In Thailand Not Gay

There's a fighter at the camp from Northern England who is on track to have a professional fight career. This requires him to have a lot of private sessions and the best trainer. Being the best trainer means that you're most likely the baddest assed dude in the camp. After one of the sessions, the scary bad ass trainer started to rub the Northern England fighter's legs and worked higher and higher until the trainer's hands were in the fighter's shorts.

The fighter from Northern England never wastes a word and has a deliberately slow way of talking. The Thai trainer speaks quickly, almost as if he'll forget what he's trying to say if the words don't spill from his mouth quickly enough. A dialogue witnessed:

English Fighter: No.
Bad Ass Trainer: [keeps rubbing fighter's upper thighs]
English Fighter: No. That's gay.
Bad Ass Trainer: Ha ha. No. In Thailand not gay.
English Fighter: Yes. Yes it is gay.
Bad Ass Trainer: Ha ha. [keeps rubbing fighter's upper thighs under his shorts]
English Fighter: [quietly acquiesces but is visibly displeased]

So now anytime something suspiciously gay happens (which isn't uncommon on the grounds of a predominantly male camp where short shorts, no shirts, grappling, and Shania Twain music is ubiquitous), we all say, "No. No. In Thailand, not gay."

Yeah--the trainers are kind of affectionate and touchy. But they also have had hundreds of professional fights--so they have earned the right to be affectionate.

"...not that there's anything wrong with that."