They work in a call centre, servicing a loans company. They came off shift at 10 and have been here since; it’s now after one pm and they are all pretty micked. Several empty litre bottles of Red Horse litter the table, along with the remnants of various dishes — pulutan. Red Horse is strong beer, 6.9%, so its effect on a 45-kilo girl, already tired from working all night, is pretty impressive.
Although the one I’d smiled at first is the most talkative, she is not my principal interest here. The pretty one, who is, has pulled out a chair close to her. At 21, she is also the youngest, it turns out; here friends are both 23. Her name is Toni and she comes from Dagupan in Pangasinan to the north. She has beautiful eyes and a lovely smile. She’s about five foot four, willowy slender, with fine skin and bones. And she’s three sheets to the wind.
Nothing’s better than sex
In a situation like this, many ladyboys will try to figure out if the man has clocked them or not. If they think not, they might try to carry on the illusion, but things will become a great deal more relaxed if they know that you know and are cool with it. The trick is in tactfully letting everyone know that you are aware without dropping too obvious a clanger.
Jez (the first girl) makes this easy when she refers to Toni as ‘he’. Now you have to understand that in Filipino, the word for ‘he’ and ‘her’ is the same (a classic marker of a matriarchy, by the way.) So they often make errors of gender in English. ‘Her,’ I insist. Now if that had been a genuine mistake, Jez would have been quick to explain; instead, she thanks me. By gendering Toni correctly, I have respected the whole group, but at the same time, we all now know. I know they’re TS and they know I know that.
I feel Toni’s hand slip onto mine and she squeezes it. It’s not sexual; it’s to say ‘thanks’. But she leaves her hand on mine anyway. There is a lovely complicity between ladyboys and the men who love them. This is going to be fun.
Better than sex? Don’t kid yourself.
5 Replies to “Better Than Sex: Travel and Ladyboys”
Let me first say that I have no experience of transsexuals in East Asia. While I have visited the Philipinnes I must have walked around with my eyes shut! Though I can attest to the fascination with pale skin, having had my blond hair touched and pulled by many a child on the mall escalator! And having been to a private beach with a corrugated iron roof and been looked at like and alien when I asked the cabana boys to pull a sun bed into the sun for me!
As for the obsessions with sex in TS and the elevated libido, while this is probably the reserve of the young it continues of a sort into older age. I know from my own exchanges with my female friends and from my husband’s accounts of his friends tales that our own sex life is somewhat easyly more active than theirs! This cannot be hormonal alone. I have not had testosterone in my endocrine system for 28 years and I stopped progesterone about the same time. However for a middle aged woman my oestrogen levels are stable because they are self administered. One thing is though different and that is socialy engineered. I was never conditioned to believe that “Nice girls don’t” or old women don’t .
HSTS Trans girls in the West are very different, both by necessity and circumstance. There is no acceptable pocket of society in which we can exist unmolested, we have to fit in to mainstream society ot exist outside of it in the “Trans-community”. Technology seems to have eleviated the problems most Trans girls in the West have by giving a seamless introduction to the men who are attracted to them. But that same “Trans-community” seems determined to poison the well against their seamless acceptance. Not content with social acceptance by the tolerant majority they seem determined to make all hate or love them. I fear for their future!
Re the visibility: your radar is going to be very good, but it’s still always a surprise to me and remember, over the last 5 years I’ve sent 2 years there. An example: last year I was in a mall in Manila with a very good friend who is TS (Andreia; she did the intro music for the vids) Just for a laugh she tapped my arm every time she saw a TS. I got about half of them. I was amazed. It was quite the eye-opener.
I do think that in terms of upbri8nging, things are immeasurably different for HSTS in the West. HSTS in the Phils grow up in a community of others. They are not isolated. Yes they do get bullied at school and many suffer severe parental abuse, especially from father, but they are rarely isolated. There will be others in the barangay and they form a mutual support network that I call ‘beki culture’. It is remarkable. They even have a dialect of their own called ‘bekimon’ or ‘bekiwords’ which is, even to my ear, different, and I have been told several times that it takes a long time to learn and other people can’t understand it (you can see how that might come in handy.) This close-knit community — to which gays, HSTS and AGP all belong — is one of the reasons why Asian AGPs are so different from Western ones, who invariably are isolated.I think HSTS are more similar wherever you go, probably because it’s innate. I am convinced beki culture is also the reason why the AGPs are so often pseudo-bisexual — they grow up in a culture where girls have boyfriends. Yes there are real lesbians, but for a boy to become a girl and then chase girls — they’d be regarded as loopy.
I agree about the ‘trans-community’ in the West and the damage that bull-in-a-china-shop AGP activists do; I think HSTS are better off well away from it. I subscribe to a couple of feminist blogs, notably Kathy Brennan’s, because I like to see both sides. I don’t agree with her about everything, especially her blanket opposition to GRS — we own our own bodies and that’s that — but honestly I think she’s fine with HSTS, if a little, maybe confused about it; but I can see why AGPs get right up her nose and there are times I have to say she is absolutely right. Those idiots are just bringing a heap of trouble.
@Rod Fleming – I have to say Beki Culture in Phils is awesome its almost like a “Sisterhood Support Network”.
I have also notice “Bakla culture in the Philippines” this is basically (Feminine) Gay men (so different to HSTS Trans and Possible AGPs) is very prominent in the Phils Gay Comm (the opposite of the west), In fact I did not see many “Masculine Gay Men” in Phils, I traveled quite extensively in Phils Greater Manila / Cebu and Davao City.
I can remember before I was married in the Early-2000s I went to Phils twice and noticed even the Gay Baklas were rather “Hot and feminine” and In all honesty would even put some Western Women to shame when it came to hotness and femininity.
Thou it appears they did NOT have any/much hormones and were basically Feminine guys who waxed their bodies/remove fully/partially their facial stubble and grew long hair and dressed regularly/most of the time in Femme or Androgynous clothing/style., and at that time I was still somewhat question my sexuality so I actually thought many of these Baklas were hot/sweet and wanna take you home hun :o)
That said I don’t think “Bakla Makeup” would have entirely worked in the West, simply because MOST Western Gay Men cannot pass or even semi-pass to save their life! However its a shame the Gay Lobby decided to dump the gay innate femininity (sissyness/effeminacy if you want to call it that), for a fake “Western Appropriate Masculinity” (The New Gay Man)!
BAKLA CULTURE PHILIPPINES:
@Rick: Go to Puerto Galeria on Mindoro, it’s the ‘macho gay’ capital lol
LOL Indeed a bit like the “Gay Mecca’s” of Sunny Brighton (IN England) and San Francisco!
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