I am not ashamed to say that I love the Philippines. Nowhere else that I have ever visited manages to capture so much of humanity’s amazing variety. It’s an incredible place and I am so lucky to have found it. This is a selection of pictures from that trip. I’ll let them speak for themselves.
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Pasig River ferries from Maybunga to downtown Manila.
Not many people know about the Pasig River ferries — which are really like floating buses. They’re not very fast but given that Manila road traffic is gridlocked most of the day, the river ferries represent an efficient transport alternative. There are numerous jetties along the river where passengers can alight and the cost was minimal. This journey took just over an hour but I have known the same one take over three in a taxi!
Poor Jelly was suffering. She was recovering from an accident and the seats on the ferries are basic, making her back injury hurt, But as always she just grinned and carried on. Smashing girl. We had a lot of fun.
The Terminus is at Escolta, on the other side of the river from the famous Intramuros, the old walled city. The day was very hot and Jelly was clearly in pain so we took a calesa ride and made like tourists. She had never been to Intramuros before and despite her sore back, really enjoyed herself.
The last ferry back to Pasig was at 1630, because the service only operates in daylight – there are no navigation lights! It was a fine day out though.
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.
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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.
March 2016. Jelly I are sharing a studio condo in Maybunga, in Pasig City, Metro Manila. Previously we were in a larger condo and things were much easier. Now the place is like a pressure-cooker.
As ever the television goes on after our morning sex session. This is when I usually try to work and it appears that Jelly has hearing difficulties.
The diet is monotonous. At noon, it’s Showtime, a variety revue hosted by Vice Ganda, a well-known gay performer. Needless to say, Jelly is mesmerised, smiling. There is nothing coming out of the television – even though the volume is full blast. It’s like an anaesthetic.
Curiously, I am reminded of Grampian Television’s ‘One o’Clock Gang’, hosted by Larry Marshall, that was the daily accompaniment to lunch when I was a child. It shows the depth of the penetration; that was 50 years ago and I can still see the faces of Marshall and Andy Stewart in flickering 405-line black and white.
Nothing has changed; The One o’Clock Gang has emigrated and transmogrified into ‘Eat Bulaga’ and ‘Showtime’. But Showtime has a trans anchor. It’s a killer selling point.
The real televisual clue to the lives of ladyboys, however, is in the ‘tele-series’.
Another informative video for the lovers, and would-be lovers of that precious delicacy, ladyboys. Yummy, there’s nothing quite like a ladyboy in the night. But be nice.
If you want to find yourself a sweet lovely ladyboy, you should follow my advice here and most of all, you should be here.
Well, so there you are. You find yourself with an attraction to ladyboys, traps. transsexuals, whatever. These are not your Western fetishistic transvestites a la Bruce ‘Caitlyn’ Jenner.
This is about ladyboys, or in Latin America and southern Europe, travestis. They are amongst the most gorgeous girls you’ll ever meet and while they do have their foibles, are generally easy to deal with, as long as you avoid the Ladyboy Trap.
We’re talking about sex crazy, man-obsessed homosexuals who live as girls — and are more beautiful than most. They are wonderful, gorgeous, so sexy that just watching a ladyboy walking down the street will get your dick hard. And they are the Ladyboy Trap. Yes. Those ones right there.
I have been asked many times about the technical details of making love with ladyboys and at last I decided to do it. By the way, I know this is in the wrong order, blame my stupid software. The stuff in my head, that is.
Anyway, how does a straight man make love to a ladyboy? With a little care and sensitivity, is the answer. I know there are men out there who like to fucked but most of us are not like that and for those who are, you’re either Autogynephilic or suffering from internalised homophobia. Neither of these are desirable. The ladyboys we are talking about are what Blanchard et alia call HSTS, that is, homosexual transsexuals and what I call True Transsexuals.
They are exclusively attracted to men, have been girls since the age of two and will only play the female role in bed. We are not talking about the other type, Autogynephilic transvestites here. In southeast Asia these can be fun to play with, but in the West they are a nightmare and should be avoided. Granted there are a few exceptions, but caveat emptor, or maybe, caveat futuour.
In my experience, transsexual ladyboys are lovely girls, attentive, caring and great in bed. They are beautiful and unassuming, if occasionally a little crazy. (It might be the hormones.) Transvestites, who often call themselves transgender in the West, are practically impossible to have a relationship with. I shouldn’t even try with a Western one and certainly not with one who transitioned over the age of around 18. Bad bet.
Beautiful bottom.
It pays to find out exactly what the girl is interested in before getting her into bed. Having spent a night fighting off a girl who suddenly got it into her head that she was the man, I can assure you it’s no fun and you will not get out of that bed without a fight or a sore bum.
The Philippines has become very important to me over the last four years. It’s now the focus of much of my life and I want to spend more time there. The winters in France are just too cold for me now.
When you visit a country for longer periods, months at a time, as I do, you can’t do quite what the holiday tourist does. It’s partly to do with budgets but also with burnout. You have to learn to chill and take it easy.
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.
My papers are in and my money has been paid, but for unknown reasons, they’re not handing the passports with the new visas out yet. I have plans for the afternoon so will have to come back on Tuesday. I sigh and decide to get a beer and some food. I had no plans, then, to meet baklas.
Baklas, to let you know, are the local ersion of the ubiquitous ladyboy, the transwomen found all over southeast Asia, under different names. They are highly feminised males who live as women and seek straight men for partners. They are often as beautiful as natal women — or more so.
I head for Market! Market! in Taguig. It’s my favourite mall in Manila by far, partly because half of it is actually outside. Unlike some malls, there are plenty of beer-bars and small restos too, serving a myriad array of meals in price bands to suit any bakla’s pocket, as they say. So I indulge in a taxi — 105 pesos — and, once I’m there, head for the bars at the back, near the van depot. I know from experience that these are good and cheap and so, attract locals — including baklas.
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