Well, so there you are. You find yourself with an attraction to ladyboys, traps. transsexuals, whatever. These are not your Western autogynephilic transvestites a la Bruce ‘Caitlyn’ Jenner.
We’re talking about sex crazy, man-obsessed homosexual males who live as women. They are wonderful, beautiful, 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.
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.
Transwomen in the Philippines are classified locally as ‘gay’. The specific word used might be ‘bakla’, ‘beki’, ‘bayot’, ‘bading’ or any one of several others, depending on location and dialect.
Note that here, ‘gay’ does not mean what it does in the West. It means you are male but not a man; that you have ‘green blood’. In Luzon, the most popular local term is ‘bakla’. Their lifestyle is called ‘kabaklaan’ and it is centred on the performance of beauty.
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