Some have expressed the opinion that I have written a hateful book, though I myself was deluded to think that I have written a book on love. And therein lies the problem with modernity. Our world is filled with so much love now that people are so scared, so intimidated, that they dare not to express, to utter, to—alas!—hate; they are scared to death to hate anyone. Our world only condones love; there is no place for hate in our community! Let me, a weak and vulnerable lowly creature who has no audacity to challenge my master’s wisdom, interject through your thunderous bellow of freedom, of equality and of love, that there is no hate without love; love and hate are nothing but the two flip sides of the same coin. We do not tolerate hate! Ah but you continue to scream at the top of your lung Yes, we do not tolerate hate, and as a consequence, we no longer tolerate love. Everyone is so afraid of falling in love out of fear for the hate that ensue that there is no love in this world anymore, and truly, that is how we have achieved this utilitarian utopia: everyone is happy, and everyone doesn’t love everyone else but herself; and anyone who is unhappy, who expresses unhappy thoughts, is promptly excluded from this great utopian ideal world. I am just a weak and defenseless woman. I do not have the strength nor the intelligence to withstand the onslaught of a thousand minions of self imprisoned minds. And so, I will, upon publishing this book, promptly excommunicate myself from your utopia. And let this be my last thought and please forgive me for my final whisper into your ossified souls.
Working for the Japanese Adult Video (JAV) industry in Japan has become a rite to passage for a Japanese girl to become a woman; just about every girl pretty enough will end up doing one thing or another related to the industry. JAV industry is the only industry that is actually still growing in Japan, everything else decrepitude of economic stagnation.
There are a lot of JAV recruiters out there, just about on every street corner in Japan. They are constantly on the look out for pretty young females and without any courtship they would just approach us and ask us if we would like to do AV. They are like predators lurking around everywhere. They hang around high schools, colleges, shopping malls; they are everywhere and you can’t miss them. If you are young and pretty enough in Japan, you have most likely been accosted by them at least once.
I didn’t get along with our parents very well while growing up. The constant cold stare, the resentment building inside, the silent treatment. I wanted to become financially independent as soon as possible. I wished someone could take me away. I wanted out!—out of this horrible misery just as much as you were. Back then you were still too young, so I kept you from a lot of things that I thought might hurt you. At the time I was working part time in a fetish Chinese restaurant in the red light district. It was just a regular Chinese restaurant except all the waitresses wore mini skirt Chinese dress. There were nothing “fetish” to it; it was much cleaner than, say, no pan shabu shabu, or some other venues.
Despite the fact that it was a Chinese restaurant, it was actually owned by Japanese, but all the waitresses were Chinese, half of them were international students from China, a few from Taiwan, the other half were married to Japanese men. The wages weren’t so good. Even when customers tipped us, the owner collected the tips and kept to himself. And the waitresses were afraid to challenge him because many of them were working illegally. And there was no exception for me either. In Japan, if you are half-Japanese, then you are not really Japanese. At first I tried to work at a restaurant catering exclusively to Japanese clients, but after one look at my name they rejected me on the ground that I was not pure Japanese. Sometimes I wondered what the hell was wrong with our mother thinking that she could find a better life in Japan. I wondered if I could have turned out a little more normal if I was born poor in a third world country. At least then I could offer to suck Japanese men’s cocks with more dignity. So I decided to try out my luck with the AV industry.
The first time I went to a porn studio:
Once we were there at the designated place, I filed in an application with my name, address, age, as well as shoe size, bra size, waist size, sexual history, etc. They also asked what I was willing to do: oral sex, anal sex, bondage, threesome, water sports etc. The list goes about 8 to 10 pages. All the girls wore only bikinis inside the building while the staffs wore business suits. One curiosity in the building that caught my attention the most was the weighing scale. The scale was under the floor and they would tell me to stand over to the corner; once you stood over there, your weight and height would all be shown electronically on their tables, and no one would even see it. The first time I did it I didn’t even realize what just happened. There were so many very pretty girls along with me and they all went through the same process like I did. It was interesting because JAV industry was probably the only industry that does not discriminate against foreigners in Japan (actually several major AV studios still do not allow foreign women but most do). There were a lot Korean and Chinese women there. Of course some of them are like me, half-Japanese, almost always the product of a Japanese father and a Chinese or Korean mother; but most of them were international students or were here on work visas.
It’s always strange to me to admit that as a woman I know more about porn than a guy, because I was once involved in pornographic productions. It feels weird, unusual, but most importantly, it makes me feel very embarrassed, like being a whore but worse. It’s even worse than being a whore. At least a whore only had intercourse with a client, but a JAV actress in Japan rarely, if ever, only has intercourse. Another thing I heard is Western guys complaining how “fake” JAV productions are. In almost every scene the girls seem to be squealing and it looks as if she is being forced to make those movies. She doesn’t seem to enjoy herself at all. Then they give this bogus theory that it’s because of Japanese culture: a Japanese woman is not supposed to enjoy sex, blah blah blah. Well, there’s this seedy side of JAV industry that you would probably have a very difficult time believing. If it looks like rape in the movie, then it probably was rape during the shoot. In Japanese AV, once you have agreed to shoot a scene, no matter how painful or how uncomfortable you are, you must, under contract, finish the shoot, or else the producers will cross out your name and no one in the whole industry will ever employ you again. It will be like you were dead.
For the first few times I was involved in a bondage production, but not as a star. I was a “penis warmer” because I had only agreed to oral sex and that wasn’t good enough to be a main actress. I was kneeling in the back of the room sucking on the penises of the male actors just before they were ready to go on the stage. I felt very strange at first. There is another beautiful woman, naked and vulnerable, suspended or otherwise tied up, in the next room, and yet they cannot get hard just by looking at her. In stead they needed me to gently gratify them until they get hard and only then they can go to the next room to have sex with the bound actress. Sex industry, it turns out, is just another business, another daily boring job that has no escape. Many of those men were high school dropouts and if they were not working in the porn industry, they would have joined the Yazuka selling drugs or trafficking prostitutes. Those women’s appearance and sexuality made no difference to those male actors. To them, we all looked the same, no matter how pretty or how ugly. It was unbelievable right?
Although I was not a star in those movies, I was very engrossed by what I saw. Those actresses looked so beautiful, so feminine in their bondage, and sometimes I fantasized being in their situations myself, though for a long time I didn’t have the courage to admit. After a few months I decided to try out at another studio and this time I wanted to be the actress on stage and had agreed to more deviant sexual behaviors. Since I spoke Chinese, the producers said that I should be a different character than myself. They asked me to pretend to be a Chinese international student, and speak some Chinese in the movie. Just like westerners, Japanese men like exotic women, women from foreign countries, so they said that way the movie would sell better. It was my first time to break into hardcore porn and it was brutal. First they asked me how to say some words in Chinese, and I introduced myself as a Chinese student. Then they started to undress me, and then one actor pissed in my face, and several guys took turns having sex with me. I didn’t feel anything at all. After the sex scene my whole body felt bruised. I still don’t know if I enjoyed it at all. It was like a test given to me by God and to test my faith in him; I did not feel any sexual satisfaction from that experience.
The first few times were very simple shoots compared to the third one. The third time I was called up by an agent to shoot a very light nude scene with no sex involved and they said I would make 1 million yen. It sounded a little too good to be true and it turned out exactly that way. When I arrived at the parking lot, immediately several men rushed out of the building and started to strip my clothes off. I didn’t understand why they can’t wait until I was inside the building. They stripped me naked right there in the parking lot, with one guy holding all my clothes in his hands, and they carried me inside all the while slapping me and chafing my nipples and my private part. Once inside I was immediately thrown onto a dirty mattress and forced to have sex with the producer. I tried to reason with them telling them that I thought there was no sex scene, but they simply laughed at me and started screaming at me for being so stupid. We paid you so much money just to shoot you naked? Who do you think you are, a goddess? You are not pretty. You are just an ugly and nasty whore. As the producer was having sex with me, the make up artist was simultaneously applying make up on my face. But I was crying and as he pumped in and out of me I was moving up and down on the mattress. Needless to say, it was an impossible task but the make up artist did put some blush and lip stick on me anyway. Maybe you don’t know this, but in Japan no one ever uses condoms, not even in porn. That’s one reason why Japanese prostitutes are only allowed to serve Japanese men; because we believe foreigners might bring STDs; most Japanese prostitutes don’t use condoms either. The only way for a girl to avoid pregnancy is to calculate her period or to take morning after pills or birth control pills. I didn’t expect to have sex so I didn’t take any birth control pills beforehand, so again I told them that I was not on pills, but they ignored me and the producer ejaculated inside me anyway. “So what if you get pregnant? It’s none of our business. You are a dirty public toilet and your parents are ashamed of you. “
After the producer had ejaculated inside me, a dozen of his men started to gang rape me. I was furious and I tried to bite them and kick them, but then a guy with a bamboo stick came out and started to strike me. “If you don’t want to get killed, you better be obedient.” All the while I was being videotaped. They wanted to make the movie as a real rape movie; only later on I learned that this studio had been doing this for a long time, recruiting actresses who were unaware of what they are getting into and then raping them. I was gang raped over three times in a four hour period.
After the first time, they dragged me into the rest room and made me lick the toilet bowl. They told me all the AV actresses had to do it at some point in their career; I might as well do it now. They pushed my head into a bath tub full of very hot water I thought they were going to boil me alive. They kept pushing my head into the water I swallowed several gulps of water and my ears were full of water I couldn’t hear I thought I was deaf. I beat my head like mad trying to get the water out of my head because I thought I couldn’t hear anymore. After the first gang rape and the “shower”, they told me if I am obedient there is just one more scene and they will let me go. I was in hell for the last hour so I believed them I very gently sucked their penises and cooperated with them and let them fuck me and ejaculate inside me. All the men had ejaculated inside me by then and I knew I had to take morning after pills immediately afterward. Sure, I was worried about STDs as well, but I was more worried about pregnancy than catching some diseases. When finally they were all finished, they told me I could go home now, I was so glad it was over I thanked everyone and started to dress. They even showed me the cash they were going to pay me. Though I was furious, businesses was business, and in this business honor and respect for the studio were more important than anything so I had to be reasonable. But it wasn’t over. Just as I was walking into the parking lot, another group of men, yes, a different group, mugged me and carried me back into the building and they started to rape me again. And this time they were even more brutal. They were more violent and one guy with a hammer hit me over my head when I cried out for help. They tied me to a cross and the guy with the hammer started to break furniture next to me. Some of the wood splinters even sputtered on my body and I screamed I tried to tell them there was wood splinter in my flesh but none of them seemed to care. I had been whipped by my father before, and I have been whipped by my boyfriend in high school, but the whipping that ensued after was the most painful time I had ever experienced. The first few hits I could endure. I didn’t even scream, but they kept on whipping me at the same spot it was unbearable. The guy with the whip was trying to make me scream and yes, they were still videotaping everything. They wanted to make it seem as realistic as possible: the rape, the torture, everything. They succeeded in making it as real as possible, because it was real; it was certainly real for me. After they finished whipping me, they dragged me to the roof of the building. It was below zero degrees and I was completely naked. They tied me to a wooden post and started to pour cold water on me. My whole body was shaking from the cold. They poured cold water all over my body and then they would beat me again with sticks and whips. After that they dragged me off the roof and gang raped me again. It was getting dark outside so it must have been over several hours but they weren’t finished; all of them fucked me and again ejaculated inside me. I had lost count of the number of men who had ejaculated inside my anus and vagina—must have been over 20. Then they tied me up again with my arms behind my back and my legs tied together. And then they started to force feed me alcohol. I started to black out and was in and out of consciousness. They carried me down the basement and put me into a glass container. There was a very big and strong woman standing on top of me, and I asked her what they were doing. I was hogtied facing up inside a large glass container like a glass coffin, and on top of the container was two wooden boards lying horizontally over. The woman was standing on the wooden board. I saw the camera man approaching and I asked him what was going on but he was just holding the camera and continued to shoot. When I saw the woman turning backward and her ass was pointing at my face I began to realize what was going to happen, but I still couldn’t believe it because I literally never signed up for this. The effect of the alcohol was starting to kick in and I was losing grip of consciousness. Then a slew of feces started to land on my face and at that realization I started to sob uncontrollably. Several women and men took turns defecating on me. My face, my upper body, my hair, my eyes, my nose and ears were all covered with feces. My feet and hands were tied behind my back and there was no way for me to move away. I knew this type of thing had been done before in JAV, but I never imagined that this was happening to me. The most disgusting thing I ever saw—was when several of the men took a handful of feces from the container I was lying in and put the feces into their own mouths. They told me it was very delicious and urged me to do the same. Two of them got on top of the glass container, took away the wooden board and forced a funnel into my mouth. One of them held the funnel in my mouth and another guy slowly started to dump feces mixed with urine into the funnel. I could never even imagine myself eating my own feces; now I was forced to eat the feces and urines of a hundred strangers. I had swallowed so much feces my stomach was starting to become bloated. The sensation that other people’s feces was now in my stomach made me want to die. When they finally took me out of the glass container I felt like being lifted out of hell and when I recovered my strength a little and regaining more consciousness I found myself lying naked in a plastic-wrapped mattress. Then they gave me my money and told me to go home. I felt maybe it was all a dream but then I looked over my body and saw all the bruises I realized it was not a dream. I was vomiting non stop for several days and my vomit looked like a brownish liquor, so I know it really happened. The producers also gave me the number of a doctor to call in case I have symptoms of infections as well as antibiotics to take. I went to see the doctor they told me to see and he said that “consumption of feces is not hazardous to your overall health and some animals regularly consume feces.” The studio made my ordeal into an AV and it was released into the market, advertised as “4 hour real non consensual rape, scat, vaginal destruction”. I never had the courage to watch my own movie, but I made enough money to move out on my own.
After that time I would never want to do another AV shoot anymore. I was thoroughly traumatized I just wanted to die. I was also fascinated by how many AV actresses in Japan were subjected to the same treatment I had. I did some research on my own, asking my acquaintances, finding out more about the studios, etc. The big name actresses rarely got treated like I was. Most of the time it was the novice actresses, or the foreign Asian women who were treated like this. I had always wanted to believe I was Japanese, but I was half Japanese; and a half Japanese was still considered as a non-Japanese. It didn’t make any difference. I saw several productions in which the women seem to have been genuinely raped and I couldn’t even bare to look at it. And I also started to realize that there were a lot more Chinese women like me in the JAV industry than I had ever realized before. Most of them were not the big named JAV actresses with lots of glamour; most of them remained nameless and thankless in their valiant effort to bring sick pleasure to their audience. But at least we made money, and money was our only form of comfort.
I love you forever.
A few weeks ago my white boyfriend with whom I have been with for the last three years had found out about a private bdsm gathering dedicated to “the humiliation of asian women by white gods”—that was the name of the gathering. Even when I just heard the name of the gathering being mentioned my heart jumped to my throat, and my boyfriend was expecting to bring me to the event and induct me into this “new society”. The entire week I was restless, anxious, basically a nervous wreck. I couldn’t sleep at night and I couldn’t concentrate on my work and when my clients talked to me I was absent minded. As that Friday approached my heart was knocking at my rib cage nearly every second. I was extremely scared and yet excited beyond the bounds of my endurance—I had always tried to build a facade of order and elegance to hide the sordid tides of my inner life, and to waylay against those secret cravings that I fain would rather never admit in public, the urge, the need, the burning desire to be dominated and humiliated, those sick and unhealthy desires of my sick mind, and now …. My futile struggle against myself. The powerful recurrence of tides within me sought out my own destruction, from without as from within like a thousand natural shocks that my flesh is heir to had thronged and jostled fiercely against my crumbling defense, drowning me again me and again in a sea of sorrow and unfulfilled longings and yet I never die. The shadow of my dreams cast over me as my ultimate humiliation date loomed close, when my real self would be exposed in front of the world
The he car ride was a seasick experience and as we were nearer our destination my flesh burned to appease those fierce longings that were ready to burst out of my chest. I cared little about anything else; my life—a tissue of subterfuge and falsehood without this final realization. At that moment, beside the savage desires which I brooded on for days and nights nothing else mattered.
We went into a gated community and on the private lawn I witnessed the most eerie scene up to that point in my life. There were over hundreds of people, all white men dressed in suits, and next to each white man were naked asian women kneeling by his side. Whereas the white men all wore black suits and were of all shapes and form, some bald, some short, some old and ugly, some young and handsome, some fair haired and bespectacled, some big bellied and moustached; and the asian women, were all naked, young and slender, smiling and kneeling with grace. I felt ashamed and degraded just being there. I am not a cheap asian whore like the rest of them. I went to a prestigious college and worked in finance. But to my white gods, I am just another cheap asian whore eager to be dominated by the master race, the white race of gods.
“We celebrate, in this hour, the founding of our new society. It was only yesteryear that we had our first meeting and yet in just one year we have gained over a thousand new members, world wide. The great conflagration within everyone’s heart had no where to see its exhaustion, so we rejoice once more at the recurrence of this happiest event of this long year’s passing and the commencement of the victory of this night.” A booming voice was overheard over the podium. He was a lanky old man with white hair and stooping shoulders. His face was wrinkled and the drooling skin dropped over the necktie he was wearing. Next to both sides of his were two young beautiful women, both asian, naked and bound in hemp rope, kneeling on the wooden platform, their hands behind their backs, their long silky hair up to heir naked shoulders.
“True, our victory is but trifling, and the day will remain in the ascendant yet a while, but its oppression is breaking, and its weltanschauung and value-judgements in tatters. The night shall fall and a new beginning shall come—night’s victory shall be seen by all.”
As I had just stepped out of our car my boyfriend had violently stripped me out of my dress and pushed me down on my knees, like one drop of urine I merged with that sea of asian women kneeling and crawling on the grass lawn. “A new beginning.”—my flesh melt, thawed and resolved itself into a dew as I heard that phrase. The lanky old man was sanguine and cheerful and he yelled to us: “James!” That’s my boyfriend’s name. “Come over here. I see you brought your girlfriend over. Let her speak.” He was referring to me. I didn’t really think I was going to become the herald of a new beginning. I was just kidding for god’s sake. If I were not kneeling at that moment, I would have knelt down from the weakness of my knees anyway.
A transcript of I said at the second annual gathering: “asian woman will restore White man to his rightful in the world”
“I’m actually so embarrassed right now I am at loss for words. I’m crying not because I am sad, please don’t misconstrue my tears. I’m crying because I am happy, I am so happy that so many of us like minded people have finally gathered together to create our new society. I never realized there were so many people who thought the same thoughts as I had thought and I couldn’t believe my eyes as all of you before me, sharing the same ideas that I did share so secretly for so long. I couldn’t believe it. I am sorry if my thoughts are somewhat disjointed because I didn’t think I was going to speak in front of so many eyes. … Some might question why should asian women even be among white men, and much less to engage in discourse with white men or to become the girlfriends and wives of white men. What right do asian women dare to tell White men how to live? Despite my lily white skin, and large round eyes, I am just another inferior Japanese girl who ought to be denied of my own existence, sent to the Gestapo and exterminated just like a dirty Jewess. I am not even worthy to be a slave to superior White men. After all, the descendants of Nordic conquerors have hitherto dominated over all human kind, from the Roman Empire to the British Empire to the American Empire, and there is no place for me to exist. I am, moreover, just diluting the gene pool of the pure White race by seducing good honest White man to have genetically inferior babies with me, for by being his semen receptacle I have successfully mated with the most masculine and powerful man on earth, a White man, and my evil plan to destroy the White race has succeeded. But you are mistaken! For one thing, I am so ashamed to say it, but I feel white women have so utterly failed at their duties toward respecting, honoring and obeying their white men, that those white women, so utterly arrogant and obnoxious, would rather offer war where they ought to kneel for peace, and there therefore presents the opportunity for asian women to take over the duty truanted by white women. As an asian woman, I will always treat with white man as my lord, my life, my keeper, my sovereign and I will always be obedient and devoted in my service to my white man. As a Japanese woman, I find that the White race is the most superior race and the most masculine race, whose superiority and dominance is achieved through a genetic dominance as evidence through conquest and war. In my ideology, I see the west representing the masculine type: glorious, divine, supreme, victorious, dignified, strong, courageous, superior, unyielding; and whereas the east represent the feminine type: submissive, docile, obedient, passive, defeated, humiliated, weak, meek, timid, inferior, yielding; and it is the natural order that the feminine type should serve the masculine type; and I am flattered by my White boyfriend who chose to mate with me. I, as my gratitude, show him my utter devotion to him, the devotion befitting a slave belonging to her master, and I am being completely subservient to him in every aspect of our relationship. I am willing to do anything to please him no matter how degrading and how painful it is to me; as long as he is pleased. But what I do is nothing so significant. What I do for my white man is merely what a woman ought to do to a man, as it has been done for the thousands of years until the 1960s, so in essence asian women are merely replacing white women who relinquished their natural roles.
“And secondly, some might argue that race mixing is wrong, and that asian women and white men will produce racially inferior children. Well, that is simply not true.. First of all, hitherto all noble races are the races of conquerors from the Germanic blond beasts of prey to the Scandinavian Vikings. A man of a noble race was never a racial purist who stupors in his own community and inbreed with his own females. No. He goes out and conquers the inferiors races by murdering inferior weak men and raping inferior weak women. A Spartan woman alone does not give birth to a real man, for all Spartan women were kidnapped from other nation states; she can only give birth to a real man by being impregnated by a real man, a Spartan man, a warrior and a conqueror. There is no such a thing as a pure race. All humans today are the descendants of conquerors and their slave women. And even if, let’s say, we were to breed a pure race, what would this race look like? Well, it would be a race of inbreds, because as one becomes more “pure”, the gene pool shrinks, and there would be no genetic variation within this gene pool. …
“Some Americans look to Japan with a sort of nostalgia thinking that all Japanese are so pure in blood and so homogeneous in culture. As a Japanese national, I can tell you that that is simply not true. It is said that the aboriginal Japanese were Germanic descendants who sailed to the Japanese seas some 200,000 years ago, and then there were those that came from China, Korea, and Taiwan. So in essence the Japanese you see today are the mongrels of Whites, Chinese, Koreans, and Taiwanese. We are anything but a pure breed. I myself, for example, had a White grandmother, and Japanese father, and a Chinese mother. (My grandmother was a German national born on a Dutch colony and my grandfather had throughout his life treated her as a White goddess, so much so that when he greeted her he bowed down to her and kissed her feet—even when she was old; on the other hand, because my mother was a woman of inferior race, my father constantly beat her and would treat her as a domesticated dog; even now I remember seeing my mother naked except for a collar and leash around her neck and being forced to crawl around our house, sometimes outside the house as well. I do not actually see anything immoral in my father’s treatment of my mother because that is the natural order of race, that men of the superior race should dominant and subjugate women of inferior race as it has been since the dawn of mankind. And since Japanese is the most superior asiatic race, Japan has the right to dominate over all other asian races, and but since all asian races are inferior to the White race, all asian races must submit to the white race.) In general Japanese is much more assimilated into the West than any other asian people and we are also more White-looking as well and there are perhaps at least a quarter of million mixed children born of Japanese mother and White fathers in Japan. I suppose that is why Japanese is considered superior to the other Asiatic people precisely because of our white genetics, and of course, if anything, Japanese are a pure race and no race is a pure race. Racial purity has never existed, has never worked, and will never work.
“What then? Do you think asian women will abolish the white race by making every children mixed with inferior asian genes? Nay, asian women are not here to abolish the white race, but to complete and preserve it. Today, we see more and more white men and asian women reuniting together, not to destroy the white race, but to preserve the great white race, but the white race will NOT be eliminated through race mixing. Of course not! White and asian as racial types will remain, just as white masters who once bred black slaves did not put an end to white and black racial types. The next generation of racially mixed children will still be divided among white and asian. Those who look white will be simply accepted as white and they will go on to reproduce and identify themselves as white; those who look asian will be asian and they will reproduce with other asian women; and if it’s a girl then she will always reproduce with a white man, no matter she looks white or asian; if it’s a boy, then, well, for me personally I will abort any asian boy, but if he is born, then if he looks white, and can pass as white, he will be white, but if he looks asian, then he can always go back to asia to find an asian woman to reproduce with. …
“I envision a world, a world in which white men will be enthroned to his rightful place in the world by submissive asian women everywhere—asian women who recognize, through enlightenment, their own natural roles as the auxiliary, facilitative utility for the most benevolent dominant race of men that god has created on earth, that is, white men, white gods. I envision a new world in which every asian woman must realize her destiny is to be the semen receptacle for white men, and all asian women must always kneel and prostrate before white men and all asian women must obey the commands of white men with absolute obedience. Today as I am kneeling on this wooden platform and I see already so many asian women who are similarly devoted to serving White men as I am, I feel so exuberant, so moved and I want to cry yet again, because I am so happy and proud of each and everyone of you. Though I know a lot of you actually hate me, because, let’s face it, asians hate each other, and asian women tend to hate one another even worse, but our hatred will give away to love and to a common purpose, and that purpose is to serve white men. In our inferiority we are exulted; in our infirmity we are strengthened, by white men. North East asian women in general are more white-looking compared to women of other races such as the Indians, Africans, and South East asians and in my very humble opinion, I think the North East Asiatic race makes a perfect beta race to complement the Alpha White race, as the servants and pleasure slaves for White men; but the ugly ones perhaps should be sterilized to prevent them from interbreeding with white men. … I had often dreamed of an utopia in which, since east asian men are in general feminine and submissive, they should be castrated and serve as eunuchs to White men, whereas asian women should be used for the sexual recreation of White men, and now our new world order is at hand. …
“North East asian women should never be White man’s enemy, but his most devoted admirer, and together we asian women and white men will be the champions of true equality.
“Asian woman will be the new keeper of White man’s civilization and we will together preserve, cherish, and worship this new religion, and from henceforward every white man shall be born a god, to be worshiped in asian women’s idolatry. Sure, there are and will be enemies of our new found religion, (so much for the freedom of religion and the freedom to worship whomever we wish,) people will harangue, intimidate and try to silence our new religion, a religion in which White man shall by his natural rights reign supreme as the new deity, and where asian woman by her natural biological destiny serve as the most beloved subjugate of White man. People will be angry at us, people will rage and people will try to stop us; people will say we are sick and deviant, but isn’t every new religion sick and deviant in the beginning? Who crucified the Nazarene to that cross? Were not those Pharisees still alive today but dressed in different shades and creeds? We are discontent with our current utilitarian paradise, where, the current deity declares, all men and all women of all races are created equal. We do not wish equality. Neither do you. We, all the asian women kneeling here today, recognize and realize we are inferior, inferior by our natural biological right as women of an inferior race, and not only that, but we are in debt to the superior white men who saved us from asian hell so that we could live in white men’s paradise, this great paradise god bestowed upon the white race and as natural as water flows from the mountains asian women shall serve white men as the most loyal and obedient subjugate. But there is trouble in our paradise. White men, for lack of better words, are the beautiful tyrants, the benevolent conquerors, the honorable tormentors, who ravished Asia not to destroy, but in order to save it, and shame on anyone who thinks that it was a crime for White man to have colonized all parts of the world, for he had the right to—he had the excess of power and dominance to; any other race would have WISHED that he could dominate the world as White man dominated, and as yet he is the most benevolent dominant this world has ever seen. Prefer you to any other conqueror than a white conqueror and he would have burned and pillaged the world to ashes. But this world is so ungrateful, this world, this current world, created by the old deity, and who still speaks by the codes of the last millennium, and who still operates to the locutions of pre-French Revolutionary ideas that ultimately lead to chaos, death, and slavery, is not a friend to White man, and neither is this world’s laws created by this old Oriental deity; those laws are meant to restrain White man. White man is born, and everywhere he goes he is in chains. Everywhere a White man will face reverse-discrimination and be guilt-ed into doing what his hearts wish not to give consent. How could any person of any race treat White men with such disdain: the discoverers of calculus and quantum mechanics, inventors of steam engine and printing press, builders of Hubble telescope and CERN accelerator and explorers of every sea and of every ocean tranche and of the infinite space, the men behind every known accomplishment in the world, the White gods? But the hope of a new beginning is embedded into the founding of our society, in which asian women will restore you, my white god, to your throne, and we asian women will serve as your shield. We will deflect every accusation, every false homage, every brooding attack of the merciless knife.
“What has this world come to, when White man cannot defend against himself? That an asian woman must speak out for the preservation of the white gods? That is why we are founding this society, and we asian women are the essential component to founding this society as much as the white men, that is the true equality—by accepting our inferiority we find true equality, true freedom, and the truest of truth—because we know we cannot let white men be burdened any further or else they would be driven into extinction by the current deity, that old Oriental deity who shed his old linen garment and disguised into secular progressive socialism—we know his name but we utter his name not—who want to make everyone equal, who want to make everyone happy by making everyone unhappy. Inventor of Communism is another one from this same tribe, and Communism has not worked and will never work, and yet the current deity wants to give us Communism. No. We don’t your Communism. No chinese woman wants your Communism. No asian woman wants your Communism. We know we are inferior to white men whom we worship, and we out of our own volition prostrate before our white gods and worship them. It is right, it is natural, it is beautiful, it is the true content of true freedom, true equality, true justice, the true biological-racial truth.
“So to the current deity we say, we don’t want your equality. We don’t want your Communism. Yet when you give us freedom and free choice and when we exercise that free choice and to choose to be slaves to white men, you chastise us, and you insult us for our choice. You want to make us out to be victims, and blame the white men. No, no, no. It is not White man’s fault. Let it be our fault, asian women’s fault, it is our choice, our freedom that we submit to the white men, and it is what we see as natural and benevolent. It is our new religion. So let us commence, let our white gods humiliate us, torment us, O the happy torment, degrade us, not because we are the victims, but because we enjoy it, rape us, by the most romantic rape, ravish us, by the most divine ravish, the wasting fire of lust within me can no longer be restrained. I am trembling as I speak those words, as my eyes grow dim and as a shard of glass stabs my heart. So my white gods, I beg you, let the dawn of our new society begin, let “the humiliation of asian women by white gods” begin now, at the onset of this night.”
In the next few months, thanks to my boyfriend and members of the society, I had met many white men-asian women couples similar me and my boyfriend and I had started the earnest effort to collect all the stories and writings sent to me by various different authors, mostly and mainly of submissive asian women who share the same belief and some of whom are now the happy members of our new found society, and they all hail from such such different backgrounds and whose life stories yet I was both pleased and quiet stunned to find out were so similar to mine own, and some of those were so intense that I was reduced to tears after reading them, and in culling all those writings together with my own I want to, not just disseminate them among ourselves but also, to bring our experiences to more white men-asian women couples out there and I hope our stories will shed a new light to this world, illuminate our ideas, let more people become aware of our new society, our new religion, and moreover—so many asian women today are still being coerced, on a daily basis, into the tight foot binding traditional minded asian patriarchy that still controls and oppresses them and forces them to choose lives that they do not want to live and pressures them and shames them to choose sexual mates that they are neither attracted to nor want to be with—demystify whie men-asian women couples as exotic, un-shame that shame that we so long bear and unburden ourselves, and, once and for all, let it be known—free asian women from that oriental bondage; free asian women from asian men’s sexual oppression and let asian women choose whom they really want to have be with—let it be known that it is glorious for asian women date white men, it is glorious to worship white men and it is natural and even dignified to be the white men’s semen receptacle. Let the beam of a star shine through this loathsome world, let the world be pregnant with this new god.
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