Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

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I know a lot of you guys would like to fuck the odd one or two but to be honest I never really got it. I’ve never understood the obsession with celebrities. Sure some of them are hot and I certainly wouldn’t walk away if say, Britney Spears wanted to stick her pussy in my face. But it’s never going to happen so I never think about it.

Yeah I know, its just a bit of fantasy. I have nothing against that I have some pretty good ones myself. Just not with celebrities. There’s no shortage of equally cute girls walking around town on any day of the week. There’s one who works in the bank I use. She has a gorgeous smile; “Good morning Mr Totti” she says as I walk up to the counter, “how are you today?”

I want to tell her I’ve got a whopping hard on and it’s all because of her but I never do, it’s not the kind of thing you say in a bank. I’ve only ever seen the top half of her, she could have wheels for all I know. But I have imagined the bottom half and I can tell you it’s much better that Britney’s.

Now I have no illusions, there’s really no more likelihood that I’ll ever get between the sheets with this girl than there is with any of the popular celebs. But I have met and interacted with the object of my fantasy, and she doesn’t pollute the airwaves with dreadful caterwauling.

I suppose for some guys the desire is for something that is out of reach and forbidden. To dream the impossible orgasm. For me there is just the tiniest, flimsiest of possibilities that she could walk of of that bank and into this Starbucks.

Click pic for tits and pussy

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Well the curfew in Bangkok has been lifted but it came too late for me. I winged over to Bali instead. Much like the rest of the world it seems. Visitor arrivals are up almost 20% in Bali which means Kuta is heaving. The Balinese are happy, they haven’t had it so good since the infamous bombing.

But Kuta does get a bit tedious after a while so I headed up to the north and found a place with a lovely garden to while away a few days. The charming little takeaway I brought with me has already perfected the art of making herself scarce when I sit down to read or write. Re-appearing only at lunchtime with a tray of goodies and an impish grin.

Following an early afternoon fuck and a nap we take a stroll in the rice fields as the sun goes down. Then a soapy slippery shower before dinner. After that a nice massage and a … look there’s bugger all else to do around here.

See also: Paddy’s Bar
See also: Anything to declare

Click the pic to see the pussy shots

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Good news for all you Met-art fans. They have finally come up with a new Asian model or at least a gallery that I’ve not seen before. Her name is Lavinia Chan, a pretty looking girl, slim and with a gorgeous soft looking bush that you’d love to bury your face in.

Of course she’s been pimped up by the make-up folks and she’s been shot in arty pastel tones. But behind all that she reminds me of the student girls that slink down to Hong Kong from mainland China to hook for a couple weeks on a short stay visa.

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Dutch sex shop De Condoomfabriek (The Condom Factory) has launched “Pope Condoms” to make a point about sexually transmitted diseases, unwanted pregnancies and the Vatican’s opposition to contraceptives.

The wrapper shows an image of a papal figure that looks rather like Ratzy, though the face is removed, and a text that reads “I SAID NO! We say YES!” framing the image.

I can understand the Vatican’s point to a degree, after all choir boys don’t get pregnant. But there are plenty of people out there who like to role play. I think Popedoms are a grand idea and I sincerely hope that Condoomfabriek will follow up with the launch of some naughty nun habits with hot pink trim, a rubber mitre and a vibrating Pope stick.

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There has been a curfew in Bangkok over the entire weekend. I decided there wasn’t much point in going up there but I did call a few bargirl friends to see how things were. Some had chosen to just hibernate through it while others had gone back up country to see families.

They all felt a rather sad and subdued. Those that work in Nana Plaza were there right until the last evening. Patpong, which was just a stones throw from the barricades, had closed down some days before.

It’s a funny thing, the mainstream media tells the world that Thaksin has huge support in the north-east of Thailand. That’s true, he does, largely because of his cash handouts. But they never mention that most of the country’s bargirls also come from the north-east and I’ve met very few of them who have any liking for the guy.

It was Thaksin that enforced the two o’clock closing time law which shaved a couple of the more lucrative hours off their workday. And between them bargirls do far more to alleviate poverty and provide education for the region’s children than anything any politician has ever done.

One girl who runs a small bar/restaurant on Sukhumvit spoke for many; “I work hard every day, I send all my money back every month. Now cannot! No have customer, no have money!”