Welcome to Thailand: Finding the G-Spot
The G-spot in Bangkok is exactly where it’s supposed to be. “Kind of up high and in the back,” as one sex tourist put it.
BANGKOK, Thailand — "Where's the G-spot?"
It’s a question you hear in one of Bangkok’s red light districts (yes, there are several), where storefronts with names like Naughty Girls, Lollipop, Las Vegas and Spankey’s, also known as “You spank me, I spank you" dot the landscape.
And, then, tucked in the back on the second floor and marked properly for those who need explicit directions, there it lies: the G-SPOT, the biggest strip show in business.
Perhaps we need a quick crash course on the G-spot here. The anatomical one, I mean.
Previously known as the Gräfenberg Spot, named after a German gynecologist named Ernst Gräfenberg, the G-spot is a female erogenous zone typically located one to three inches up the anterior vaginal wall between the vaginal opening and the urethra. (Thank you, Wikipedia, for everything you do to spread the wisdom.)
The G-spot is widely believed to be responsible for some of the most powerful female orgasms. Finding the little bean-shaped area is something magazines for men have dedicated many a page to, often with no tangible results. The recent article on msn.com titled "Is the G-spot real? Scientist can't find it" is a case in point.
Here in Bangkok, things don’t exactly revolve around the G-spot, as much as sex permeates the air.
Most sex tourists who come here look like they don’t know — or don’t care — what the G-spot is, let alone where it might be located. They're, of course, looking after their own pleasure.
Isn't the denial of the importance of the G-spot the whole point of sex tourism?
Why would anyone name a sex club the G-spot, anyway?
Bangkok isn't the only place in the world with a G-Spot strip club. In fact, it's one of the more common names for this kind of venue. G-Spot can be found in Portland, Vancouver, LA, Surrey, and plenty other places.
To be fair, though, occasionally, there are those who look almost happy to have stumbled upon it. Almost. Take this conversation from Bangkok’s Nana sex district, around 1 a.m. last night:
“Look, mate, here it is!“ says Jon, a tourist from New Zealand, pointing at the G-Spot neon sign.
“I always knew it was up kind of up high and in the back. But, honestly, I could never be bothered.”
Round of laughter.
The G-jokes went on, too.
“You know how you find the G-spot?” he said.
Group collectively shakes head.
“Who cares,” Jon said.
They burst into laughter as they disappeared into Cascade's, a sex club known for its beautiful “lady boys.”
No G-spots there, that‘s for sure.