The latest and greatest related to the gogo scene.
Hey folks, it’s Frowback Friday again. This blog was previously posted to Bangkoknites and today it’s being given a new home. If you haven’t read it before, Seven hopes you enjoy it: “I know what you’re thinking. A bar girl is someone you cheat with, not on. But that’s because you’re not me. Seven only…
What does it say about me that I waited until my late 40s to try cocaine for the first time? And that I did so in a Bangkok gogo bar? Could it be a red flag, a warning sign, a harbinger of an inevitable downward spiral decorated here and there by random panties, bras, and…
Hello all, it’s Seven, and it’s also Frowback Friday. This is part 3 of my “Confessions of a Red-Light Addict” series. It was previously published on Bangkok Nights, and/or my Tumblr, and I submit it here and now for your enjoyment: “It’s 7:40 on a Monday night. It’s pissing down rain. I’m having an argument…
Hey folks, it’s your man Seven again. I’m going to call this larger series (reposting old articles from bkknites.com and my Tumblr) “Frowback Fridays” since–well–they’ll be coming out each Friday, and I like alliteration. Here’s part two of the “red-light addict” series. Hope you enjoy… For addicts, step one is admitting you have a problem….
Well hello, Internet. I’m Seven. Just a good old boy living the expat dream here in The City of Angels in The Land of Smiles–Bangkok, Thailand. The post I originally wrote for today has to be put on hold while I fact-check a couple things, so in its place, I offer the following. It was…
What up homies, I’m Seven. Just livin’ the red-light dream here in Thailand, aka the greatest country in the world. If you can’t get here for whatever reason, feel free to live vicariously through me. Lately I’ve had gogo dancers on my mind. OK let’s talk real—gogo dancers are always on my mind. But recently…
When Electric Blue closed in Patpong and became The Steakhouse Co., it sent shockwaves through the red-light. Girls who had danced there for years were suddenly cast into the sea, as it were, to sink or swim. Most went only as far as a lazy bar girl would—to one of the nearby gogos like Black…
As a seasoned gogo aficionado, I’m granting my buddy’s request to offer some advice to those readers who A—are planning to visit and want a head’s up before hitting the tarmac, or B—have already been gogoing and weren’t happy with the outcome. In summation for the latter, you did it wrong. But I’m here to…