These are my thoughts and experiences as female Muay Thai fighter, covering as much of the sport and art from my vantage point as I can: techniques, issues of gender, sak yant, everything as I evolve as a fighter and a person.
I’ve been living here in Thailand for three years, and because I’ve made a commitment to blogging and reporting my experiences continually online, getting and staying online is a big deal. Add to this that my husband is employed through and works with clients via the Internet, so reliable and consistent internet is a priority. So, here are a few things we’ve discovered. It took us several months before we finally got much of it down as the difference in how phone plans and providers work out here can be confusing, so this may help you speed that process up.
“I Want to fight here like I want to breathe” Below is a screen shot of a message I sent my husband after I filmed a bit of the incredible action from Rajadamnern, my very first visit to the stadium despite having lived in Thailand for nearly 3 years. It’s my husband’s way to prod me to share more of what I’m experiencing, so I do forget. This message pretty much sums up how incredible an experience it was for me. I cannot fight here, nor at Lumpinee, nor Channel 7 studios and neither can any other female fighter; but
(above) parts 1 and 2, full video March 8, 2015 – Khorat, Thailand This fight is dedicated to the Golden Horse Monastery, to all the people who have supported me in all different ways, and especially to Master K – who gave me my Muay Thai heart. Kevin, Robyn, Jai Dee and I get out of the car and start walking toward the entrance to the temple festival. The bright neon rods of light cast a cold light over the walkway and indicate the path forward. “Be prepared to be the only non-Thais here,” I say to Robyn and she
A little behind the scenes, what arriving at the festival fight was like in Thailand. Dean Taylor was there before us. He’s shooting a female Muay Thai documentary Scars we Choose. It took us about 20 minutes of walking around and around before we finally found were my gym and corner was, despite the fact that the fights were only in a small area. My friend Robyn just happened to be visiting, such good fortune to have her with me.
y stitch count stands at 51 stitches, most of which are in my face. When looking in a mirror, I can see about five vertical lines along my hairline and forehead. I love them. I haven’t always, but I do now – they’re part of my story and in the context of what I love, where my heart has taken me, they’re something I have pride in. The other day I imagined what it would be like to go back to the US and work the job I had before, which was bartending. It’s a very image-conscious occupation and it
Part of my 100 fights in Thailand goal was to fight more than any other westerner, male or female – there remains at least one male who has fought more. To say that I fought more than other people, or more frequently, is not to say that I am better. “Better” is only a tool we use in the ring to create change… to get better. Rather, the goal to fight more was in the heart of saying: I’ve experienced these things, I put the line here and I invite you to experience these things and move the line, or
Here’s a little clip from my 99th fight in Thailand, as I exited the ring streaming with blood. The announcer impromptu approached me for an interview for the crowd, not something he had done all night. My first time speaking Thai on a microphone. I was mostly worried about spitting blood onto his clean white shirt. Then I went over to the edge of a field and got my 7 stitches. You can read about the whole fight experience here: My 108th fight vs Gaewdaa Por. Muangpet
February 22, 2015 – Chacheroensao, Thailand – above is part 1 of the fight, below part 2 I’m sweating underneath our fleece-ish polyester Spiderman blanket. It’s draped over me from my shoulders and covering my body and most of the chair I’m sitting in. Over my head and face is a medical cloth – green – with a hole cut in the center of it to expose just the minimal area for the doctor hovering over me to stitch up my forehead. I’m completely covered except for this small area where the stitches are being done because the mosquitoes are