Thailand

An upstart Thai airline recently revealed that it had begun hiring “third sex” staff. By third sex, the airline means trannies. Pre-op, post-op, they don’t appear all that fussed; apparently they’re an inconclusive mob over there at PC Air.

A win for the rights of transgender and transsexual people the world over? Hmm. I’m 30. Not so young, but certainly so, so cynical.

I’m guessing that the airline name comes from the initials of the founder, Peter Chan, although in the West, PC has connotations centred on computers. And politics. The later, no doubt, underpins the temptation to rejoice.

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I’m sitting in a bar, watching the punters. One guy’s scrawny neck is poking out of a cheap rip-off Manchester United top. He’s tried to prop up his wispy hair with too much product, and his eyes bulge so he looks vaguely alarmed.

He stinks of body odour and beer. His mate has womanly, swaying hips and a soft face that melts into multiple chins. His pants are too high and his lips are big and wet.

It’s a busy bar, and every time a woman walks past, these men make a grab for them. For their bums, or their boobs. They drape their arms around the woman who brings them more beer. They leer.

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