RIP Singto

05.04.2025 RIP Singto Adams Apple Club

I’m having trouble finding the right words. Please excuse this.

Today, our friend Sorasak Praphuetdi passed away. We, his family and friends are extremely sad. We’re sorry that we didn’t recognize the signals you sent and that we couldn’t help you in your time of need. May you now be in a place where you find peace and are very happy. Our thoughts and our hearts are with you and we will never forget you. R.I.P.

I have one request for our little family: If one day you find yourself in a situation where you can’t get out of it, please talk to each other. There’s a solution for everything. Please be more attentive, and if you see signs of despair and hopelessness in someone, speak to them and listen to their worries and needs.

May our God give us the strength and confidence to stand by each other and help each other, especially in difficult times. God bless all of you.

Night was falling fast as I pulled into the once-bustling Santitham area to the north of the city. Pleasantly surprised, I found myself slipping into a parking spot right in front of my destination – Adam’s Apple.

The last time I was at Adam’s Apple was at a pre-pandemic Hen’s Night. A group of rowdy women descended onto the go go gay bar for a thrilling and titillating show, as we giggled and groaned at the risqué performances and skantily- if at all-clad young men, while trying to find somewhere safe to slip our 100 baht notes onto their near-nude svelte bodies.

It was a guilty pleasure I had occasionally indulged in with my gay and girl friends over the years on special occasions. Living in our small city, I have also known the various owners of Adam’s Apple for decades, often interviewing them on topics from sex workers rights to migrant and LGBTQ issues , as well as having been grateful for their support of Citylife’s charity drives over the years, which has often been most generous.