Physically small, weak, slender, hairless, with perky tits and round ass, an Asian woman like me was built to be a little sex doll for a white man to pound and unload his semen into. Even if you’re not an ephebophile by nature, you will find yourself beginning to think like one as you grow to appreciate my supple, soft, neotenic body next to your hairy and well muscled form, and marvel how nice and easy it is to dominate me in bed and toss me around like a rag doll.
Looking into my cute almond eyes adorned on my silly pankcake moon face, you will read my submissive devotion. The alien-ness of my oriental features, the minimalism of that nose bridge, the femininity of those hairless and scentless limbs—you will feel captivated by me, who belong to this race of women that is so unlike you, yet so eager to tease and pleasure you; and you will become tremendously aroused by this set of circumstances, and you will feel like a king. You will be my emperor.
Mentally, I am inexperienced and naive about the world, naive about leading a feminist lifestyle although I may know its tenets. I am also introverted and shy, naturally intelligent yet submissive, eager to please because you will be my first white man and that means a lot to me, and I am overall very self-conscious of my race and its position in the world.
Literally, my frame of reference is a 5’5″ spiky haired asian nerd with a 4 inch penis. I will be so grateful that you are a 5’8″ white guy with a 5 inch penis that I will practically not see any difference between that and porn star proportions, because all I can discern is that you are huge and packing.
I’m accustomed to scrawny family members and asian friends with bowl cuts, so if you play in a sports league with friends you will seem like a thrilling alpha sports star. If you’re 5’10” I will think you’re a muscle man. if you dress reasonably well, I will feel like a village girl invited to be a princess. If you have blonde hair and blue eyes, I will call you Ryan Gosling in front of my Asian friends as my pussy gushes at the aryan ideal.
Over the years I have been trained to differentiate between the asian and white guys, but not so much between different types of white men, so it’s unlikely for me to run off with another white man for trivial or whimsical reasons. As a chinky outsider, I will be naive to many of your personal flaws. I will have lower standards, and I will be unable to parse the social inadequacies that a white girl would easily pick up on. In sum, you have more slack with me than with any girl you have had previously.
Over time, you will notice, that I notice a difference between asian and white races, but, don’t worry, such comparisons will inevitably run in favor of the white race. As the white boyfriend, you will automatically benefit from the broad generalizing racial judgments that result from these frequent outbursts of neurotic self-hatred.
Just to let you know, your sexy asian girlfriend does have a chip on her shoulder and will vent about race a lot.
Realize that this is mostly to impress you. Pat me on the head and remind me that you are the white guy (not the bad guy). It will keep me content, and grateful.
You can get away with doing degrading things to me because although I put up a front like I’m a feminist and sick of white guys with yellow fever, but in reality I love to take abuse because I believe wholeheartedly in white superiority and feel most poignantly the inferiority of my own race.
Remember, my dear white lord, that this is a girl who has been obsessed with being owned and bred by a superior race of men since she was a 70 lb. middle school girl who had just talked to a white boy for the first time in her life.
I’ve shared these fantasies with my asian female friends, and even announced them around asian guys and adults, with the corollary that a full asian baby would be runty and undesirable and below what I know I deserve.
This is a girl who knows what she wants, and what she wants is your penis in order to have your seed, your seed in order to have a half-white baby, and that baby for the eugenics of her line and the purification of her womb.
I admire you more than just as any man, but as the benefactor of my future children, as the ticket to interracial bliss and my acceptance into a higher, white society.
My white king, an Asian woman has been conditioned to love the white man, to be caring and nurturing and supportive of the white man, to make him happy and satisfy his needs no matter what. By dating a white man, she is proudly rejecting her own race, and this is wonderfully good for you.
It eliminates or smooths over usual lines of conflict. Now you have something that binds me to you forever, that transcends petty squabbles and usual couples’ issues. It frames our relationship in a grander context and gives it a special narrative. The narrative is that I am fleeing my oppressive native culture, hounded by hateful asian men who feel entitled to enslave me, and you are my white knight savior who has dedicated his time to making everything right. This legitimatizes your feelings of lust when you’re pounding me in the ass and I’m squealing like a hello kitty toy. This makes you feel bigger and stronger than you normally would when manhandling a petite girl whose utmost desire is to please you. This makes you feel good about yourself, my white god, righteous even, and entitles you to make derisive statements about a group of people that you have long felt to be beneath your kind—asians.
Because you know, you know what it means to save a precious asian girl from that sinister race, and you know how it feels to sweep her up in your strong white arms as she mews appreciatively about your bravado and how different you are from every asian guy she’s met.
My White God, I’m here to indulge you in your asian fantasies and make your penis feel so BIG.
Date an Asian woman, my white king. Life’s too short to live any other way.