Thank you very much for the mention, Colonel Boris. I'm happy to hear you won the Penis War

The way you put words in the stories is really amazing. Hope you have a good time in Bangkok (don't get dick-cuffed by the girl too much!)

What's up with the balloon bar? Never heard of this before your thread, and now seems like you're going there a lot with the chicks. Does it give you a high? Is it helium?

mad tears in that museum

rick flair drip dik gang

Gonzo! Thank you sir - we need to grab that coffee or beers ASAP.

G2a - I was dick cuffed by the girl the whole time, but I think I needed it, and it was a great way to see more of Bangkok than I did 8-9 years ago. As for the balloon bars, they are filled with nitrous oxide (laughing gas). I'm pretty sure I was doing balloons wrong for the first bit of my stint here, but then I started covering my nose while inhaling and just really started cracking up, music slowed down, and was just quite euphoric for a very short time.

Boliver - let's have a good cry sesh together sometime in Asia. I'm in need of a companion for it.

Coinflipper - that statement hits a little bit too true after the other night.

Chapter 5: Big Body Reformed - Or Is He?

I figure we are long overdue for an update, as a few things have happened as of late - nothing that notable, but just general happenings which is the point of this blog.

Last I left off, I was going to see that Thai girl in Bangkok for a week. Overall, it was a fantastic trip.

First, shoutout to the 2p2'ers I met on Thursday night at Australian pub and then Nana Plaza (you know who you are). Was an absolutely great night. However, it definitely set the tone for my physical well-being on the trip.

The flight over was actually terrifying (even though I'm probably the only one on the flight who thought that). Asians really have a knack for sleeping through extreme turbulence. I kept looking around for a foreign face to lock eyes with to give the nod that we were together in solidarity should the plane go down, but it was mostly Chinese who were fast asleep. Also, a very big shout out to my very sassy and very flamboyant Vietnam Airlines flight attendant, who saw I wasn't doing too well with the turbulence, and slipped me two beers.

I had pretty low expectations of Bangkok, as when I went there 8-9 years ago, it was purely for whoring. It really seems like the city has been cleaned up a bit, the sex hustle is much less in your face, and overall a better kept city. I imagine a lot of money pouring in with fintech ventures over the years, which has required some sort of overhaul.

After landing the first night, I met up with my lady friend, as she stayed with me the entire trip. She had to work the next day, and after a few beers with the guys at Australian pub, I figured a proper Bangkok inauguration was needed. I dropped her off back at the hotel, and went out to Nana Plaza with the guys.

Nostalgia. The memories came flooding back just as fast as the blood started flowing to my penis, and we posted up on top floor for some gyrations, groping, and gin and tonics. Except, it was really just naked women sitting on laps while I hoarded jagerbombs and did the Fernando Rodney "bow and arrow" to any girl I thought was attractive on the spinning carnival wheel where you could choose girls.



We closed Nana Plaza at Spanky's, which is where the nostalgia came from. If you're not familiar with Spanky's, it's a hooker dance-club, go-go bar thingy where you're given a foam hose when you walk in to spank the girls with. I was thrown out of Spanky's many moons ago - when I was 19-20 - for going up to one of the showers in the corner (where naked women danced and soaped up) and repeatedly hitting it while yelling "HAI-YAAAA!!!" I was told by one of the mamasans that the women weren't caged animals and that I needed to stop. Unfortunately, Bangkok had consumed me by that point, and I was thrown out not long after for whipping their metaphorical cage once again.

The night ultimately ended with me projectile vomiting all over my hotel bathroom after eating stale bacon cheese fries which had hardened into a dry lump, mixed in with me accidentally brushing my teeth with hand cream. I didn't leave bed until 9pm the next day, and didn't end up seeing the light of day in Bangkok until Saturday afternoon.

Saturday was rather fortuitous, as I was staying in Sukhumvit 11, and we walked by a German restaurant while heading for lunch. I mentioned that I wanted to head there for dinner, the lady friend agreed, and we returned later that night. It just so happened to be their grand re-opening, which entailed free food and German beers the whole night. It was mostly communal seating, as it was absolutely packed, and we were seated next to an old German man and his 20 year old prostitute and an old English man and his 25 year old prostitute.

Things started a bit shaky as the German man immediately tried to get into politics with me, and told me I should apologize for Trump. I'm not very political, and sure as **** didn't go to a German restaurant to enter into some petty debate with a random old whoremongerer. I should also mention, he had a cane. Not saying Big Body is the strongest guy out there. In fact, I'm very weak, have a sensitive back, and bleed quite easily. I'm essentially the opposite of any fighter, but, 65 year old Germans with canes are likely in that 1% wheelhouse of people I could successfully beat down. Then again, old man strength is a legitimate thing, only surpassed by (1) blind strength, and (2) ****** strength (pardon my language) - so I very well could have been on the receiving end of such beat down.

Everything settled down though, and it ended up being a really nice night. The rest of the trip was mostly exploring, eating, ****ing, and sleeping. Which, I really only ever need sleeping and eating, so everything else was gravy.

I do have to say that I was really disappointed in Bangkok's Chinatown, maybe we just didn't know where to look, but it wasn't so much a Chinatown as it was one giant strip with people selling the same four things.

Condoms were used the whole trip, and Big Body returned to Saigon with a clear conscience, a clear penis, and a clear plan of how to tackle the next few months. However, that was short-lived.

It doesn't take much for Big Body to go from soaring with the eagles to eating left over tikka masala out of the garbage with the rats. Not longer after settling back in Saigon, I went out for some beers at my favorite brewery, dawning no more than my elephant head t-shirt, athletic shorts, and one giant loose sock that had been stretched out from it being my father's. It was agreed the night would be simple, but after my 4th or 5th IPA and sour beer mix, I knew it would be anything but, and 'Apocalypse Now', the infamous hooker bar was on deck. They legitimately just have good cheap drinks and it's fun to people watch. Also, sometimes we run out of places to go after 1 or 2 am, so this seemed like a good option.

Also, shoutout to the new roll-dawg who moved to Saigon and came out (won't name him unless he is alright with it). Was a blast of a night. Next thing I know, I'm meeting some random fake-tittied Vietnamese woman in the lobby of my apartment at 5am, and doing the deed. I wish I could say a condom was used, well...actually it was, but my unimpressive piece of cooked spaghetti was doing no wonders for either of us, and she soon removed it. Big Body doth NOT protest too much, and went with it.

I'm sure most of you reading this must realize I'm a broken record by now with the same mistakes, but I like to think I'm at least aware of my vices. So, that's a step...I guess. Either way, it was a hell of a night, no present ticklings in the penis, and I'm hoping to not slip up again (but, I'm still realistic about it). However, the penis alert is rather high, kind of like the Yogi Bear sign for forest fires at national parks in the U.S.



I can't complain too much, as I'm back at doing some work (which I enjoy), have a relatively relaxed next few couple of months, and am quite happy with how everything has turned out so far. More updates to come.

Also, gotta throw this vid in. Nostalgia once again. Used to love The Johnstones. Hilarious song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYm-VLMIn_Q


Hope everyone had a grand weekend,

-Big Body

This post is as good as the video in the end is bad... and let me tell you the video in the end is very very bad

Excessivelly hitting the hookers with pool noodles sounds hilarious, the kind of silly humor that can't be ignored nor faked... only performed by highly energetic intoxicated folks

I too often get lured into political arguements for a moment when partying... people who start it are real dicks and it takes self-discipline to get out of it. Wish you had hit the Belligerent Bavarian Bastard with a Biblical Backbreaking Backhand

Cheers to the Big Body Boris!

Couldnt tell if that song was supposed to be real or something like this:



Had no idea you threw up in bkk lol.

G2A: Love the alliteration at the end there. Also, the video is a joke. Put out by the trumpeter of an underground Canadian ska/punk band. Just love it because it's ridiculous.

BGP: Love Jon Lajoie, especially "Everyday Normal Guy."

Chapter 6: Big Body's Bui Vien Bonanza - Beer, Balloons, & Booty

Before getting in the recent happenings, I forgot to mention one thing about the Vietnamese hooker that I got a few posts ago (not the most recent one, but the one I glossed over). I had eaten way too many weed cookies at about 3-4am that night, and when she woke up me up an hour or two later to do the deed, my mouth was so dry that I couldn't even muster up any saliva to suck on her fake titties. I was just so upset and unable to generate even a drop of moisture.



Big Body becomes a bit of a bull in a china shop after one bad decision, continuing on, smashing antique tea sets, light beer, and cleanly shaven Vietnamese poonani.

Earlier in the thread, I referenced a buddy named 'Fisherman'. He was in town for a few days with one of his buddies from back home in Canada. I hadn't seen Fisherman in a year or so, as he was out of HK last time I visited and our paths just hadn't many reasons to cross. We started the night at East West (as noted before, one of my favorite breweries), and things quickly amplified.

I wasn't expecting much, as I was wearing a t-shirt with a giant dog's head on the front and back, athletic shorts, and had my laptop with me. If you've read any of my previous posts, animal shirts are a common theme in my life. Side note: there's a great little vendor tucked away at the Wan Chai Market in HK, where this one old dude sells animal t-shirts for about USD $8-$12.

I noticed within the first few shared sips with Fisherman and his friend, that both had a devious sparkle in their eyes - like Joe Pesci's gold tooth in 'Home Alone', except in their eye. We wore our welcome out at East West and stayed til close. While Saigon does have some pretty good nightlife, it can be tough to find happening bars that are open past 1:30/2am, so we headed to Bui Vien (the backpacker street).

I'm not sure why, but the balloons were calling my name that night. I really haven't felt too many effects from balloons during my Saigon-tenure, as I think I've likely not been inhaling big enough. However, this time, I think I may have overdone it. While talking to Fisherman at two different points in the night - bass thumping in the background - my body kind of just spazzed out. It's hard to describe, but it's like I was a record that was being scratched and rewound for a brief second. I think it likely just looked like I had some sort of 2 second tick. Guessing that's why my brain hasn't been working for the last 3 days or so.

The night continued on, and so did my balloon usage. I wasn't really expecting a lot from the night, and was content working my way through the 3 beer towers we had ordered. The nice thing about Bui Vien is you can get a beer tower for about 400k Dong, or USD $17. The bad thing about Bui Vien is balloons cost about $4-5 per balloon. Maybe that's a good thing, otherwise I'd likely be using that cheek sensor Stephen Hawking used in order to dictate this blog post to an able bodied friend.

Fisherman's buddy went missing for about an hour, and we were getting concerned, as it was his first time in Asia, he was hosed, and had no idea how to get back to the hotel. Just as we were about to organize a search and rescue party for him, we spotted him being fed drinks by a table of 12-15 sharply dressed gay Vietnamese men - pure intentions I'm sure. We locked eyes, and he returned to our table, regaling us with tales of Vietnamese generosity while dishing out newly acquired fashion advice.

Not long after, Fisherman and his friend had pulled over a duo of Vietnamese gals, one dawning a tight white dress and the other in daisy dukes and a tank. I'm sure you can guess which one I started talking to. From afar, she looked great - nice body, great smile, and she didn't dance horribly. When she approached, I realized she had a mouth that looked like that one female pirate from Pirates of the Caribbean.



I've actually seen this a relatively decent amount while living in Asia. A perfectly attractive and presentable girl, ripe for dating, other than one thing, the darkened teeth - like she has been chewing betel nut for the last 30 years.

We slugged beers til about 4am, grabbed some food, and then went back to mine, where she insisted on drinking til about 6/7am. Mind you, she had to work the next day at 9. I would be remiss not to mention that I was so wholeheartedly relieved when she mentioned she had a real job and wasn't a hooker. My heart, nor my penis were in the right state for such impurities that night.

I used to complain that my ex never drank, so maybe this was God's way of punishing me, as this girl essentially cleaned out the rest of the beer I had in my fridge. She also laid one of those very high school make-outs on me, where immediately after taking a swig of beer, she went in for the kiss - her wet, beer soaked tongue transferring Tiger's finest to mine while I recoiled in disgust, using as little as tongue as possible in order to skirt meningitis. You know the type of kiss that you try and do after you cum in a girls mouth and she doesn't brush, and then tries to kiss you after? That was the kiss I was trying to do. Basically just doing the old man without dentures type of kiss. Similar to how this guy's mouth looks.



She would kiss me, pull away telling herself she only came here to drink, kiss me, do the same, rinse and repeat. Finally, I got to the point where I realized it was 7am and I wasn't that desperate to get laid, so I went to bed and tried to sleep. Like a fly on ****, she followed, and next thing you know, we're making the beast with two backs. I do have to say, after having such a string of terrible smelling vaginas, her vagina restored my faith in humanity, and for that, I'm thankful.

I'm not really a dirty talker during sex. In fact, I'm not much of a talker at all, and have been told I'm deathly silent. Well, more like criticized for being too quiet. I can't help it, I still just get overwhelmed with the site of a naked female body under mine/on top of me, and like to take it all in. As X to the Z Xzibit says, "Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate." Big Body has to concentrate.

I tried to up my talking game a little, since she was equally as quiet. It didn't go that great, as she just answered everything I said with a quick "yes." I don't know why, but I found it hilarious each time, as I'd be like: "how you like it from behind?" "yes," "how do you want it?" "yes," "should I still short Bitcoin right now?" "yes." At least I was able to get some good financial advice out of it.

She somehow made it to work, and I woke up at 7pm, for another night of unadulterated boozing. Nothing was too notable about this night, as we started the night out at a local Vietnamese seafood restaurant, and worked our way to meet both girls from the previous night. I took her home again, and more bed sheet "yes, yes, y'alls" were exchanged with my pirate queen.

I spent the next three days living in a dark cave of alcohol withdrawals and penis paranoia. I've finally emerged.

-Big Balloon Boris

Vivacious, commiserative. Gratified and enthralled.

you make vietnam sound fun, sans girlfriend. While I did love it there, it was more the guatemala of asia for me - lots of amazing experiences, none worth sticking around for. It seems like you spend most of your time in the capital and stay plenty entertained - how does it compare living there to other larger asian cities? I keep considering a return trip, how is hcmc overall for you? One annoying thing seemed to be it taking 45 minutes to get anywhere, and zero chance I'm riding my own motorbike there.

Trying to find a place to go once rainy season kicks in here in indo.

"Lewd, lascivious, salacious, outrageous!" -Jackie Chiles

Boliver: I think from having read your thread, we are likely pretty different in what gets our gears going, as you're 1000x more active than me. Most of my living takes place within a one mile radius, which is why I love cities like Hong Kong and Singapore. Comparatively, it's extremely different than anywhere I've lived, as it still is a 3rd-world country (I think the PC term is "developing"), so some harsh realities are constantly thrust in your face. I'm really enjoying my time here so far, but have noted in some earlier posts how for me to actually feel like I've "reached the top" professionally, I need to slug it out in Hong Kong or Singapore. Definitely the overall goal is to get back to there. However, I still am likely never working a traditional 9-5 again, so going back on one's own terms (in a city that expensive) can be tough.

Nothing much to report today at all. Just a good, positive day. Overcame food poisoning and penis paranoia, so feeling like I could conquer the world at the moment. Sitting at my favorite cafe watching Asians orchestrate elaborate Instagram-worthy pictures and avoiding eye-contact with a random French "dj" who I struck up a convo with one day who clearly dislikes my presence.



Making a visa run to Cambodia around the 18th-21st/22nd of November, so if anyone is in Phnom Penh and wants to grab some beers, give me a holla. I'll be getting another 3 month multi-entry visa, so I guess that puts me in Nam until around March. Life is good here and there's no real complaints. Hoping I've gotten some of the self-destructive behavior out of the way, so I can keep it enjoying it.

I imagine those of you who live abroad have had to deal with all your friends back home getting married. It's getting to the point where it feels like I'm receiving wedding invitations every other week. I'd love to go back for some of these weddings, but it's just not practical. Plus, if I'm flying back, I'm not trying to go to some ****ty part of Florida in November (one buddy getting married there).

Living abroad, it amazes me the onus that's placed on you by friends to maintain relationships, stay in contact, etc... It should be a relatively equal friendship maintenance, however I find having lived abroad for so long in my life, everything is almost solely shifted to the party abroad, which just gets tiring/frustrating. Have had to cut out too many friendships due to me being the only one ever making any effort and them unjustifiably believing I should be the only one doing so.

I wish I had something more notable to write about, but life is just relatively steady at the moment.

When I met Pirate Teeth for the second night, her cousin was with her and paid me a little bit too much attention for someone who was banging her cousin, and kept trying to chat and dance with me. Since then, Pirate Teeth has been requesting the FaceTime call every now and again (which I oblige), and it somehow always ends up being the cousin taking over the phone to try and talk to me and convince me to come out.

I'm supposed to get dinner and drinks with them tomorrow night (Thursday), so it should be an interesting situation. I wonder what protocol is on trying to have a threesome with two cousins. I imagine it's not very likely. Then factor in the creed/loyalty of pirates, and I'd guess it's close to a solid 0%.

Signing off for now. I imagine if I drink tomorrow night, things could escalate.

Be grand everybody.

-Big Body

This is very relatable and has been a big source of pain for me in recent years. It's hard to accept when friendships that were so robust turn into chores. When little effort is put in by either party of a relationship and then one party tries to initiate guilt trips and make the other party feel like a "bad friend," though, that relationship is probably just about finished. It's a fact of life, though; something that begins to cost more than it provides is no longer beneficial.

8rysh: I've pretty much only found the relationships I've been able to maintain are with my buddies who have lived abroad at some point in their lives - so there's some sort of actual understanding. But, with my small-town buddies, those have almost completely faded.

No big update today. Had a big night out with Coinflipper and two ladies on Thursday night (Pirate Teeth and her cousin). Was an absolute blast of a night. Started the night off at a sushi joint, drank about 13 beers each (Coinflipper an entire bottle of wine), and ate enough sashimi to give mercury poisoning to an elephant. Transitioned to Bui Vien, which was surprisingly dead (I think because Halloween was the previous night), where had a few beer towers and balloons. Finished the night at Apo, but was just way too drunk at that point and had to call it a bit early.

I always complained that I've never dated or slept with a truly crazy girl. I think I got my wish, because Pirate Teeth is legitimately insane. Gets more loaded than a plantation owner in the dirty south in the 1800s off moonshine. and just proceeded to yell at me for the last two hours of the night. Mostly for me wanting to go home - after she passed out in the taxi from drinking so much.

She tried to pull an ultimatum at Apo - "you either stay and drink with me or I won't come home with you." I just looked at her and said "ok! have a good night." And, of course she was like, "no no no it's ok I'll come home."

I discuss this with BGP a bit, but women just have such an inflated idea of the net benefit they confer on a man. Nothing is probably worse than a 22 year old white girl who is fresh out of college when it comes to women with an over-inflated sense of self. Luckily, the older women get, they generally realize that men aren't trying to play idiotic games, as men are an appreciating asset (while women are clearly not). However, there's still a fair share of late twenties to mid-thirties women who think they can get away with bringing drama and unnecessary bs. That I can't stand, and have no problem walking away from it.

Taking today pretty easy. Sitting at my go-to cafe, doing a bit of work, and just in a good, positive mood. Feel like I need to start orchestrating a bit more of a concrete plan of my next 3 months in general, just to bring back some good structure to my life. Things are going well socially and work-wise, but it feels like I've stalled a bit, and want to get back towards that upward climb.

Hope everyone has a grand weekend,

Big Body

Ps. Jedi Mind Tricks on repeat all day - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4j3nCcMJfM

Maybe I'm a sucker, but Pirate Teeth (PT) messaged me very apologetic about how she acted the other night, and we ended up getting dinner at an izakaya in Japantown on Monday night.

Japantown is great by the way. Highly recommend anyone in Saigon to check it out. It's located in District 1, near Apo, and has a relatively non-assuming entrance. However, once you walk in, you're greeted by a barrage of red and white lights hanging from above. I've never been to Japan, but I imagine it's similar to how some of the back alleys are, and it really makes for an aesthetically pleasing and cozy atmosphere.

You can see Japanese men outside hostess bars smoking cigarettes and preparing for a big night of whoring at 7pm, get some decent ramen, and feel like you're out of Saigon for the time being. It was a refreshing find, and I'll be going back somewhat frequently.

PT and I met at the izakaya, and things went well. The problem with Japanese beer is that it tastes too damn good. And, by the end of the night, PT and I had drank something like 27 beers between us. Normally, I would have my female counterpart out-drank by quite a few, but I still reckon she took down about 11 or 12 beers.

Well, things escalated and we headed back to mine. I can't deny, it's a nice vagina. Was still in the Jedi Mind Tricks mood, threw on some Vinnie Paz, and made my couch see things no couch should ever have to see. Nothing is as romantic as when you're bending a girl over your couch while listening to Vinnie Paz's rough, Italian voice spout homophobic lyrics. "I civilize savages, while you support gay marriages." Just Google some of his lyrics if you are curious as to the extent of his homophobia.

Overall, it was a pretty good Monday night. I woke up Tuesday feeling rough, but invigorated. Nothing too exciting coming up. Getting dinner and drinks with the balloon girl from the previous pics tomorrow night (that's if she even shows - also will elaborate on that another time), so I'm hoping that leads to something.

Hope everyone is getting through the week.

Cheers,

Big Body

"ok! have a good night."

*****'s Boss Boris totally called her bluff. She clearly has no self-respect, which is the most important thing I look for in a woman (no pride, no honor. will do everything you ask her to)

Those girls with only 1 very bad feature are great. You feel like you're banging a hot model if you ignore a little detail. I have banged a one-legged girl before... the best moment was when I told her to "get on threes"

I believe in your threesome, Boris! You are nasty, bold and unashamed, after all.

G2A: Literally spit out my drink when I read "get on threes." You need to make your way back out here. We're waiting.

Heading to Phnom Penh next Monday to Friday (19th to 23rd) for a visa run. I generally hate traveling, and am someone who very much enjoys staying in one spot. I'm the antithesis of Boliver in that regard.

Never really had much of a desire to go to Cambodia, but it could be nice to get away for a little and just relax. I'm taking a bus there, because I hate flying so much. If anyone is in Phnom Penh during those dates and wants to grab some beers, food, etc... give me a holler.

For those reading my thread, you might be thrown off by me saying that I don't really have a desire to go whoring in Cambodia. And, I hate making general sweeping statements, but it seems like for foreigners in Cambodia, it's basically hookers or nothing. A little worried of the trouble I could get into if I get too loaded in PP, as I can just picture myself drenched in sweat, having rawdogged the riskiest girl yet, and sporting a massive hangover.

Some might say, "well, just don't do that." I wish it was that easy. Feeling in a good spot at the moment, really loving Saigon, and excited to spend the next few months here. Considering a Christmas trip too - Fisherman messaged me the other day asking if I wanted to get a villa in Thailand for a week or so. Tempting, and I think I might just have to take him up on that.

Not much to update at the moment. Hope everyone is well though.

Cheers,

Boris

cambo/PP is a great spot for a week, any more and you really get pulled into degen life. enjoy it, don't hit rock bottom, and apply some statistical risk analysis to these things you're afraid of - ie flying and sex. Don't fly your own plane and no anal - ur good to go according to numbers.

If you really want to avoid it, just go to a different city. I had an amazing time in Kampot, so many cool daytrips and adventures to do - and Siam Reap is worth a visit.

I'm old man boliver now, the last...20 months - I've lived in 2 cities. we are becoming one. which reminds me of this slowjam from cheap vegas stripclubs:



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FA5jsa1lR9c

lol, sorry for ruining 4 minutes of whoever's life that ends up watching that video

anal (on a girl) is also pretty much fine according to the numbers

sorry for the off-topic, just always something that has interested me that I think there's a lot of misinformation about. Risk of HIV only from a dude vaginally banging a girl raw who is HIV positive - 1 in 2500. (obv plenty of other stuff you can get, but most of it besides a baby is no big deal). This is one reason why vaginas are cooool.

I've never really looked for anal sex transmission rates before. Let's dig in!

Anal sex
A meta-analysis exploring the risk of HIV transmission through unprotected anal sex was published in 2010.1 The analysis, based on the results of four studies, estimated the risk through receptive anal sex (receiving the penis into the anus, also known as bottoming) to be 1.4%. (This means that an average of one transmission occurred for every 71 exposures.) This risk was similar regardless of whether the receptive partner was a man or woman.

No meta-analysis estimates currently exist for insertive anal sex (inserting the penis into the anus, also known as topping) but two individual studies were conducted to calculate this risk. The first, published in 1999, calculated the risk to be 0.06% (equivalent to one transmission per 1,667 exposures).2 However, due to the design of the study, this number likely underestimated the risk of HIV transmission. The second study, published in 2010, was better designed and estimated the risk to be 0.11% (or 1 transmission per 909 exposures) for circumcised men and 0.62% (1 transmission per 161 exposures) for uncircumcised men.3

https://www.catie.ca/en/pif/summer-2...k-exposure-hiv There's a nice graph in there that sums it all up

Came across articles from CDC that:

People who report using condoms consistently reduced their risk of getting HIV through insertive anal sex with an HIV-positive partner, on average, by 63%

Interesting but not too surprising. Less natural butt lube equals higher failure rates I'm guessing.

With a high end estimate of 22% HIV rate among sex workers in viet - anal sex using a condom with random working girl would result in contracting HIV .22*.63*.0062 = 0.00085932% of the time, or one in like 1,150 if you are not circumsized.

Yeah, not too bad. Once your numbers start going above 50-100 though, then that margin of safety isn't really something I'd want to be relying on. I'll stick with vaginas.

Only 63%?? I'd rather anal bareback 1 girl than use a condom on 3 and a half girls. Both are the same risk

Edit: Nevermind, didn't read 'consistently'. I guess the 63% risk reduction are their long term risk and not per session

22% hiv rate among sex workers in viet!!!! wtf now im sweating havent got tested since i left bkk

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3567216/

scroll down and there's a chart in here I thought was super interesting, breaking down HIV rates among streetworkers. How in the world would any subset of a population besides teh gays ever get to 50%+, that seems crazy.

stay safe, my friends


the annual STD discussion. I'll stop now, apologies for derail

I find it hard to believe that 46% of BKK's freelancers are HIV+ somehow. The rates are super high across the board, I wonder how much drug use and stuff contributes to this vs purely sex. Either way it's motivating me to get tested more often :s

It's hard to believe because it's almost definitely false. The people conducting these studies are incentivized to choose the highest risk groups, and even if they weren't then just thinking about it critically for a minute would show that there's a number of problems with these studies. About 50% were done with soliciting prostitutes to take a test, so who are the most likely prostitutes to actually agree to this? Girls who want a free test because they know they've been doing some high risk ****.

The BKK one in particular has already been filtered for a high risk group because they were asking people at STI clinics to take the test. If BKK is at all like the other places I've been to in the rest of SEA then most girls aren't going to the STI clinic unless they are showing symptoms or they are panicking because they just did something really high risk.

From my own experience (n=1) just about anyone should be able to get a pro with significantly lower chances of having HIV than what these studies suggest. In Philippines, for example, most pros any foreigner is having sex with will not have sex with Filipinos, which instantly cuts down their rate of HIV by a ton.

Hey boliver, you got any stats on herpes?

Hey coinflipper, is that you Gabe ?

Boliver - can't hate on the Spice Girls at all. I had a Spice Girls CD when I was younger, and once my parents walked in on me with my headphones on singing loudly to "Wannabe." Phnom Penh was rather lecherous, and I'm hoping the statistics are on my side this time.

All those stats seem super high, as I'm the ultimate hypochondriac and have been reading every goddamn HIV report issued since I was a baby.

I won't get into too much detail at the moment, because the wound is still fresh, but I returned to Raw Dog City for a re-inauguration. I'm sure I'll tackle it in the next few weeks or so though.

Sitting at this great little cafe at the moment, having myself a nice little iced Vietnamese milk coffee, and planning out the next few months. Great thing is I don't have to leave for the next three, as my visa is all set until then now.

I figured I'd get back into the story grind, so below are five story titles (keeping them relatively vague). Once one of them gets three votes for it, I'll type it up.

1. The Dirtiest of Dicks
2. Chinese Medicined Off My Face
3. Jailbait???
4. 18 Sauna Weekend (Penis Check, Ten Hut!)
5. Iris

Be grand everyone,

-Big Body

P.S. I ****ing hate Christmas music.