A pseudo response to Stuff Eurasians Like (SEL)


Stuff Eurasians Like (SEL) is a blog on wordpress that I stumbled upon a while ago and, despite the author’s extreme self hatred, tortured soul, and maniac depressive psyche, his blog apparently contains some very original and highly acute observations. For example, he coined the word “yellow feminism”. Now whatever stances and point views he has I do not agree with, I still find him very smart. I suppose being a hybrid between a European man and an asian woman is the secret. Though he openly hates himself, hates his own birth, hates his mother, and hates his very existence (which I suspect is the reason why he is no longer active: maybe he committed suicide, and if you read his blog you will understand that this is not a far fetched statement), he simply cannot deny that he is a very brilliant person, more brilliant than any blogger that I have ever met, and it is only the hybrid mind of a submissive asian woman and strong dominant white man that can produce such a brilliant mind. From his blog I elicited that he looked more asian than European, and that’s his woe, and I just wished that he could understand, even though he had an asian appearance, he should not stoop so low to start mingling with those inferior angry asian men because deep inside he is far more superior than those pathetic asian men. His blog is now infested with angry asian men and when I tried to comment, I was attacked from all sides, so I decided to never go back to that blog again. In stead I decided to publish what I wrote to him here in the hope that if the original blogger SEL is still alive, he will see this.

My first comment:

I hope you have not committed suicide by the time I published writing this comment. If you are still active or still alive, maybe you should contact me and you can talk to me. I understand what you are going through and I want to help you.

And please do not think that as a woman I would not understand what goes through your mind. I may be a woman, but I am also a human being. I have feelings too and as a woman my feelings are even more sensitive than yours.

I won’t lie to you. You probably hate me already when I say this because I only date white men. But I promise I am not what you think I am. I do not justify my actions like the other asian women. I know I am inferior to my white boyfriend and I enjoy being submissive to him, being subjugated and dominated by him. I revel in my own submission and I enjoy being abused and dominated. This is the way I have worked out my demons, by being physically abused and mentally subjugated.

I have carefully perused all your posts and almost all the comments and as a Japanese woman, who had white ancestry on her father’s side, and at same time who had a Chinese mother, I felt, on the one hand, insulted and angered by your fusillade of virulent remarks, slanders and abusive language, but, on the other hand, I do—I really do, believe or not—sympathize with you and I know what must have been going through your mind growing up. The humiliation, the shame, the self hatred, and the thoughts of suicide. I had all those. At the roots of all these feelings is your subconsciously knowing that you are inferior: your mother’s race is being dominated by your father’s race, and you are the living proof of that domination. And that seems unnatural in your mind. You seem to think racial domination is wrong; a man of dominant race should not subjugate women of inferior races. Can you imagine what Han Chinese people must feel like, since 98% of all Han Chinese were the descendants of Genghis Khan? Han Chinese as an ethnicity is distinct from Mongolians, Manchus, and Uighurs. So all the Han Chinese today are the descendants of Mongolian rapists. That is unnatural, unjust, and evil; that men of the dominant race conquer and enslave the women of the subjugated races is wrong. But that is all our history.

Do you think you are better off if a White woman loves you? She will still be superior to you even if she loves you. You will be her slave, not the other way around. My grandmother was a White woman, and my grandfather—who was a Japanese general—was completely obsequious to her and treated her like a royal mistress. Can you imagine a Japanese general who conquered half of Asia ended up being a slave to a White woman? And even if you eventually “end up” with a White woman, even though physically you look asian, you still carry the Y-chromosome from your White father and you are merely just passing on his genes, the genes of a White man, of the most dominant race of the most powerful country on Earth—a people who have conquered all corners of the world and enslaved all its women. A White man can get any woman he wants because he has the right to, not because of his own attributes, but because of his race, his shibboleth of power, his whiteness. And you are the living proof of his domination and it makes no difference if your wife were White.

On the other hand the way my father treated my mother was completely different from the way my grandfather treated my grandmother. My mother is a Chinese woman and my father knew she is inferior to him so he abused her; my mother, on the other hand, knew she is inferior and even enjoyed being dominated by my father. Do you know what it’s like to see your own mother naked leashed and collared like a dog? Have your White father done that to your inferior asian mother? If you haven’t then you didn’t have it as worse as I had it. And please do not refer to Japanese as asian. Please. Most Japanese think they are descendants of Germanic people.

Your mother had been a lucky woman to be able to marry a White man, a man of the master White race. She was blessed, and you should be happy for her. She could have ended up with an inferior asian man and you would not have been able to be born to the most powerful nation on Earth.

Growing up, I had always felt my Chinese mother was a shameless whore, and it makes me even madder because she was a masochist who enjoyed being beaten.

And please stop the silliness that is pan asian alliance. asian people hate each other and would rather be slaves to their White masters.

Your mother was lucky and you should be proud of her. And I know it’s very hard for you to do so right now but, despite your asian appearance, deep inside you carry the genes of the superior White race and you should be proud of that, the fact that your patriarchal ancestors traced back to a White man who conquered and pillaged all over the world during the 19th and 20th Century just as the Chinese are proud to be descendants of Genghis Khan today even though they are not even Mongolians.

On the other hand if you cannot locate the White dominant master inside you, you can always try to become a submissive gay asian boy for your White masters. Homosexuality is widely accepted now, and you can find a nice muscular White man to marry you and you will live with him happily ever after. I think that might be the best course for you now. asian men are very attractive to gay White males or gay black males. You will find much more acceptance as a homosexual “asian” male if you choose not to identify yourself as White.

I am sorry if I am of no help to you at all.

My second comment:

I was expecting some angry remarks, but I was still a little bit overwhelmed by the amount of vitriol directed at me. Do you realize that by attacking me you have shown to the whole world how bigoted, sexist, racist, narrow minded, and jingoist all you asian males really are? That’s just a rhetorical question; readers will decide for themselves. And I was not even being unsympathetic to the plight of asian males, but just by having a slightly different view, and just for proclaiming that I simply found white men to be physically, morally, and intellectually superior, and that in the process I felt myself inferior as an asian woman, all of a sudden now I am the enemy. I must be attacked from all planks. Should I even dignify a response to you? Do you really dare to say these kinds of things or do the kinds of things you threaten to do to me if you see me walking down the street with my white boyfriend? I highly doubt it. I live in New York City and I see the pathetic looks on all those asian men’s faces everyday and, to be honest, they make me laugh because they are so jealous and yet they are too scared to say something. They are pathetic losers and they understand why even their own women despise them. My White boyfriend would have easily manhandled any asian man but he is too exalted to deal with those disgusting low lives just as a heavy weight champion wouldn’t pick a fight with a feather weight amateur. And that’s just the physical aspect. Don’t even get me started on being samurai warriors. About the only thing a samurai warrior can do is raping other asian women and scurry away when a White American man shows up to protect her.

So since we have opened this can of worms, and your rude comments have erased my last thread of sympathy for you, let me make it clear once and for all why I only date white men:

1. White men are morally superior: when I was traveling with my boyfriend in Kentucky, he saw a middle aged black woman passed out in front of her house, and he stopped the car, got out and helped her up. Now be honest with yourself, would a Japanese man ever help a non-Japanese person in the middle of the street? Would a Chinese person ever help another human being without standing around and just gawking at the victim? And to think that the black woman was once merely a slave, and yet my White boyfriend stooped so low to help her. It just goes to show: asian morality is inferior; Confucianism is inferior. Face the facts or don’t and stew in your own smug sense of racial purity.

2. White men treat women better than any asian man ever would. My boyfriend respects my limit and no matter what I do, he will never threaten me with non-consensual physical violence. The reason why I am so open in expressing myself is exactly because I know no matter what my opinions or orientations are, my boyfriend will always love me, support me and never judge me. I have written, said, and even asked for, many politically incorrect, outrageous things, including sometimes appearing to be self-hating, but my boyfriend have always supported me and never judged me. I am even critical of him sometimes and he always listens.

3. Sorry guys, but size does matter. Most asian men simply have smaller dicks, and sorry to break it to you guys, it really does matter. Girls like bigger packages, and asian men, well, happen to have the smallest dicks in the world.

4. White men are physically strong. Did you know white men actually like to become strong and physically intimidating? Geez, what kind of woman doesn’t like it when a short skinny Japanese man who never plays sports and acts like a girl walks into a bar? Don’t get me even started on all you east asian men who want to look more feminine and womanly. Don’t act like you don’t know what I am talking about, OK?

5. asian men, in all essence and form, are wimps, and to be honest, no women like wimps. We all want to feel protected, and secure, with a strong, masculine man; and asian men, well, are just too feminine and when they are not beating themselves up, they are beating their women. Sorry, that’s just disgusting.

6. Oh, and don’t pretend like all asians love each other. All of a sudden a Japanese person is happy to see a rising China. Please. Even oversea Chinese and Taiwanese hate mainland Chinese. Just about every other asian hates China and wish with all their might that they can lick the boots of America just a little longer. The last time I checked, prime minister Shinzo Abe was just about to kneel down and kiss Obama’s half black ass. Some asian countries such as the Philippines are so scared of China they even started to support the re-militarization of Japan. Two words: asians, pathetic.

On the other hand, do you see the same level of vitriol between, say, a British and a German? It seems to me that White people seem to get along with just about everyone. Is it perhaps because of their shared Christian morality? I don’t know, but it certainly seems the case that Confucian morality breeds very hateful people, And please, can someone scrap that racial purity concept the Japanese borrowed from the Nazis 60 years ago? Has someone told Koreans that they are still using the Nazi racial purity concept their Japanese masters gave to them? Nazism is widely condemned in the West, but if anything, Nazism is still quite alive in East Asia. Without America, all the East asians would have killed each other until nothing left, and maybe that would have been a good thing.

7. As for the asian Americans that I see in the States, they disgust me. They try to tan their skin, act all ghetto, and do everything possible to imitate being White, even all the while pretending to be creating their own identity. The mere sight of them makes me want to vomit, and any woman with any self respect would not want to mate with those disgusting low life forms. I for one can’t imagine myself being impregnated with those pathetic asian genes.

8. White men have bigger balls. What does that mean? Well it means they are overall more manly, more masculine, takes initiative, physically strong, and mentally tough. They are more adapt at socializing and knows more about courting females. As compared to all the asian men who are pathetic wimps and cry babies.

9. White men are intellectually superior. This you might find shocking. Surely east asians boast of being the smartest people. asians are so good at math! So let me ask you to name me just one great mathematician of Japanese or Chinese or Korean descent that can rival Einstein, Gauss, Euler, Newton, Fermat, Wiles, Poincaré, Perelman, Cauchy, Lagrange, Laplace, Hilbert, Riemann, Descartes, Pascal, Bernoulli, Dirac, Schrödinger, Leibniz, Galois, Abel. Can you me name one please? Oh, and can we name one that’s not an American citizen? Sorry, Terence Tao never even had a Chinese citizenship. He was Australian before he defected to America. Even if you can name a few, maybe the trite and ancient Chinese remainder theorem, ask yourself, how do you compare yourself to the west?

asians are only good at rote memorization while all the creative geniuses are European. I wish this was not true, but look at that list of names, and you want to convince yourself that that is not the case?

10. And this will be my last reason. I have to agree even if I don’t really want to. White men are simply the most dominant people on earth today and they have the right to have any woman they want. And I feel lucky as an asian woman that I am so adored by them. It’s a good thing for me, and I do not really feel ashamed to say that I am actually very flattered by their lavishing attention on me. Which one of you dare say that you never dreamed of being with a white woman? Do you not find White women superior to asian women? May I ask why? Because all our standard of beauty is White, and asian women simply are better at adapting or lucky I guess, being more White looking than asian men. Japan certainly had its chance to be the most dominating country in Asia at least, and I guess all the other asians really enjoyed that am I right? Finally an asian country can lead all of Asia to glory! And of course comfort women were volunteers and anything you heard about Japanese war crimes were just lies perpetuated by the West.

I am not coming back to this blog again, and you guys can curse, vent your anger, and hate me all you want. At the end of the day, you will just be embarrassing yourselves, and you asian men will still be the biggest losers on this planet. All my Japanese girlfriends are either married to White men or married to black men and I actually know one Japanese girl who’s engaged to a Mexican man. I guess just about any other man is better than a Japanese man. You guys are pathetic and just talking to you guys disgust me. Don’t bother to reply and even if you reply I won’t read it. Good bye.

Yellow feminism

I was so impressed by SEL’s ideas that I have reproduced in my own words what he meant by yellow feminism. Personally I do NOT agree with him, especially with the way he demonizes asian women but you can’t deny that he is very brilliant in his conceptualization.

Yellow feminism is the feminism particular to asian women. Whereas feminism in the West is expressed through a woman’s hatred for men and the general unsex of White women, yellow feminism is the idea that asian women should revolt against asian patriarchy by betraying the asiatic race, by sleeping with White men, by being prostitutes to foreign men, and by marrying into the White race. It is a form of feminism and a form of thought process common enough that it warrants its own name. Yellow feminism is not a nebulous concept out of the ivy tower. Its formation derives out of life experience. Ask any asian woman why she is so submissive toward the White men and so ruthless toward asian men, she will tell you that’s because she is a feminist. But when she says that she actually has no clue what she means. She is not expressing what a western feminist thinks she is expressing. She is expressing her unique yellow feminism and its unique characteristic is to be subservient to a White man. Being a White man’s submissive chinadoll is the essence of yellow feminism. Yellow feminism is the battle cry of an asian woman in revolt, against asian patriarchy, against effeminate asian men who oppress women, against stagnant asian morality and deep rooted asian misogyny. Yellow feminists purposefully bring shame upon the asiatic race not because she is ignorant; quite the contrary, she is very well aware of what she is doing and she refuses to stop because she is full of hatred against asian patriarchy and she releases her energy into being a better sex slave for her White masters. Yellow feminism is the feminism a White man loves and embraces. I was ambling around midtown Manhattan the other day and I saw a young pretty asian girl hand in hand walking down the street with a ragged middle aged white male beggar. Even I felt disgusted. That is the power of yellow feminism. Yellow feminism contributes to the submissiveness of asian women. In front of White men, an asian woman will always act gracefully and femininely. She will always be obedient toward her White master because deep inside she is revolting against asian patriarchy. She will go the extra mile to please a White man, the same she will not do for an asian man because deep inside she has not respect for—no, she hates—asian men. Hatred and resentment are as feminist as apple pies and hot dogs are American.

Author: jennifer suzuki

I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making. I was born in Japan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, and my father's mother or my grandmother was German Dutch, and I came to the United States as a teenager and lived and went to school in Maryland, and worked in New York. I lived in fantasy worlds since I was a teenager and I have always done so, sometimes so deep in my own fantasy I forgot my own identity. I no longer knew who I am. Physically I look more European than asian. My father is of mixed heritage—he has white blond hair, but he also has some distinctly Japanese features. On the other hand my features mostly resembled my grandmother, who was a full blooded European woman. Which was not something that really bothered me. Actually most modern Japanese look very European compared to the rest of asians. My father was a sadist, and my mother, on the other hand, was, in my opinion, a masochist with no self respect. Growing up, seeing my father beating my mother was almost as frequent as having dinner, and when not beating her, she was constantly being humiliated and degraded, like having to serve dinner to him naked on her knees or being tied to an utility pole only in her panties during the winter. At first I believed my mother was a victim, a unfortunate human being in the hands of a cruel evil man, but as I grew older I realized that it was my mother who enjoyed being treated this way. The initial realization made me feel she was a disgusting, perverted, sick person, but as I grew older I began to have the almost identical sexual fantasies that my mother lived and experienced through. I began to think that my mother was the luckiest woman on earth since apparently she had found a man who understood her desires and could give them to her. My dad studied and worked in America before, and during that period he desperately wanted to marry a white woman, and vehemently pursued several white women, but was unsuccessful. At the same time Japanese women were unwilling to marry him. Maybe because just like him they were looking to marry into the white race, or maybe because he had sadistic tendencies. Out of options he settled to look for a Chinese woman. Statistically, marriages between Chinese women and Japanese men have been quite common, and I personally knew quite a few couples just like my mother and father. Even here in America I knew several Chinese women who had Japanese boyfriends and those women were actually quite proud of having superior Japanese men as boyfriends. Japanese in general look much more European compared to other asians and I suspect it was the putative European appearance that attracts other asian women. Of course Japanese are not Europeans, no matter how much we try to become European, just as Jews will never be fully accepted as White Christians. I think Jews and Japanese have a lot in common. We were both persecuted by Europeans, the Jews by Germans, and Japanese by Americans, yet we both come to love our white Masters. Jews weren't officially considered white until very recently, and I think as time progresses eventually Japanese will be categorized as white in the future, though Jews and Japanese will always know that they are still inferior to their Nordic Masters. But as always the Jews will be Masters over the Arabs and the Japanese will be Masters over the rest of Asia. There is no other meaning to life, other than the degree of domination. I had an older sister who looked fully asian, as opposed to me who looked much more European. And ever since childhood I have always known for a fact that I was treated better by everyone else because of my distinctly European appearance. In school classmates would be hesitant to tease me because they always thought my father might be an American or an European man even though they knew my mother was Chinese but somehow they still were afraid of me solely because of my European appearance. The thing was that in Japanese naming system, my mother's last name automatically gets attached to mine, so for example, my name in Japanese would actually be "Suzuki Liu Jennifer", because my mother's maiden name is Liu; this way everyone would instantly know my mother is Chinese. On the other hand my sister was bullied almost everyday by upper classmates because she looked very Chinese. They made fun of her hair and clothes and told her that she looked like a Chinese pig and I had seen boys pulling down her pants and laughing at her for having a "Chinese vagina". I was a very young girl back then and I felt ashamed of having her as a sister so in school I didn't talk to her at all. When I was 12 years old, she committed suicide by hanging herself in her closet. I know this because I was the one who discovered her body. My parents would have never told me about her death if I did not saw her dead body by myself. And ever since her death a dark cloud formed over my head and throughout my teenager years I was constantly harrowed by thoughts of suicide. It was not until I was much older that I learned suicide is infectious and that had been why I was constantly thinking about suicide. The realization made me try not to think too much about death, but no matter how much I try I can never get her image out of my head. Sometimes I feel she still haunts me because I didn't talk to her in school. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I went to live with my mom in China for two years. Contrary to popular beliefs, I had never experienced any form of racism or discrimination against me when I was living in China. Most people assumed that I was an European girl and the aura of being European seemed to make me inapproachable, like the shield of Athena covering me from head to toe. Even when I was in school, when classmates would know my father was Japanese because of my last name, I had never really felt any discrimination, though I did feel they were kind of afraid of me. I had never realized how much being White meant until I was in America: the symbol of power, domination, and superiority that being White implies. Being White is being the entelechy of all that is beautiful, good and righteous. Which is strange because my nationality still is, in actuality, Japanese and as I grew older I started to look more asian. My hair has gotten completely dark and my looks started to resemble my mother's. I used to have very light-colored hair, but I just felt fortunate that I do not look fully asian like my sister was. When I saw this image [of a naked asian woman kneeling next to a black furred dog] in a Japanese SM magazine a few days ago, all of a sudden I remembered seeing my mother in a similar position when I was maybe just 5 or 6 years old. It was not a pleasant experience; it was an extremely scary and traumatic experience, and growing up I heard constant moaning and muffled screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Every evening was a nightmare to fall asleep. But knowing that many asian women were treated the same way as my mother had been treated somehow made me feel better about my own family. At least my parents were not as weird as they seemed, and while growing up I had gradually come to realize that many asian girls have the same masochistic tendencies as I do, but many were just very shy and wouldn't admit their secrets. So it seems there are many masochistic asian women out there who thrives on been humiliated and degraded just like the girl in this image; I don't know why but this image made me feel kind of normal. I have lived in the States for nearly ten years now and I have not talked to my parents, who had divorced, for several years, especially to my mother whom I had some very severe arguments with over the years, especially when she remarried after she went back to China. I was more fond of my father though I haven't really talked to him that much either because he too had remarried. Despite all the mean things I had said about my dad, he was always very gentle with me and never beat me. He beat my sister and my mother but never me and I suspect he was much more gentle with me because of my more European looks. I felt their divorce was a punishment for me, as if they had abandoned me and I never felt comfortable with either of them or their new spouses, whether it be in China or in Japan. My mother's new husband was a very cruel and domineering white man living in China and he never treated me with the same special treatment I received from my dad. And I remember one time when I went out with him people on the street mistook me for his wife and I felt so disgusted I never wanted to go out with him again and then he would yell at me and yell at my mom. I am glad to have gotten out of there. And my dad ... well let's just say I couldn't bear to coexist with his new wife either. The last time we talked was already 3 years ago. This image had brought back so many long forgotten yearnings. I miss my sister and my parents. The memory of my sister and my parents started to fade away, like wavering forms they passed before my clouded sight; their images have become a blur rise about me out of mist and cloud; their faces, and their figures have become shades of phantoms; I wanted to hold you close to me in that blessed fleeting moment when you reappeared to me in my dreams. If only I possessed the strength to draw you near. I wanted to forever remember you—you bear the images of happy days; your airy smiles still stir youthful tremors in my breast—but my memory faltered. It would have been simpler if I were already dead. I would never be seized again by those long forgotten yearnings. I shuddered at those thoughts; and a tear draws other tears. Crying is my only form of release; through crying I am channeled to the solemn and silent world of spirits; crying is my whispered prayer that lingers in a vagrant tone. I have no one to talk to. I live in solitary confinement. I have been driven to madness even though physically I stay put. My life—full of dolor, pain and suffering. Sometimes I wish I could end it. The only reason I continue to live is for otherwise I lack the courage to carry out that final act, to take me beyond and step into the unknown. It is so much better to have been never born at all, or at least to die an immediate death. How sweet and wonderful death would be. My dear Aya, I am so very sorry! A vast space of nothingness in the empty universe fills my heart. Everyday of my life I live in terror because of you. A family dog Growing up, I always felt lonely. My family dog was my only companion. He was a slightly larger than a medium sized dog, with grey and dark fur, and a nozzle that resembled a wolf. He was so cute, so adorable, and he was my only friend. I often played with him in my desperate attempts to communicate with another living being, like Madame Bovary sitting by her fire place in a melancholic longing for escape. I want out!, out of this nonchalant prison of thoughts, out of this cruel alienated society, out of these mind forged manacles whose clanking I hear like looming madness; the marks of domestication on their faces, marks of psychological slavery, marks of intellectual death; they are mere automatons, inanimate objects, so lifeless like straw men, hollow men, stuffed men. I can't bare to look at those miserable beings' faces. In a domesticated dog I see more humanity than the entire humanity. If only my family dog can take me away! And I will elope with him to a happy place, where there is no more sorrow, no more dread, no more cold metallic prison walls of the mind. My family dog was my only friend, and he was my only confidante. To him I entrusted all my deepest secrets. Sometimes I wished I was a dog: no more worries, no more sadness, no more consciousness, no more thoughts, just the need to satisfy my most basic instincts, lying by my owner's feet, worshiping him and completely dependent on him. Sometimes I wish I could have another dog just like the family dog I used to have in Japan. And he will be my husband. I will belong to him. I will be his bitch. I will obey him, crawl under his belly, gently caress his furs with my soft hands, and please him like I would please my husband. And he will be my beast and I will be his beauty. Albeit he will be a gentle beast, always so obedient to me, and yet always so much more aggressive, and animalistic; he will protect me from harm, with his sharp fangs and naturally endowed muscles for chasing down his prey; and yet he will honor me and obey me like a lover would. He will never be jealous, never be angry, as long as he is fed and watered. He will be my best friend.

3 thoughts on “A pseudo response to Stuff Eurasians Like (SEL)”

  1. I definitely think becoming “a submissive gay asian boy for your White masters” is the better option for most WMAF sons. That’s what worked for me, and most others I know.

  2. I really love your site.. Pleasant colors & theme. Did you make this site yourself? Please reply back as I’m wanting to create my own personal site and would love to find out where you got this from or what the theme is named. Appreciate it!

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