As for me, I'm thinking...is it my imagination or there are now more transgender walking the streets of Bangkok? Perhaps, this goes with a more progressive world or it is because having your penis removed is now as simple as going to a salon here in this city?
But showed up he did and allowed himself to be dragged all the way to this city, lending honour to the jam-packed exhibit opening, which is another story for another day.
Sonny saw things I didn't see: birds huddled in twisted branches; she-men and a stranger's foot in the sprawling grassy park, the signs and silhouettes, the puddles of water with the reflection of the Bangkok sky; all these and more. Indeed, there's a whole plethora of things I almost missed.
He refused to take the escalator on the way to the hulking white mall and laughed at me when I insisted the stairs might be too much for him.
We spent hours in the bookstore and I would have dragged him for more shopping but I found myself really tired. The man, more than twenty years my senior, wasn't done. He went chasing a vendor with a Vietnamese style conical hat and a rickety food cart -- perhaps this would make a good photograph -- and they both disappeared in a narrow alley filled with street food.