A pooner's mind-boggling memoir...Happen to know of any others like it?

[tantalizeme]

Consuming erotic non-fiction is one of my healthier addictions. But I don't care for made-up stories, concocted by some author with a boring life.

I only like authentic reports—especially those that describe erotic adventures in exotic places. Pooning abroad is perhaps the only real chance most Western men have to enjoy their sexuality fully.

There're quite a few websites that feature international "monger reports." Yet the genre of monger diaries or monger memoirs seems almost entirely neglected, and understandably so.

Most traveling mongers aren't the writing type. Usually they're far too preoccupied to accomplish extended literary feats, or they find words woefully feeble in expressing the richness of their experience.

Add to that the fact that most Internet readers ignore long blocks of text, and the entrenched prejudice that exists toward the mongering lifestyle—as well as the predictable criticism that a monger diary is just an extended ego trip. No wonder, then, that monger autobiographies are hard to come by.

But I've come across two exceptions. One is Thommo's amazing collection of "Escape" diaries at www.whorist.com.

The other, which I recently discovered, is a serialized manuscript entitled See How They Made Me: Memoirs of a Philippine Monger. http://www.asianescapades.com/news/category/columns/c-how-they-made-me/

Anybody knows of other pooner writings of similar quality? I'd sure love to hear about them.

 

[tantalizeme]

Why I enjoy Martin's amazing memoir

59 chapters of "Martin's" continuing memoir have been posted so far on the Asian Escapades site.

He's a New Zealander in his early 50s. He was planning to take a 1-week vacation in the Philippines 20 years ago, after getting laid off from a corporate job—and got totally hooked on the Philippine lifestyle.

First he spent his savings bumming around the Philippines. After ravishing his share of beauties, he ended up as a bar manager in Manila and Angeles, right at the source of never-ending erotic bliss.

Each instalment of Martin's memoir is a more or less self-contained escapade which, usually, ends on a note of light suspense. Initially I read just the most recent chapters. I was struck right away by the memoir's gritty realism, perceptive insight and pearls of humor.

Now I've printed out the whole thing (about 200 pages) and find myself spending joyous late-night hours at Tim Horton's devouring Martin's Philippine odyssey.

He's a gifted raconteur. His narrative just flows, even though his spelling and punctuation can be a little unorthodox. He knows how to paint with words and transport the reader into the situations he describes.

I love the courageous way his writing lingers over erotic encounters, which don't always have happy endings. The twists and turns of Martin's life story are dramatic enough that they could make a fabulous movie.

Though Martin's escapades sound incredible—especially to someone leading a pedestrian life in an erotic backwater like Vancouver—I've little doubt he stays close to the truth, with a few exaggerations here or there. He defies any facile stereotype of a "sex tourist" being an irresponsible, uncultured exploiter of needy 3rd-world women.

What keeps me spell-bound isn't just Martin's entertaining and seemingly effortless word craft, but the vista of possibilities he helps open up for my own life. His memoir certainly makes me feel I've missed the boat by not seeking out similar adventures earlier...but perhaps it's not too late?

 

[tantalizeme]

A few more thoughts sparked by Martin's memoir

No big onrush of suggestions here linking to similar pooner diaries or memoirs...But hey, judging from poll results, a few brothers actually share my enthusiasm for quality erotic non-fiction!
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In case you're wondering about the title of Martin's memoir, "See How They Made Me"...what's that supposed to mean?

At first, this title left me a little nonplussed too. Turns out, Filipina bargirls have their own lingo. One of Martin's Asian Escapades articles on "bar girl speak" explains that "See how you are!" is a common saying among bargirls. http://www.asianescapades.com/news/tag/filipina-bar-girls/page/4/

They use it to point out something about a guy's behavior that strikes them as slightly erratic or unexpected, or even just to fill time. The equally lighthearted reply Martin recommends is, "See how you made me!"

Martin's memoir is mostly about how Filipinas made or shaped him—so it's an excellent choice of title.
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I noticed tons of travel books in Chapters, but a total absence of an especially interesting sub-genre of travel writing: mongering stories. I guess, public prejudice against "sex tourism" makes the publication of a brilliant book like Martin's memoirs just too politically incorrect.

So you'd never know, given bookstore offerings, that certain countries are visited by millions of "sexual refugees": men trying to escape from the erotic wasteland of their home countries to greener pastures overseas.
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I'm glad, in a way, that I didn't discover the world's greenest erotic pasture earlier—because I'd probably have pulled out all stops. Mongering overseas would have become my obsession, at the cost of other accomplishments.

Life inevitably involves tradeoffs: no one can have it all. And eventually, I'd probably have gotten tired of endless wild romps with young hotties (though that's apparently not a problem for Martin).
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I've almost finished reading Martin's memoir. It's a tremendous inspiration for someone like me, and a goldmine of information. A lot of hard-earned lessons are documented here. Reading this manuscript is like getting an education about expat life in the Philippines, without having to brave years of drama and trauma.

The only other work I read with equal relish in recent years were about 10 years worth of Thommo's travel diaries. http://www.whorist.com/sex-diaries-thailand-philippines-list

There're differences and similarities between brother Thommo & brother Martin. Thommo spent only vacations in Asia while Martin settled in the Philippines. Thommo has a humor-laced telegraph style whereas Martin uses intricately eloquent sentences. Thommo rarely goes into the details of erotic encounters whereas Martin details sex scenes with obvious relish.

But the writings of both brothers are full of raw talent, refreshingly idiosyncratic, and perceptive about the human condition.

 

[tantalizeme]

My idea for this thread

Why not use this thread to post links to—or reviews of—interesting pooner writings I discover from time to time?

I've no illusions that my enthusiasm for this genre is widely shared. But perhaps I can steer the occasional brother toward literary gems like Thommo's diaries or Martin's memoir—just like "Hatrick's crapheap" directs us to interesting videos Hatrick comes across?
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Finally reached the end of the 59 chapters of "Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer"—which, incredibly, cover only brother Martin's first year in the Philippines! I suspect there's more in the member's section of Asian Escapades. I'm strongly tempted to fork out cash to join up, partly out of sheer gratitude for this terrific read.

Wonder what prompted Martin's autobiographical outpouring, in his early 50s. And his recall of details of what happened 19 years ago is just phenomenal. Or, perhaps like me, he kept a diary all along and is finally typing it out? But he never mentions such a diary.

What I like best about Martin's memoirs is the way he sustains a riproaringly sex-positive tone. He's also great at describing his feelings in the moment and showing strength in adversity. If Martin hadn't become a girlie bar manager, he'd have made a fine psychologist.

There's also lots of juicy, amusing dialogue. Here's a brief excerpt from Chapter 57 that gives the flavor of brother Martin's style:

That night we stayed in and the next morning found us up bright and early ready to make the trip down to Puerto Galera. Rosie and I gathered round the table for an early breakfast then made our way to the waiting taxi that the Mayfair guard had hailed us. The guard put my bags in the back of the taxi, but then when he went to grab Rosie’s bag she dropped her purse, and as it hit the ground with the contents spilling on the pavement, I noticed 2 pictures of some guy I had never seen before fall out of her wallet.

Feeling a little bemused I asked Rosie, “Who's that guy?” and she replied “That Ekie, my boyfriend”. “Wait a minute,” I answered, “I thought I was your boyfriend,” and with this Rosie looked at me stony faced and replied, “Ekie number 1 boyfriend Martin number 3”.

For a moment I was gob struck until the taxi driver asked me, "Sir, where we go now?" and it dawned on me that I didn’t want to go anywhere, and probably neither did Rosie. “Tell you what, driver," I said, “get my bags out the back because I have an emergency and I will give you some money to say thank you for your help”. He looked at me with a vacant look so I said, “Trip no more”. With that I got out of the car, unloaded my bags, slipped the guy 100 piso and thanked him profusely as I headed back to the Mayfair hotel.

I walked briskly into the Mayfair, booked another room and then went straight in there locking the door behind me. I was expecting Rosie to come knocking on the door but after 15 minutes it became blatantly obvious that this wasn’t going to happen and I was once again alone.

I never saw Rosie again, which honestly is something I reacted to with mixed emotions. On the one hand she was my friend and I had grown accustomed to having her around, on the other hand I saw Rosies departure as the beginning of my freedom. I had originally come to the Philippines to be with as many girls as I could and now that Rosie was gone I was free to restart my mission in earnest.

So ends Martin's turbulent half-year relationship with bargirl Rosie.

I see a bit of a kindred spirit in brother Martin. Like me, he loves life and he loves sex (two attitudes that usually go hand-in-hand). And like him, I try to savour adventure and stay in good cheer in the face of setbacks.

I've not only derived insight and entertainment from Martin's memoir—it's also saving me money! It has reduced my felt need to go pooning while immersed in reading, and the money saved will definitely come in handy on my next trip.

 

[mimi]

I like historical true stories; I find it interesting to view the world as it was in another time, and compare it to our modern day attitudes. I read the book "A house is not a home" by Pearl Bailey, the most famous Madame of the early to mid 1900s, but it wouldn't suit you as it was not about detailed sex encounters, but the business itself, the personalities of the women and the clients, and the difficulties she faced running a business through an era filled with gangsters, prohibition, and crazy politicians...not at all like our modern experiences (wink)

I agree that the fictional stories are dull, stupid and sometimes too hilarious to be erotic....for example, would I really believe that a woman lays on a bed covered in whip cream waiting for a client to walk in the door? Pretty tough to find whip cream that wouldn't separate and run, or become riddled with botulism, unless the room was kept at refrigerator temperatures, and then the woman would probably get hypothermia...

 

[plumbcrawl]

The guy seems lucky not to be dying of AIDS try to find mention of a condom...