Customers enter the main clubroom through a green, leafy curtain. A large stage dominates the room, encircling a huge tree with thick branches that erupt outwards above the seating area and the bar at the far side. Boys gyrate to jungle rhythms (African, Caribbean, South American) onstage. Small green numbered bracelets grace an ankle, wrist or neck--boy's choice. Their attire is simple. A large fig leaf covers their genital area. Behind, a slender fern barely hides the lure of the mysterious cleft. The side and back walls of the club display full murals of lions, tigers, elephants and serpents--all peering out from a jungle of leafy vegetation in planters. The whole room is heady with oxygen.

    A mamassan, dressed in tribal regalia (feathers and faux leopard skin) seats the visitors as they gape about them. The farang and Japanese tourists fall back into the phony fur draped seats and watch the barely dressed boys--some wearing necklaces of animal's teeth--rotate past them on the stage. A visual feast.

    Finally, the customers become aware of movement above them.  Looking up, each is surprised to see more boys lounging on the overhanging branches, some which dip to only a few feet above their heads. (An almost invisible safety net protects the hosts from falling to the floor). The view for customers is stupendous as it is evident that nothing is being worn beneath the boys' fig leaves. Happily, they lift their leaves and flaunt their ferns, to better display their wares. There is something, or someone, for everyone here. Come off the streets, it is a jungle in here!

    Another hallway leads to the Waterfall Room. This is a smaller area, fitted with a sandy beach facing a pool. Overhead, parrots and macaws flitter happily about in a wall- to- wall cage. Customers and their hosts recline on foam rubber "logs", protected from the sand by long, luxurious towels. The deep pool is fed by a cascade pouring from the jungle above. At various times, Jungle Boys leap from the cliff above (the ceiling of this room extends up another story) into the water. After frolicking in the froth they emerge and ask lucky customers to help them dry off.

    My fantasy building is 5 stories high. Level 2 has three short time air- conditioned rooms, each with a double bed. A shelf holds a stack of bottom fitted sheets and a stack of pillow cases. Each boy is instructed that at the end of the tryst, he is to change the sheet and pillow cases for the next customer, then join his "friend" downstairs, if the friend so wishes.  The floor also contains two shower rooms with "real" showers, not the hand-held kind.

    Levels 3 and 4 contain the air-conditioned (controlled centrally) rooms for the boys who live in the club. They stay two to a room and the quarters are fitted with a locker for each boy. Level 3 also contains 2 study carrels with Thai/English tapes & sets of headphones, for those who want to learn. Two teachers are on retainer and will help any boys who wish complete their primary or secondary education. At the least, we want them to be able to read and compute math. For boys who complete one full year in the club, the owners will pay their bus or train fare for a trip back home to visit, or to stay if they wish. At all times, our policy is that if boys wish to pursue a trade or college, scholarships to schools or universities will be made available. There will be a health plan and all staff will be instructed in hygiene and safety.

    The 5th floor is a recreational area with garden and 10-person Jacuzzi. During the day, the boys have personal free use of the pool until 4 p.m. From 4 to 6, customers can reserve the facility for a nominal fee to spend time there alone with a boy or two. A cushioned area is available beside the Jacuzzi for "events." The area is cleaned at 6:30 p.m. each night, then opened for the evenings. Again, for a nominal fee, customers may take their boys up there before or after their tryst, however this time it is not private and several customers may be there with their hosts. Still, a good time will be had by all.

   High concept, high fantasy. It'll never happen in my lifetime, but, one can dream, can't he?

  Last updated: January 28, 2000.