Confession of Inferior Asian Male Series


While this website is and will always be committed to the discussion of and pontification on the social and sexual dynamics between superior white males and inferior Asian females, I cannot help but notice the trend of Asian males creeping into our discussion, and, despite of my willful and intentional ignoring their presence for a significant period of my observation, their growing presence is felt across all spectrum and their approval, while not needed, is still appreciated. Initially most of what I have observed from those inferior Asian males consist mainly of hatred, anger, frustration, and jealousy, over time, it seems, those feelings have morphed into acceptance, and even eager embrace.

The inferiority of the Asian race is not expressed through their females alone, but is significantly amplified by their inferior males, who are unable to compete with superior white males in mating and who are therefore sexually eliminated. The weakness, cowardice, lack of confidence, self-pity, and general submissiveness of the inferior Asian male is not just a turn-off to any self-respecting female; it’s out-right disgusting.

That said, I decided to venture to post some of what I have received via fan mail, to showcase to all the superior white men just exactly how truly, and categorically, pathetic most Asian males really are, and perhaps this will even foster more understanding among the befuddled as to why Asian females overwhelmingly prefer non-Asian men as mating partners.


Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #1

Hi, I’m an Asian guy. This is the first time I’m admitting this. I used to hate White man/Asian girl couples. It started as an annoyance but after seeing so many of them, I began having strong feelings of anger, worthlessness and defeat, especially after my girlfriend cheated on me and dumped me for a White guy. After many years, however, I have learned to accept that as a smaller, weaker chink, I cannot compete with White men. It even turns me on when I admit this.

Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #2

I’m an inferior gook boy living with a superior white man as a housemate. He has a hot gook girlfriend. Since our rooms are next to each other, I often hear them fucking at night which turns me on so much. I end up jerking off my tiny cock all night long listening to her moan in pleasure to his big white cock. As always my inferior gook seeds end up in trash bin and his superior white seeds end up inside a real pussy (granted inside of a racially inferior gook). Natural selection at its finest?

Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #3

Currently, as I’m writing this post, my little rice dick is hard as a diamond. I love WMAF (white male-Asian female) porn so much, it’s not even funny. I legitimately cum so much and so hard every time I watch an Asian girl take on a BWC. It also doesn’t take much long, it’s like my balls fill up so fast and are ready to explode in an instant. The absolute pleasure in their eyes as they let white men have their ways with them makes me so horny. I love race-play dialogue as well; being belittled for having a clit of a dick and, in a sense, being treated almost like an Asian girl makes me feel some type of way. WMAF makes me feel so submissive and I love how good it makes my body feel when watching it.

Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #4

It all started when I found out my girlfriend from high school had been cheating on me. … My girlfriend and I were both Chinese. We went to the same high school. We were both in the top percentile of our class. We pretty much were in all the same advanced or honor classes. After high school, we both went to top universities in different cities in America but we still met with each other every night on skype for almost 1.5 years.

The nightmare started when I visited her in the summer. She was out attending a group study and I waited for her in her dorm. Then, when I tried to use her birthday as password to login her laptop. In a folder with the name “my love”, I found something extremely shocking.

She was videotaped and, in the video, she was wearing silk pantyhose and high heel sandals. She was sucking a white guy’s cock! Later, that white cock was pushed and squeezed in her vagina and pushed back and forth! The video lasted almost 15 min. until the white guy cums his sperm inside her body completely! I was so angry, shocked, powerless and helpless …

Later, she dumped me and dated the white guy who was her classmate. Further later, she was dumped by that white guy. She continued to date several more white guys until she married a white guy.

Until now, I never really have had sex with a woman. I have never had another girlfriend. I have been masturbating everyday for the last ten years and I only masturbate to WMAF porn. Due to my addiction to masturbation, I developed erectile dysfunction. Whenever I see an attractive Asian girl, I can only imagine her being with a white guy. I do not feel good.

Conversation of Two Inferior Asian Males #5

Inferior Asian male number 1: I was talking to some friends (two white guys) at a bar and the topic of porn came up. Basically I had to say who my favorite porn stars were, and I started to get red because I thought this was their round-about way to make me admit that I’m addicted to WMAF (white male Asian female) porn. So I said “Vina Skye, Lulu Chu and a bunch of amateurs mostly”… These two white guys instantly knew what kind of porn those women do, and they figured out that WMAF was my favorite genre. I was so scared that they would ask me which amateurs I liked because those Asian girls all did white guys. Thankfully they just moved on and that was all I said on the topic.

Inferior Asian male number 2: To be honest white guys just see WMAF porn as normal Asian porn and won’t think twice about it. They never watch AMAF (Asian male Asian female) porn and therefore that wouldn’t cross their mind. I doubt they would’ve cared.

Inferior Asian male number 1: That in itself is kinda amazing too though, because it means they feel “entitled” to AF (Asian female) so much that it’s just normal.

A superior white man: It’s less that and more that this just doesn’t rise to most of our attention. Like I’ve fucked a lot of Asian girls, and it’s through them I discovered this. So unless your dude cruises kinky porn stuff or have had Asian girls who brought it up they probably don’t think about it.

Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #6

I am an enlightened east Asian male. I fully embrace my sexual and racial inferiority to the superior white race. I know my short scrawny stature, puny limbs, and tiny boiclit is no match for god-like White Men. Even in my younger days when I masturbated, to the images of girls I liked in school, I often fantasized them being fucked by bigger, taller and stronger White guys in my class, and I imagined myself to be one of those girls that I desired. For me, that was so natural I never even had second thoughts. In retrospect, even back then I naturally desired to be feminzed, to be fucked by the stronger White alpha males. Today I love watching White male/Asian female couples. It’s a turn-on to know that those Asian girls are being fucked by White men in ways an Asian boy like me never could, being touched deep inside their bodies. I also love the fact those Asian girls are naturally craving the seeds of superior White men over weak and inferior Asian seeds.


Epilogue: If you are an inferior Asian male who would like to express support for superior white males and inferior Asian females, please do feel free to comment.

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.

20 thoughts on “Confession of Inferior Asian Male Series”

  1. #6 is someone I know from her posts on other sites. She’s an acknowledged inferior male Asian. However, on other sites she is blatant for her love for BWC. She presents as a worthless tranny slut who loves being used and abused by superior white males.

  2. Today, while walking to my car to go to work, I saw an Asian man kissing an Asian woman. Should I have slapped those chinks?

  3. Hi! Average Chinese male here! I feel like I stumbled into a part of the internet that I never knew about and never wanted to know about but hey! Here I am! Instinctively it repels me but that is to be expected. What I didn’t expect is that at the same time, all this sound and fury has a strong psychological pull. Despite my best efforts, I cannot take my attention away from it. Sort of like a crash on the freeway and there is a slowdown because everyone wants to see the accident and all these rubberneckers irritate you but when its finally your turn to pass the crushed burning twisted metal of the cars, you too must look. I have so much to say that I do not even know where to start. Perhaps an obvious statement is best. Stupid but necessary because those things that we are most habituated to are the things that are most easily ignored or missed – sex, despite third wave feminism and radical gender critiques, remains a savage thing, men and women, two hostile camps at war forever. Despite legal gender equality, and Deconstruction and postmodern theory, relations between the sexes is Dionysian and incapable of being broken down into even a remotely Apollonian form. A form of madness that makes us both more and less than human, needing nothing other than itself as justification. Bring race, class, ethnicity, gender, and all the fancy logical and psychological theories to resolve it or justify or contradict it but at the end of the day, it is a sphinx, a riddle without answers. The articles I read are banal, vicious, cruel and ugly. They are also a primal scream that decent middle class conventional outrage cannot sufficiently, not even remotely, stand on an equal footing with. This has nothing to do with the logical assumptions, the faulty race theories, the questionable anecdotal testimonies… it has to do with the speaker herself. Why bother with race? There is a heat that is generated by the author, that despite all the furies which may trail in her wake, despite all the Confucian ancestors still suffused with the smell of incense sticks, the Tengu who swirl around this speaker, cannot silence the loudest sound, the sound of deep pain and hurt, a self hatred that has no limit. And beneath that terrible hurt, beneath every hurt, that does not subside but which blinds and poisons everything good and true and pure, as if there was some law of karma which balances any extreme for hubris, there is an inversely equal amount of something beautiful and glorious.

    1. Are you really Chinese? Then you should no trouble understanding this!



      1. Did she do it or did this site’s admin do it? Many sites don’t like links to other sites and typically remove them when they are discovered. Paul’s comment, above gives you her name and where to find her. She has 1,054 photos and 5 videos.

      2. Hard to say…. I will repost the “how to treat gook slut” video in this reply and see what happens:

  4. Good that chink males are understanding that providing asian women to better races is their only contribuition to this world.

    1. Well that and helping find Population III stars:

      “Xin Wang, an astronomer at the Chinese Academy of Sciences in Beijing, has detected helium II in the early universe, possibly signifying the presence of Population III stars.”

  5. Disappointing sewer minded thoughts on this website. Pokes a hole into the mind of the insecure person who went to the length to write so many blog posts about how superior whites are to Asian men. It’s riddled with anxiety and self hate. Ultimately, I’m sorry you feel this way and for all the white guys on here who get off on this bizarre scenario.

    1. I disagree. I think this blog’s author makes some very good points. And she doesn’t hate herself: She loves white men and big white cocks, which are superior to Asian cocks!

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