Archive for March 25, 2013

Miss Saigon, she so horny

I’ve held a grudge against Asians in general, and Chinese women in particular [except Cambodians and Filipinos, the “non-Asian” South-East Asians, who I have friends from and marriages with] ever since a Chinese home-owner refused to rent me a room in his government-subsidized apartment because his young wife had told him he can’t rent it to people who weren’t “Chinese peepo”. I didn’t stay long enough to look into his religious convictions. Infact, I have only made it as far as observing that the wife of his buying didn’t speak English and there wasn’t a toddler eating dirt out of the carpet no one was allowed to step on without taking their shoes off that first time I visited their abode. But the powers that “cause the position of the planets, the music of the spheres, the flap of a tiger-moth’s diaphanous wings in Central Africa, and a whole bunch of other stuff that Makes Shit Happen” must have decided to play the Karma card on him then and there. Because a year after he sent me a-packing with my deposit intact and no lease, I came across him begging passers-by to help him push his broke-down car out of harm’s way. I was sitting in the bus, with the driver for company, three stops before the terminal. “I’m driving the bus, and there is only a young woman here”, said the Metro-guy to my would-have-been-Land-lord when the old faggot begged him to lend a hand, “So you gotta find somebody else to help you or push it yourself”.

After the bus was able to move out of the jam, and the old man was safely behind us, I cleared the throat. “I’m glad you didn’t ask me if I could help.” I said “Because I would have passed him by if he was dying in the street. That guy refused to rent me his apartment because I was black!”.

My story first out-raged, then pleased the driver who was, I might add, as white as a polar bear with a sun-burnt face liver-spotted here and there. After telling me I should have reported the Chinaman, or done things to him that only a chosen few need know about, he added now he was glad he didn’t go out to help him. “What goes around comes around, buddy!!” were his final words.

So when I came across the blog Stuff Eurasian Males Like, and the following post in particular, I couldn’t pass it up :-). Yes. I am a mean-spirited small person who hold one man’s ill-deeds against a whole race and enjoys laughing [creating posts on blogs she has no intention of maintaining, as well as sharing the joke with readers at the expense of] people she considers her “enemies” (I.e. Chinese women and East-Indian men – the latter for their distasteful accent)]! Not to mention how self-hatred has always been a strong aphrodisiac to me. I can’t resist a person with it, or their article.

Enjoy. (more…)

March 25, 2013 at 2:01 am Leave a comment


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