A foolish bet is going to get Iruka and his friends killed if he can't find a way to save them from the ruthless king who has imprisoned them. Each night he tells the king stories to buy them more time, but in between the lewd tales he spins, he discovers that not all of his friends are what they seem and neither is the king. Language: English Words: 50,149 Chapters: 8/8 Collections: 1 Comments: 462 Kudos: 2,146 Bookmarks: 629 Hits: 25,096 A series of short bleached-themed stories requested by my readers. Please see the first chapter, rules for more information. Language: English Words: 42,527 Chapters: 14/14 Comments: 152 Kudos: 674 Bookmarks: 179 Hits: 136,344 Just spend some time at an American university and you'll see a lot of young handsome white guys holding hands with Chinese, Japanese, Korean or Viet girls, which bring us to the next point: the vast majority of WMAF relationships occur between young white men and Asian women in their 20s and 30s. Most of the Asian girls that go with white men are either from ultra-modern, affluent, and developed parts of East Asia or affluent, highly assimilated Asian-American communities in our country. Like, oh there’s a roots [sic] that’s behind this it’s not just [crosses arms] we don’t get white girls and we’re just upset…. So I understand why people are angry, but I also understand that it doesn’t have to be this way. And not only do white racists still exist everywhere, but they exist in white liberal circles as well. Take, for example, Zinzi Clemmons’s account of the phenomenon of ‘hipster racism,’ i.e. the racism that one finds throughout all those Yoko Ono Factories. Even the post-racial promise of Obama as a figure has been questioned by Sheila Miyoshi Jager’s account of her relationship with him, which revealed an awareness by Obama of the political importance of the race of his chosen partner.

MYTH NUMBER 2: White men love Asian girls because they are "submissive" and "meek," which means that we can easily walk over them. Momo Yaoyorozu has just started studying abroad in America and already she has gotten into a bit of trouble. Much earlier in my life, I dated an Indian woman who was a psychiatrist. Stunningly beautiful, intelligent, kind, gentle, affectionate, independent. Already a citizen, obviously had a great earning capacity, and earned more than me at that time.Sandy, her sister Cindy, and their mother Sophie, all succumb to Daddy's "charms" Language: English Words: 11,436 Chapters: 8/8 Comments: 1 Kudos: 95 Bookmarks: 47 Hits: 25,241

The discussion around WMAF will always center around why this particular coupling exists in such numbers, but not the other way around. This asymmetry is brought up by each of her male interviewees, as well as most of the women — matchmaker Katie Chen, and Dr. Jane Park of Sydney University. In each case, the assumption is that WMAF is normal and a healthy indication of the acceptance of Asian women by white society, whereas Asian men are unfairly sidelined by social bias. Dr. Park makes reference to a history of colonialism and the emasculation of male subjects, Katie talks about the de-humanization of Asian male faces, and JT Tran talks about the internalized racism that Asian men face from their own female relatives. In short, the aberration in their view is not that Asian women are marrying out at such a high percentage (currently about 36% in the US), but rather that Asian men are not (currently about 21% in the US). Another time, a white man pulled over in his car in broad daylight and, when I looked in the window, his pants had been yanked down to his ankles. He grinned at me as he furiously masturbated before he asked, “Do you want to —” I didn’t hear the rest of his question. Again I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran, not stopping until I saw his car drive away. I don’t disagree with Srinivasan, but it’s worth pointing out where she doesn’t explicitly go, which is to the original question: Should we try to discipline our desires? No! No!! There is a duty to work, to the best of our abilities, toward the transformation of the political, economic and cultural forces that shape our desires. But to discipline desire itself? I think not. For one, talk of disciplining desire has a violent history. The notion that there exists a moral duty to liberate those who are enslaved to their misguided passions is a well-worn justification for colonialism. We might then worry, with Andrea Long Chu, that “moralism about the desires of the oppressor can be a shell corporation for moralism about the desires of the oppressed.” One suspects that the scrutiny of one’s attractions are more often demanded of Asian women than white men. And for the Asian woman—who, as Anne Anlin Cheng notes, is also known as the “Celestial Lady, Lotus Blossom, Dragon Lady, Yellow Fever, Slave Girl, Geisha, Concubine, Butterfly, China Doll, Prostitute”—the call to discipline her own desires sounds an awful lot like a command for her to internalize the racialization of Asian women as sexually deviant. I found it interesting that one of the most widely published stories following the mass-shooting featured positive WMAF representation: She brought her boyfriend to an exclusively Indonesian event. Everyone saw him, and meh we just congratulated her.I wish I could say I ran. I wish, like Chris in Get Out, I understood I was in a horror movie. When Chris sees Rose’s box full of exes, his face contorts in fear. If my expression were captured on film, it would have been dreamy, even wistful. I wanted my photo in that box. I wanted him to choose me. The pleasure of recognition is easily confused with the pleasure of representation. This confusion results from the fact that categories like “Asian American” and “woman” often do translate into similar experiences. For example, I delighted in Jean Chen Ho’s depiction of the Taiwanese night market in the opening of Fiona and Jane (2022), and the plastic couch cover in that one scene in Always Be My Maybe (2019), Ali Wong and Randall Park’s otherwise middling romantic comedy. God, that’s so Asian, my friends and I giggle with glee. But conflating the pleasure of recognition with the pleasure of representation constrains what art can do. As far as Asian American fiction is concerned, it means forever skating on the surface of ethnic aesthetics, unable to—as Virginia Woolf observes of Russian literature—“pierce through the flesh” and “reveal the soul.” In an attempt to understand how their children might feel about their relationship, I stumbled upon the sub-Reddit /hapas. I don’t know what I expected to find, but certainly not what I did: an online community mostly composed of men with an Asian mother and a white father, abbreviated as “ WMAF.” According to the sub-Reddit, WMAF couples doomed their children to mental-health issues because they were the product of a “white worshiping” Asian mother and a white father with an Asian fetish. Believing such pairings were inherently flawed, members exclusively shared posts that upheld this ideology. How can I move through the world knowing that the men who think these thoughts are real? At first my rage was uncomplicated because I assumed none of these women had the slightest inclination about their partners’ true feelings until it was simply too late. But that’s an easy way out of a hard truth. New questions obsessed me: What if I knew and chose to stay? What if I’d sensed clues but tried to ignore them or reason them away? Would a “preference” for Asian women seem not only unproblematic, but harmless, even desirable? Asian girls that date white men are not submissive as they're usually portrayed, nor are they weak. Are there are submissive women that happen to be Asian? Of course. They are not the ones dating white men, though. The Asian women who date white men tend to look for more equal-minded partners, they tend to be highly educated...