In the last two to three decades, there has been a gradual, increasing influx of Chinese immigrants into Japan, mostly consisting of Chinese women looking for Japanese husbands and cheap Chinese laborers, and over time those Chinese started to assimilate into the Japanese culture, permeating every nook and cranny of Japanese society and today so many of them lurk around, not just in large cities, but even in Japanese countrysides and on farmlands and I would be genuinely surprised if anyone who visit Japan would not run into at least a few of them. The problem, however, is that Chinese and Japanese do look very alike and it’s impossible to tell them apart, even native Japanese cannot always tell the difference and there is much less hope for any white gaijin looking for pure bred Japanese women—and that in itself is not unacceptable since there are many Japanese as well who would be disgusted at the thought of having sex with a Chinese woman, and so similarly, from my experience, many white gaijin who come to Japan are strictly looking for pure bred Japanese women, not some inferior Chinese knockoffs, and for those who seem to think that “Sure I can tell the difference. I am not going to marry a Chinese woman thinking that she is in fact Japanese,” yeah right, good luck with that. For better or for worse, Chinese women in Japan are known to be gold-diggers with killer instincts and they are so good at disguising themselves as Japanese women that even Japanese men are known to have been fooled. While Japanese women can be similarly gold-digging, Chinese women are just taking it to a whole new level. So I think it’s actually “safer” for white gaijin to date pure bred Japanese women, for your own good, and of course not all Chinese women are gold diggers, and what if she’s mixed, like half Chinese and half Japanese (99% of the times it’s a Japanese father and a Chinese mother, and don’t be silly there are tons of mixed children in Japan). In that case, usually, she would initially identify herself as pure Japanese, but as she grew older, she would gradually, more likely, to identify herself more strongly with her Chinese maternal side, but she would also just as likely to be so disappointed later on that she would once again revert back to identifying herself as Japanese. I don’t know why.
Anyway here are a few ways to tell the difference between a pure bred Japanese woman and a Chinese woman who pretends to be Japanese.
1. Appearance. Unless you are Asian, in which case you can indeed tell the difference between a Japanese woman and a Chinese woman with approximately 50% accuracy, there is otherwise no hope that you can tell the difference by observing their appearances alone. And even if you are Asian, say, a native Japanese, your ability to correctly tell that someone is from where based solely on her appearance has the same probability of flipping a coin, because there is an in-group bias that exists in all populations that seem to want the prettiest and best looking people to be in “your” group. So it seems that every time a very pretty asian girl comes along, Korean men will think she’s Korean, Japanese men will think she’s Japanese, and Chinese men will think she’s Chinese. By appearance alone it just won’t work, but if you do have to base on appearance alone, then Chinese women are usually very ugly, so if you say a very ugly asian woman, just assume she is Chinese.
2. Language. Since the dawn of mankind, language has been the most powerful discriminator among humans. Just by listening to a few words uttered by a complete stranger, who might even look completely like me, I can, with absolutely certainty, tell whether or not that stranger is a native Japanese, or a foreigner, and, in the case that she is Japanese, where she might have been originally from, or in the case that she is not Japanese, whether or not she is Chinese, and whether or not she is Northern Chinese or Southern Chinese or Taiwanese, and with this known knowledge, I can change my behavior toward that stranger accordingly, and I can decide to reveal this knowledge or not, depending on the situation, and I can choose to either be honest with her, or treat her with suspicion. Language is the most efficient way for me to identify whether someone is real Japanese or fake Japanese, and in most cases all I need is for you to utter a single word for me to be able to make that judgement. Now of course there are exceptions; there were quite a few Chinese who spoke such fluent Japanese that there was simply no way to tell they were non-Japanese. It’s a lot easier for Chinese to learn Japanese than it is for English speakers. Chinese and Japanese languages are very similar, well because one of them is derived from another. In a perfect world where there would no longer be any discrimination, all languages must be abolished and people should only communicate in English, but unfortunately we don’t live in that perfect world yet.
3. Behavior. The funniest thing that one can do is to ask a Japanese woman: “Why are you behaving like a Chinese woman?” That is absolutely the most insulting remark you can say to her. Japanese pride themselves on being the most polite folks on earth and it absolutely just destroys her if you compare her to a Chinese woman. Behaviorally, it is nearly impossible for any Chinese woman to be subservient, due to their cultural roots in Communism; however, Japanese women are still relatively comfortable with being subservient, so if you are a white gaijin looking for a completely subservient Chinadoll, your best bet is a Japanese woman, and not a Chinese woman, who might be a complete psychopath, or if you are a masochist you might actually like her. Now, of course, there are Japanese women who are crazy too. I knew a Japanese girl who never washed her underwear and who never used tampons and all her underwear were stained with blood. I have heard from some white men that Chinese women are more likely to be subservient if they are married to white men, but from what I have heard from Chinese men and Japanese men alike, Chinese women seem like psychopaths
If you know she is Chinese, then what? Where I used to work, I knew quite a few Chinese women who pretended to be Japanese, and out of politeness, I just kept the open secrets to myself and never said anything. I knew they were not really Japanese, not even half-Japanese, as one Chinese girl who claimed herself to be half-Japanese, but I just kept silent and never spoke of it. It was not like they were trying to hide the open secret among themselves either; it was just a way to fool those Japanese customers. The place I worked did not allow gaijin. Was it immoral? From a western stand point it certainly was immoral, but from an eastern stand point, money is never immoral.
Those are just some of my observations from my personal life-experience living in Japan, and though some of it might sound daunting, it must not deter you to experience life on your own. There will be happiness, and sadness and adventures in life and as a man, a white man no less, you must embrace them fearlessly and your joy will accordingly be immense. Lastly, though Japanese women in general are more desirable than Chinese women, and though Chinese and Japanese do in fact hate one another with seething hatred at times, there are immense social as well as peer pressure among all asian women to compete with one another to attract men, especially white men, so you can be rest assured that both Chinese women and Japanese women will love you with equal zeal for no reason other than the fact that you are a white man, and it helps too if you are an American citizen. So do not be afraid to let your white stallion roughshod through Asia, let your lance pierces through those naked breasts because no matter what you do, you will still be better than those asian men who abuse women and who treat women like slaves and you will be beholden as the white savior.
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.
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