Sunday, November 15, 2015

Goodbye, Blogspot

It has been a long time coming, but I am finally leaving this platform behind, and trying my hand at having my own real blog. Although it has been swell, it is going to be a lot nicer learning WordPress, having control over my own domain, and moving up in the blogging world.

Just to let you know, I will be moving some of my articles from here to my new blog, which can be found at General Quarters. JavaScript redirects will move you to the content that could previously be found on this blog as I transfer the articles over.

Link to my new blog

I hope to see you there soon!

Oh yeah, and my book is out to. Pick up your copy for Kindle here.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

The Duality of a Man

The Duality of Man - Full Metal Jacket Reference

I really do not like going on and on about myself in blog posts or other content that I create. I prefer to write about things that may help people, or at least commentary on different occurrences or patterns. However, I am probably the subject that I know the most about, and I will attempt to analyze one crucial aspect of my existence on this Earth. Hopefully, this analysis will be of some value to some of you readers.

I am a heterosexual Black man with Yellow Fever, as we have discussed time and time again. I am only attracted to Japanese (not Okinawan), Taiwanese, and Korean (with the occasional Vietnamese) 6/10 or better, weighing under 130 pounds (58.967 kg). Those that do not meet these criteria are not on my radar, regardless of how many Brothas tell me that I should "try Filipinas or Brazillians mayne".

Korean Bagel Soo
I like what I like, unfortunately, she does too and it ain't me.

Of course, I understand that not many women that meet my criteria would choose me, given that I am a Black man. In fact, it is this reality that was the primarily catalyst to my becoming more racially aware. Becoming more racially aware, acknowledging my position in the world as a Black man, and cross-referencing this reality with other information that I have ingested (from so-called "redpill" blogs and forums, to personal development books, to philosophical books, and so on) has led me to believe that complete racial separation of Black people from non-Blacks would be the best solution to our problems, and mutual inability to coexist peacefully and freely.

This leads to an internal conflict. Do I pursue my desires, and likely end up losing, or do I devote myself to the service of my race and live a life of misery, with celibacy or companionship with women that I am not attracted to? Given that I am really only against the current system of racial hierarchy since it prevents Black men from pursuing our goals and our pleasures, it would almost be self-defeating to do so, although it would be in the better interests of my race.

On an individual level, I cannot live a life deprived of pleasure, but given my race in this system, this will likely be the outcome either way. The internal conflict rages on, and I am unable to commit myself fully to either side. Thus, I seem wishy-washy. I say and do things that are contradictory, such as tweeting about how Black men should not waste time pursuing relationships with members of other races, while moments later showing my dick on WeChat to a topless Chinese woman, telling her how I am going to cover her face with my seed when I return to her country.

I have come to the realization that for the betterment of the Black race, people like me are going to have to be written off or liquidated eventually. Either our "overlords" of other races are going to do us in, or we are going to be left behind if and when Black people finally decide to have our own as a collective. Our exposure to and dealings with other races may be useful temporarily, and occasionally, some of us may get a pat on the head or better yet some head from a non-Black woman (let us hope that she is not one of the grotesque ones that Black men are generally relegated to), but in the end, Black people that feel the need to integrate in any way are likely going to go the way of the dodo. The only outcome of integration for the Black man is "Triple D's" - Disappointment, Depression, and Death.

Malcolm X Racial Separation

I am what I am. I have no shame in wanting what I want and going for it. The only shame, in my opinion, is that it is nigh impossible to attain. I made my bed, so I will have to lie on it. Hopefully, before I depart this plane of existence, a few more Northeast Asians that are to my liking will share it with me. Beyond that, at the very least, I hope that some of my philosophical tidbits can provide some measure of value to Black folks that wish to truly forge their own destinies.

My advice for Black men is to give up all hope of integration, and strive to build your own with your own. If you are like me and do not see yourself living the life that you desire under these circumstances, then try to get what you want without completely selling yourself or your people out, but prepare yourself to live a life of misery, then die.

My book should be out by the end of this year. Be on the lookout for it. The link will be added once it is up and published.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Brony Weirdo Taxman Has a Point (Kind Of)

One of the YouTube users that I have been watching as of late is yourFriendtheTaxman. While not entirely educational, at least not in the fields that I am trying to dig into, his rants are often entertaining, in a "lulzy" sort of way. Essentially, Taxman is a racialist (as a surprising number of online nerds and weebs are) and a Brony that has become disillusioned with the madness of the real world, and believes that he will develop a portal into the My Little Pony world of Equestria.

In one of Taxman's latest videos (embedded below), he discusses themes from Don Quioxte de la Mancha (a classic that I will have to get around to reading one day, by the way), and focuses on how the titular character was happier when he was realizing his dreams of being a knight after years of taking on his responsibilities as a landowner. This boils down to one realizing their dreams rather than doing what society tells them to do and fitting the mainstream mold of success. 

Of course, in Taxman's mind, like in the minds of many other gamer geeks, online nerds, and other basement-dwelling types, this means escaping to the worlds of anime, cartoon bestiality, and vidya. I have firsthand experience with this since my specific attraction to Japanese women (as opposed to my general attraction to Northeast Asian women that I harbor today) was at one stage partially influenced by my childhood obsession with the Evangelion character Misato Katsuragi. I have also at one point in my life, embraced the L337 (or rather, NEET) gamer lifestyle, believing that there was no point to pursuing anything in real life, since I would always be rejected (in my mind). I cannot agree with this method of living, since it is just as empty as desperately seeking the approval of mainstream society and casting off our real dreams. At least in my case, gaming was a form of escapism from the real world, just as drugs are for dope fiends.

Misato Katsuragi Anime Hottie

I do agree with Taxman's point of pursuing our dreams and defining success for ourselves, however. There must be a balance, and we must adhere to reality, of course. We will have pitfalls. We will have obstacles. We may have to take jobs that we don't want to work in order to eat before our big business, record deal, or whatever takes off, but ultimately, if our dreams are attainable, we should not give up on them for the sake of others that will bring nothing into our lives. If anything kills our dreams, it should be us, if we decide that we want to dream of something else.

The powers that be on both sides of the political aisle tend to have it against the heterosexual Black man. Whether it is the SJW that labels masculinity as "problematic", or the White supremacist that wishes to stifle Black masculinity to keep the playing field under his rule, both sides would rather people like me work under them, pay taxes, maybe hook up with an unattractive female (or tranny), and die, accomplishing few if any of my goals, and working to prop up their systems (for those that do not outright want me to be incarcerated or annihilated). It would not behoove me to march in line with either side, or take on their definitions of success for myself (which if followed, would likely bring them success and only misery to myself).

Keep after your dreams. Sometimes, we may have to take a break, and sometimes, the harsh reality is that our dreams will never come to pass, but you owe it to yourself to continue pursuing them (assuming that they are possible and somewhat based in reality, of course). To work, die, and get no pleasure out of life could be likened to slavery, and is mere existence, not life, at least in my opinion. China, here I come.

Speaking of accomplishing dreams, be on the lookout for my eBook, coming when it comes like Duke Nukem Forever did (but likely in December).

Friday, July 17, 2015

Chinese Women vs. Japanese Women: On Money

It is often said that money cannot buy love, but is this really the case, especially in Japan and China? Asian women are often stereotyped as being some of the worst gold diggers on the planet. Based on some of the stories that I have heard, I would think that Asian women can indeed be gold digging, or at least status digging (ask any White boy that travels to Asian with only the shirt on his back) but this characteristic can be found in just about any race. In my personal experience, Asian women have not been particularly gold digging (maybe that would change if I married one of the women that I dated; things often change once the ring is on the finger). In this post, I will talk about the issue of money when dating Japanese and Chinese women from my anecdotal experience.

Yen Yuan Symbol

Japanese Girls:

Japanese girls that I dated did not seem to make a big deal about money, whether they were on the lower or higher end of the economic standing (well, middle class, at least; I've never dated a super rich girl, although I did date one that ran a juku). On the other hand, I did encounter "Eigo bandits", girls that would date me just to learn English and get a meal, and then would never be heard from again.

Chinese Girls:

Chinese girls get a bad rep for being the biggest gold diggers on the planet, with money being the god of their country. There does seem to be some truth to this, but in my experience, I did not encounter any gold diggers. I was told by a good friend of mine that Chinese girls expect men to pay on dates, but I have had Chinese women pay for me, or we'd take turns paying for things. Sometimes, it seemed as if Chinese women were making an initial investment though, with the expectation that yours truly would be paying them off in the future like a 401K. Let's just say that the taxing [of that ass] was not deferred. Chinese women also seemed to have more respect for money and my time, and would have the courtesy of at least paying for dinner when it came to "English meetups". Perhaps things would be different if I went to Shanghai and dealt with the "princess syndrome" women that the city is known for.

Gold Digger Meme

While I did not encounter any gold diggers, I did not come off as if I was a hobo. Being dressed relatively well may have put the thought in their minds that I at least have some money. Also, the fact that money didn't seem all-important does not mean that Asian women are seeking broke dudes, especially not broke Black dudes. By all means make, invest, and save your money, but don't do it just to let a woman (of any race) take it all.

Monday, July 13, 2015

RE: An Open Letter to Japanese People from Black Men (日本人の皆んなさんへの黒人からの手紙) - Part 2

This is the second part of my responses to the thirty-six points made in the Open Letter to Japanese People from Black Men. This post will address the remaining issues starting at issue thirteen. If you would like to read my responses to issues one to twelve, you can find them at this link.

13. I've gotten this sometimes. I've even had a microphone shoved in my face when the rap portion of a song came on at a KTV in China. If I wanted to be a smartass (or knew that the person was joking), I'd simply ask them if they can perform martial arts or some other Asian stereotype. However, if you can rap, by all means take full advantage of it.

14.See above.

15. Personally, I'm not the best dancer, but I can move freely to the beat of music, which must have been very impressive in the Xi'an clubs where most people were only swaying or doing a kind of line dance over and over and over. I do not mind getting accolades, free drinks, and female companionship over doing some basic moves at all.

16. Being fetishized is a problem if you are seeking a serious relationship, but if my Black skin and stereotypes that come with it make women fetishize me and want me for one night, I won't complain. Also, if the fetish can be used to one's advantage (getting hired for a job, modeling, getting laid, etc.), then I can see how it can be an issue, but it is something that should be utilized for its benefits.

17. You are correct. Just as Japan isn't all anime, samurai, and video games, Black people are not all rappers, basketball players, and so forth. It is on us to show this to the world though, and on us in some cases not to pigeonhole ourselves.

Japanese Black Stereotypes

18. I agree with this. I'd be a liar if I said that I have never used the word "nigga", but it is a word that I prefer not to be used. If one insists on saying it, then I'd turn around and call them their respective racial slur as a "term of endearment". As a side note, it is going to be hard to stop the Chinese from using the word though; every other word out of a Chinese person's mouth is "那个".

19. This is true. In all honesty, it works both ways. There are Taiwanese people that I've met in Mainland, Mainlanders that I've met in Taiwan, Japanese that I've met in Hong Kong, Koreans that I've met in Japan, and so on.

20. I agree. There are a few Asian women that have a thing for Black men, and they often complain about not having a big enough butt, and one that I know that keeps eating and gets fatter and fatter since Black men like big butts in her idea (either that or she's just a lazy fat chick and goes for Black men since Black men do seem to be quicker to go for fat chicks, are low-standing, etc.). Unfortunately, many Black men seem to chastise me for liking Northeast Asian women since "they ain't got no azz mayne". If they only knew. As I've stated many times before, I prefer slim, petite Asian women with "refined curves", as can be found en masse in southern China and Taiwan. Proportions and face matter too, not just sheer size and not just the rump.

Fine Korean Girls

21. I agree with this, but once again, we are going to have to have more control over our image (and maybe even the image of others as they have done to us for years).

22. Agreed.

23. I don't think that Asians assume that all Black people are heterosexual. The gay agenda and Western media seem to be pushing homosexuality more on Black people than any other group, and Asians, along with the rest of the world, take this in. I have heard numerous stories of Black men not having the time of day with Asian women, but getting hit on by dudes. I disagree with this one; it would be great if strong, heterosexual male imagery were projected of Black men worldwide.

24. This goes along with number 23 and number 20, to a degree. I for one enjoy sex, and I am not ashamed to do so. However, I am not hypersexual to the point where I'll bang the ugly chicks, fat chicks, or bang anything to the point that I'd do gay shit. I enjoy sex, but I have standards and I'm only into women. Also, given how much sex goes on in Asia between super-duper White guys, local Asians, and so on, I see no problem with Black men getting ours too.

25. I agree.

26. I agree.

27. This has never happened to me, but it wouldn't be appreciated. That's pretty gay if you ask me.

28. Sadly, not all Black men have big ones (not to say that I'm Mandingo).

29. I personally do not mind dating girls that just want to try something new, but I just wouldn't take the relationship so seriously. A relationship cannot strive on a fetish or on novelty alone, but a few hours of physical lust can be enjoyed with these things as a basis. It can work both ways too.

30. This is true.

31 & 32. Right, not all Black people use these slang terms or listen to certain genres of music, for that matter. Once again, we are going to have to have control of our image so as not to be pigeonholed.

33. This is correct, just as not all Asians look alike, contrary to the beliefs of some.

34. That is correct. Most Asians and non-Blacks that dress up in urban styles these days don't seem to want to connect with Black people though, but just want to enjoy the fashion. Also, a Black person can spend decades in a country, learn the language, and they will still be a foreigner (gaijin or laowai) on top of being Black (kokujin or heiren), with the pros and cons that come with it, of course. I'll let Paul Mooney do the talking here:

paul mooney truth

35. Yes, I agree with this. Maybe we ought to do the same in retribution when they are on our turf?

36. I can see how this can be upsetting, especially on a bad day, but it can be used to one's advantage. I don't mind being referred to and treated as a cream-filled chocolate by some of the local ladies, if you catch my drift.

At the end of the day, these letters and what not don't mean diddly unless we have the power to either offer the Japanese (and other Asians and non-Blacks) incentives to modifying their behavior towards us, or punishments for not doing so. Unfortunately, we cannot realistically say that we can do much from the perspective of Black foreigners living in Asia at this time. It is great that this information is out there, although as you can see, I do have quite a few disagreements from the perspective of an unashamedly heterosexual and somewhat Machiavellian Black man.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

RE: An Open Letter to Japanese People from Black Men (日本人の皆んなさんへの黒人からの手紙) - Part 1

I recently came across a post on Loco in Yokohama, a long-running blog of a Black man living in Japan. This "open letter" from a Black man to Japanese people is rather interesting, and in it thirty-six points are made (I'm not going to copy the entire letter here, but here is the link for you to check it out). I will make my responses to each of the thirty-six points from my perspective as a Black man that has spent time in Japan (and China). The first twelve will be addressed in this post, and I'll get around to talking about the others later.

1. We are indeed people, not accessories. It goes both ways too. I personally don't mind dating a girl just because she wants to try something new, but I'd keep that in mind and not invest too much into the relationship if she's only dating for the novelty factor of being with a foreigner or Black man. I touch on this topic a bit in my previous post.

2. Very true. Do not get caught up by "Eigo bandits", girls in Japan that date foreigners for free English lessons. At the very least, make them pay for dinner or teach you some Japanese. I was caught up in this by a few Japanese girls, but in China, the girls at least had the courtesy to pay for my dinner, and some of them did end up going to bed with me.

3. This is indeed annoying, especially if you are having a bad day (and this goes double if your bad day is based on racial issues). However, this can sometimes be used to your advantage, so it isn't always a bad thing. I certainly don't mind being told that I look like Denzel Washington, for instance, especially when it's going to get me dinner or some püh. How many White dudes take advantage of being "handsome" like Brad Pitt? Yeah, I don't think that I mind being called Will Smith and treated like a C-list celebrity for a night.


4. This is true, but once again, it can go both ways. What gets under my skin is that they will often dislike Black people unless we can fit whatever entertainment stereotype they think about us.

5. As a man that works out to stay in shape, I have to agree with this one.

6. Being complimented for being Black is much better than the usual negatives, but I get your point to a degree. When this happened in China, it seemed to come with a little bit of backhanded jealousy ("It's easy to get a job teaching because you are a foreigner").

7. This never happened to me, but it certainly is foul that we are perceived as drug dealers. What's even worse is that many non-Black foreigners feel the same way (and likely help to permeate this image), and I have heard stories of White foreigners approaching Black foreigners that have nothing to do with the drug game for drugs.

8. That's true. I don't mind Asians or others being interested in Black cultures, but it is upsetting if and when they take said culture, profit off of it, then show utter disrespect to Black people (this goes for the Kid Rock types in the States too). Also, I am interested in Asian cultures, and just as I mentioned in point #2, there should be some type of exchange.

9. I don't particularly care for this, and it always seems like there is a knife behind the person's back when they do this. Still, they kiss White folks' asses with their tongue, so I might as well get my Black ass kissed? I'd much rather operate on the grounds of mutual respect though.

10. This would piss me off too. This never happened to me in Japan, but when it did in China and Taiwan, the people that touched me had the courtesy to ask first. Maybe we should start charging people to touch our hair? It would be a business idea that could put money in the pockets of all of the Black folks that are denied English-teaching positions.

Chinese touch Black boy's hair

11. All people should love themselves, I agree. No, this is not fat acceptance rhetoric, but people should strive to be in good shape and love themselves. It is certainly OK to admire others, but it isn't healthy to constantly put oneself down.

12. I certainly agree with this! I never really cared for the Japanese girls that "acted Black". Sure, if one is interested in and exposed to the culture, they may pick up elements of it (just as I like the Japanese language and was into anime at one time), but I'll pass on the "Ghetto Japulous" birds. Despite this fact, I still don't expect any Japanese girl that I might hook up with to necessarily be "my geisha fantasy".

So those are my responses to the first twelve points. I'll get to the remaining twenty-four in the next post (or two). Until next time, またね。

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Chinese Women vs. Japanese Women: Race and Objectification

Chinese Women vs. Japanese Women

As many of you may know, I am a Black American man, and I have spent time living in both Japan and China. The dating scenes in both countries are much different for Black men than they are for other races, as I have mentioned before, and I would like to talk about some generalities that I have noticed in both types of women. For this first post, I will be talking about race and objectification, on both ends of the relationship. Most of this is going to be based on my personal experiences, so others may or may not experience these same things.

Japanese Girls

Black men who have traveled to Asia often say that Japanese women like Black men. I would say that compared to other countries in the region, there are more Japanese women that fantasize about and actively seek out Black men as their first choice, but this is still a minority within a minority of women, and based on what I have been hearing, a dwindling minority.

I must also add that most Japanese girls that like Black men want a particular type of Black man. They tend to either want the stereotype from hip-hop videos, or they want a guy that looks like the Black men that most often appear on advertisements there: tall, cleanly-shaven head, and muscular. Granted, I had very little game and certainly did not have a physique that I could be proud of when I was in Japan (a trio of Japanese girls that I met at Hong Kong International seemed more receptive of me after my development), the way that some Black men talked about how it was easy made it seem like we were doing as well as white guys out there; this simply was and is not the case. I still say that it is the best place to find Northeast Asian women that specifically have a Black fetish, but most of those girls are not my style.

I was objectified as the "Black boyfriend" of some of the Japanese girls that I dated. I was treated almost like a new piece of clothing or jewelry that they would show off to their friends, on top of being a bestial living dildo and entertainer (the latter which I failed at).

Japanese Women and Black Men's Mutual Stereotyping

On the other hand, Japanese women would also play up to their stereotypes in a bid to turn me on (not talking about the hardcore "B-Style" girls that would try to act like Black stereotypes and coax that behavior out of me). Japanese girls that I have been with were indeed "ladies on the streets and freaks in the bed" that would squeal just like your favorite JAV star upon penetration. They also spoke Japanese during the act, and if I told them a few things in Japanese, it would drive them over the edge. They almost universally liked it fast, rough, and hard, and one of my buddies out there claims that he found plenty of girls that were into cosplaying with their high school uniforms, which they kept just for the occasion. One thing that I also found odd about Japanese women was that many of them wanted to be my first Japanese girl.

Chinese Girls

China is a harder nut to crack (or bust), and just being Black is more likely to be a turnoff than a turn-on for Chinese women. However, with adequate effort and a bit of luck, it is possible for a Black man to succeed with the local women. If you are targeting bigger cities, you may also find a few Black-fetishists, but the general population will likely be harder to click with due to the cosmopolitan image of whites and greater competition due to the higher number of foreigners. Most of the Chinese women that I dealt with probably did not go to bed with fantasies of Black men, but when we happened upon each other, they were intrigued by me (being an American and being able to teach them English and offer a green card in the back of their mind probably helped to be honest).

Chinese Tang Dynasty Woman

Given the exposure that China has had to Black people in the media, I'd guess that most Chinese girls that specifically like Black men would want a taller man that looks like he could play for the NBA in their eyes. However, some everyday Chinese girls were open to me (maybe they heard of Muggsy Bogues), and not fitting all Black stereotypes did not seem to be a negative out there at all. That is not to say that they don't have stereotypes (athletic, savage in the sack, and the ubiquitous big dick), but those along with speaking English and being an American citizen are things that are at least somewhat true of me, rather than stereotypical ideas of "swag" and what-have-you. This is one of the reasons why I have begun preferring Chinese women to Japanese women.

When dating and hooking up with Chinese women, yes, it was acknowledged that I was a Black man/foreigner, and that they were Chinese, but I was "Admiral", a person, at least to some of the girls. To others, I was just a living dildo, a guilty pleasure that they would dare not tell their friends about, unlike the Japanese girls that saw me as their new fashion accessory. I have also been their free English teacher, window to the world, and a specimen to be studied.

Chinese women did not play up their "Chinese-ness" for the most part during any part of the relationships, aside from usual things that might come up such as the cultural significance of an image, language, and other little tidbits of culture. When making love, they actually preferred to speak English if at all, and their moans did not sound like squeaking toys. I would say that compared to Japanese, Chinese women are more likely to be crass in public, but prudish in bed, that is unless you get them going or they really like you, then they can be freakier than Japanese (although easier to tire out, it seems). They would also tell me to go slow, and we would build up a tempo together rather than going straight to the hard-pumping action (that is not to say that I didn't put the ramma-jamma on those walls, or that there weren't Chinese girls that could slam themselves on my pelvis though). Ultimately, sex with Chinese women has been more passionate than with Japanese women, as odd as this may sound. Chinese women also seemed relieved when they found out that they were not my first Chinese sex partner, even if they hinted at exclusivity.

At the end of the day, races and cultures can be lumped together as groups, and there are many times where it may feel like you are dealing with clones, but individuals are indeed individuals, so your mileage may vary. 

Friday, May 22, 2015

Top 5 Strange (Potentially Life-Threatening) Behaviors from Chinese Girls

The recent news of an African student being attacked with his Chinese girlfriend has prompted me to reflect upon certain strange instances that I had with Chinese girls. Looking back, I probably could have ended up in a bad situation due to some of these girls, but I got lucky. I'd like to know if anything similar has happened to any of you guys reading this, and your interpretations of these behaviors.

5. Picture Time at Changsha-Nan

I ended up spending extra time in Changsha since I bought the wrong train ticket, but in retrospect, I am very happy that this mishap happened. The day that I thought that the train was supposed to leave was the day that I met one of the girls that made Changsha the best city for my adventures with the opposite sex in China. I noticed her staring at me, and I decided to stare back, as I was getting tired of being stared at. She came over and wanted to talk and take pictures with me, which was innocent enough in my mind. We consummated our short-term friendship by having a fling that night in a nearby hotel, naughty, but not exactly strange.

The strange part is that she posted some of the pictures that we took together on social media. Immediately, there were dozens of comments in the stream, some of them outright racist, and many of them overtly sexual, despite the fact that she did not post anything about us having sex. Either this shows the mindset of some people, or she does this often like The Weekend and her friends know her well. At any rate, given the stories that I have heard about foreigners (particularly Black ones) getting beaten and even killed over innocent pictures with Chinese girls makes me thankful that she deleted the photos.

Changsha-Nan Station

4. "Welcome to Xi'an"

One of the nightclubs that I visited a few times in Xi'an was Tian Que, which translates to "Heavenly Palace". The decor of the club was amazing, modeled after traditional Chinese architecture, but the clientele at the two-story establishment was not my cup of tea, and both nights that I went were sausage fests. Running my usual game of dancing and having fun, I met a fellow that invited me over to his table for drinks; I obliged having no qualm with free beer. His friends at the table consisted of about a dozen guys and two women, one a bit on the chubby side and the other decent-looking, but with dyed blonde hair and blue contacts. I was introduced to the girls first, and a really skinny, nerdy guy was introduced as the blonde girl's boyfriend.

The unnaturally blonde girl told me "Welcome to Xi'an" as a toast. She then started stroking my cheeks and took my face in both of her hands saying that she wanted to welcome me to Xi'an again and again. The boyfriend was getting visibly pissed, but the original "friend" that invited me to the table said that it was OK. A few minutes later, this original friend paid me 300 RMB to leave the club. It's no matter; I had received a proper welcome to Xi'an a week prior.

Tian Que in Xi'an

3. Getting an HJ Among Friends

As you may recall, I wrote about a girl dubbed "D^2" in a previous blog post that gave me a handjob in the club. The thing is, we were surrounded by her friends, and if any of those Chinese guys would have had a nationalist awakening, it would have been trouble given our compromised position.

2. Karaoke

One night I met a girl coming out of a club that really took a liking to me. She invited me to go to KTV with her and her friends. This night didn't end with any action for me, but I ended up meeting her boyfriend who was called to sing one song with us. This could have been a ruse, but at least I got to slow dance, sing a bit, and enjoy a night out on someone else's Mao. The boyfriend wasn't an intimidating guy, and in fact, he did not even hug, kiss, or sit close to his girlfriend. The greater danger was the group of thuggish-looking Chinese men eating barbecue outside that stared at me like they wanted to tear me apart since I had three Chinese girls walking with me.

1. A Proper Welcome to Xi'an

My first lay in Xi'an was one that could have gotten me into serious trouble. On my first night out looking for a club to go to, I actually found the club just minutes before closing. I did not get to partake in any of the activities (or lack thereof) in the club that night, but the "afterparty" held just outside of the entrance was far more festive. I met people that I would continuously run into, mainly at the clubs, during my stay in the city. One of these people was a petite, fashionable young lady that was dating one of the dancers at the club.

This young lady took an immediate interest in me, but it was not overtly sexual. This was totally understandable since some Chinese people tend to be interested in foreigners, and the younger ones are occasionally interested in Black people as well. However, when I told her that I was from America, she suddenly got the urge to hug me and proclaim her love for me. This angered her boyfriend, of course, who grabbed her and started pushing her to the ground. Each time the girl got up, she came over to hug me, and each time, the boyfriend grabbed her, accosted her, and threw her down, with their other friends acting as if nothing strange was happening at all.

Since I had heard about stories of foreigners trying to protect women getting beaten by hordes of Chinese men, I was not inclined to make a move to stop this. I simply gave the girl a look that conveyed "Hey, you're already dating, don't get yourself and me into trouble," and gave the guy a look to convey "Hey, I'm not trying to take your woman, check her! Take her home!" The boyfriend ended up storming off and taking a taxi home, leaving the girl alone with me. Since she did not have a place to stay, I brought her over and she gave me a proper welcome to Xi'an.

I ended up seeing this couple a few times, and they acted as if nothing happened, even inviting me to their table for drinks on occasion. Looking back at it, I am lucky that I did not catch an ass-whipping.

Has anything strange like this ever happened to any of you? I look forward to reading your comments.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Simp of the Year 2015 Nominee: Pratt, AKA 小Chief Keef

It's only March and we already have a nominee that looks like he might take the title of Simp of the Year 2015. A teen known as Pratt of Ohio flew 7,000 miles to China in order to meet his dream Chinese princess that he met online. He never ended up meeting her, got his phone blocked by her, was left heartbroken, and nearly died after getting drunk and falling into a river. Wow, and I thought that my episode with a Chinese woman was bad; this takes the cake!

Chief Keef Goes to China

As a Black man with Yellow Fever and experience living in China, this story resonates deeply with me. It is no secret that Chinese women don't really care for Brothers in general, and that China is a playground for just about any kind of guy but us (Chinese women are also playthings for any kind of guy but us in America too; shoutout to Miami), but the issues that this young man dealt with likely run much deeper than that. I will offer my analysis, as well as a few tips that can prevent you from ending up being a nominee for International Simp of the Year:

1. Social Isolation

Black men that are attracted to Northeast Asian women face social isolation, and thus may lack the experience to pick up on social cues or online trickery. Since we do not want to spend our time chasing White girls (typically of a chunky variety), Latinas, Sistas, etc. like most Black men seem to pursue (and in many cases, force you to pursue if you keep company with them), we lack the real-life friendship of other Black males that could coach us in some basics of the Game, or hell, just people that can hip us to some common sense. We do not associate with non-Black men since they're scoring all of the Chinese women when we cannot, and many do not want us around anyway. This leads to a life with little social interaction, so alarms that would go off in other people's heads do not ring in ours due to inexperience in the real world.

There is no hard solution to this issue, but getting out, even stepping out of the comfort zone in small doses would have helped this guy to at least get a bit of experience in dealing with social cues.

2. Oneitis

It seems that this guy became fixated on one Chinese girl. That can happen, especially if you come up in an area where there are few women that appeal to you, and in the case of race, knowing that few Chinese girls are going to be interested. However, given that he had some rudimentary knowledge of the Chinese language and made it all the way to China, I am sure that he could have made something happen with a passable Chinese lady if he had gone to a bigger city. I'm not a super-duper White guy or light-skinned prettyboy, but I had my share of cues and girls outright stopping me in the street to talk, take pictures, or whatever, with some of these encounters turning into lays. I am sure that he could have pulled something off given the right location and some time.

The trick here is to always be on the lookout for something new. When you are a Black man in China, you have to do this. Yes, you may have been told by prudish Chinese women that they want to find that one Prince Charming, or you may have something in your mind telling you to fight against the stereotypes that Black men are womanizers. I had the same mentality when I first went to Japan, and I probably missed out on a lot of fuckin' that I could have been doing. Black men, you're always going to be judged against in Asia (this entire world, actually), so you might as well at least get some poontang out of it, and the White guys and local Alphas that are the biggest womanizers out there in the Orient are still going strong having women paying for their own abortions only to get passed around by the same dudes a week later. As I have said in a previous article, you should Always Be Playin' (this applies to jobs and business opportunities too, not just women).

Like it or not, for a Black man in China, the Player Mentality is a necessity. I know that some of you reading this want that one Chinese princess, not a harem of concubines, and that's cool. You don't have to bang or even aggressively flirt with every girl that you come across, and you can be loyal. You can be very subtle about it; feign disloyalty to ensure loyalty from her. I recall walking down the street in Guangzhou with a special lady friend of mine, and my eyes could not help but wander at all of the lovely ladies there (that's that Yellow Fever for you, coupled with years of living in America among the landwhales). My girl noticed this, and hugged up against me to keep my attention. Once we got back to the hotel, she made sure that my nuts were on E too. It is no secret that women tend to gravitate towards men that other women are choosing, and there is also the idea of being the prize in some of their minds, being the one woman that can satisfy all of the needs of the man that has seen or has been with other beauties.

3. Virtual Target Fixation

This goes along with the Oneitis issue to a degree, but there is also the issue of dealing with people online. Even super-duper White guys have fallen for the trick of "catfishing", but the difference is that there would be women lined up to help him get over the online girl by getting under him; when you're Black, this is not guaranteed.

Personally, I have used and I encourage the use of online communication tools to pipeline before going to a new location if at all possible, but try to meet a few people in the location first; this is especially necessary when you're Black, since nine out of ten Chinese women will probably not give you the time of day, but five out of ten will lead you on to get free English lessons or get your help proofreading an application so that they can get the White and Latin dicks that they really want shoved down their throats in Miami (or Toronto, or wherever the hell they're going). Use the tools to your advantage, and don't be the tool yourself.

Dear readers, I hope that this article will help you avoid some of the pitfalls that are out there, especially my heterosexual Black male readership with an interest in Northeast Asia. Good luck, and I hope that I will not have to nominate any of you for Simp of the Year.

Friday, January 9, 2015

The Taiwan Addendum

Note: This article was originally supposed to be posted on Voyage to Asia as a "sequel" to my post about China hosted on that blog. Since the owner of that blog has not posted this article, I have decided to post it here.

I think that I will be the first to write about Taiwan on this blog. It is an honor and a privilege.

When my generation thinks of East Asia, we tend to think of the Hallyu Wave of Korea, the anime and video games of Japan, and the ancient culture and economy of China. There is, however, one country that is often overlooked. This country is Taiwan, also known as the Republic of China, or “the other China that uses U.S.-manufactured weapons”. At any rate, my ten days in this island nation whetted my appetite for more exploration.

I arrived in Taiwan broken and battered. I did not want to leave Mainland, but my time was up, and my “Hail Mary” attempt at finding employment in Guangzhou did not succeed. However, thanks to a very close friend of mine, my adventure in East Asia would continue for a few more memorable days.

TPE International Airport in Taipei

The instant that I touched down at the airport in Taipei, I realized that things seemed a lot less gritty than in Mainland. That is not said to put down Mainland China, as in all honesty, the grittiness has its appeal, but the environment in Taiwan made me feel a bit more at ease. To top things off, the food felt a lot better going down in comparison to some of the things that I had in China that tasted great, but made me suffer later.

One of the first things that I did in Taiwan was hit the gym. My friend was nice enough to treat me to the gym, and I hit chest and back. Malnutrition, lack of rest, and high humidity made it hard to put up the weight, but it was great to be back in a gym after nearly a month and a half of not lifting. I met quite a few friendly locals at the gym that really took lifting seriously, even more serious than the bros in Guangzhou did.

Adjacent to the gym was an Olympic-sized pool that we spent quite a bit of time in. It had been almost a decade since I had gotten into a pool, and I was never the best swimmer, but I still had a good time. In fact, this experience makes me want to swim more back in the States. I suppose that this is a minor example of how traveling is not just about seeing new places, but also about discovering new things yourself or adding new things to your repertoire.

Another thing that I learned in Taiwan was to appreciate simplicity. My friend lives up in the mountains of Miaoli County, removed from the hustle and bustle of Taipei (although close enough to Miaoli to have some convenience), so for the most part, things were quiet and serene. I learned to appreciate living without being wasteful, and even subsisted on a semi-vegan diet. These are lessons that will remain with me in America (hopefully I will be able to use them to save more money and expedite my return to Asia).

I might not need to save too much though, because the living expenses in Taiwan are relatively cheap. Food is very affordable, even moreso than in Mainland (on top of being more agreeable with my digestive system), and if you like bubble tea (some of you may know it as boba), then you owe it to yourself to take a trip to the place that it originated. In California, a boba would cost me about five dollars, but in Taiwan, it only cost me thirty, with thirty Taiwanese Dollars being the rough equivalent of one U.S. Dollar at the time of this writing.

Taiwanese Bubble Tea, or Boba

I found Taiwanese people to be quite friendly and helpful in general, and despite all that I had heard, I did not get many stares (maybe they all stared at me when my head was turned). Speaking Japanese may also come in handy in Taiwan if your Mandarin is not up to par as well. Many times when a person that I was trying to speak to could not speak English, we found a happy medium in Japanese since my Mandarin is garbage.

Wanting to extend my time in Asia, I decided to go for another “Hail Mary”. I applied for jobs in Taiwan, and linked up with another friend of mine that was an exchange student at my high school. Her father assisted me in trying to find employment as an English teacher in the township of Yuanlin. Unfortunately, I did not get the job, and to be honest, there is a possibility that race played a factor in this. Given the numerous anecdotes that I have read and conversations with a colleague of mine that has taught there, I would not doubt it, but the positive experiences that I had in Taiwan more than make up for this defeat.

All in all, my time in the ROC was satisfying, and I would like to return as soon as I can in order to explore more of what the nation has to offer. At the very least, I am sure that I can indulge in affordable, quality electronics and barbecue brushes!

The mountains of Dahu, Taiwan

Friday, January 2, 2015

Misery Does Indeed Love Company

grouch company

One lesson that has been driven home by perusing manosphere blogs and forums is that misery does love company. It seems like there is always some loser that either doesn't put in the work, constantly focuses on negativity, or were given an unfortunate genetic curse to the point that it is hopeless for them to attract women. While it is understandably difficult to cheer on others (especially others that may be adversaries) when one is losing, these specimens go out of their way to drag others into misery along with them. They will attack OPs that speak of their success (which is typically ineffective), or target neophytes that are trying to improve their game or take notes from successful people.

Essentially, what these miserable incel trolls do is take advantage of easy prey. Looking at one such example, the now-defunct, they were doing the exact same thing that they accused PUAs of doing: taking advantage of weak, vulnerable men that were unable to get any. The only difference was that while the PUAs may try to cash in by selling a bill of goods, the PUAHate brigade tried to completely destroy other men's chances in order to feel better about themselves while being virtually surrounded by others wallowing in misery.

There certainly is strength in numbers, so it is natural for people that face the same problems to join up and discuss their issues together. However, when these groups are only whining about the issues without trying to form an effective plan of action to deal with them, one must question the group. Such groups are not worth joining or dealing with and are best avoided. We see such parties in a variety of settings, be it aggrieved communities, social justice Tumblrs, and even on forums from those that are venerated as Alpha males. Yours truly is also guilty of doing this, and I am trying my best not to fall into this trap again.

When someone tries to crush your spirits or encourage you to join them in their tearful circle jerks, it is best to ignore them and continue upon your own path. This is not to say that grievances should be ignored, but it is to say that people that have no solution to deal with these grievances, and only want additional people to cry without taking any proper action towards solving the problem are best avoided.

keep your miserable ass away from me