I performed this piece several years ago–twice. Once in MN, and once in SF. I have decided to blow the dust off it and publish it because it semi-relates to the topic at hand today. Or not. I was going to write another piece, but I decided I didn’t feel like it, so this is all you get today.
To me, the continuation of the hypersexualization of Asian women is mystifying. It’s also queasy-making because behind much of it is the myth that Asian women are submissive, servile, and meek. Look at the geisha! Look at the concubine! Um, look at the history and the way society oppressed those women. It’s not like we Asian women have an inherent ‘meek’ gene. Believe me, we don’t. Or, I should say, I don’t. In fact, I had been dumped by numerous white guys because I wasn’t submissive enough. In other words, I didn’t fit the stereotype.
I used to tell them, “I grew up in Minnesota. I am as exotic as lutefisk.” That didn’t stop them from wanting to find out if all the whispers about Asian women were true. Needless to say, they were quickly disenchanted. Putting aside te fact that I am an Asian AMERICAN and that most of the Asian American women I know are strong, mouthy types, I just had no interest in perpetuating that stereotype.
On the opposite side is the dragon lady. You know, the Chinese-pretty woman (think, Lucy Liu) who is a tigress in bed. She is a dominatrix, and she knows seventy-six ways to sexually please a man. Half of those include whips, chains, and nipple clamps. While I may indulge in any or all of the above diversions if I so choose, it’s also not a mainstay of my personality.
In other words, I am much more than a walking stereotype. Which is how this piece was born. It is better to see performed than to read, but there is little I can do about that. Enjoy.
hey, white boy, you wonder what it’s like between my yellow thighs
to dive into the exotic behind my inscrutable eyes
my lips parted as i fake my orgasmic cries
i don’t think you realize
as you sexualize
and eroticize
hmm, perhaps even fantasize
dare you fetishize…
well, imagine your surprise
it’s all a bunch of damn lies.
you think my yellow pussy will be so tight
and oh, baby, it’ll feel so right
as you fuck it late into the night,
riding me with all your might
i provide more bang to the bite
my pale skin shimmering cool white
under the waning moonlight.
geisha girl, madame butterfly, concubine
to you, a stereotype so divine
my yellow skin tastes sublime
goes down smooth, like an aged wine
i suck your cock with a talent so fine
as we begin to bump and grind
i blow your mind.
suzie wong, a hooker with a heart of gold
sassy, sexy, a little bit bold
i’ll warm you up when you get cold
watch my fan fold and unfold
eyes lowered, waiting to be sold,
tales from the orient never to be told
that stereotype so fucking old.
you want me submissive, to walk on your back
with my slanted brown eyes and long hair, jet-black
you can’t wait to get me in the sack
so you can fuck me like a mac
sexual secrets, i must have the knack
that all the white women you know lack
you take that as matter of fact.
it turns you on i swing both ways
i must be one hell of a lay
no need to keep your fantasies at bay,
as you picture two women so gay
our clothes in wild disarray;
well, imagine your dismay
when we won’t let you play
and make you come some other way.
there’s just one thing you refuse to see
you can’t own my sexuality
i don’t give it away for free-
you’re a fool if you really believe
you could ever keep up with me.
you mouth the word diversity
making it sound more like a plea
to find you not guilty
i won’t soothe your fragile philosophy
i’m not your fucking cup of tea.
you think the stereotypes might be true?
your eyes light up at the things we could do
my yellow skin marks me as taboo,
bagging me would be such a coup
what do i think-if you only knew
but you, you don’t have a clue-
white boy, fuck you.
As an added bonus–nope, forget it. I was going to link to my least favorite David Bowie song, but I can’t. You’ll just have to look it up for yourself once you figure it out.
That is AWESOME! Not that I am Asian, but so many of your stereo types, have been some of my stereotypes. Mexican women and Native women have our own. You know so much is just cutting women down to subservient and generic cum dumpsters. (Not MY term, I found it carved on a desk in a Female studies class.)
Maybe some of it is that being we are just “women, stereotypes just naturally play out across the board.
Maybe because I have loved a man and a woman I understand the other ones.
I Like.
SillyWhabbit, ouch, what a thing to read on a desk, but sadly, I have heard that one before. I agree that many of the stereotypes for women of color are based on a subservient theme. It’s a power thing, and it cuts across ethnic borders. Plus, I think your observation about the suppression of women in general is spot-on, too. Whichever, whatever, at the time I wrote this, I had run out of patience for that mentality. Thanks for the compliment. Now, imagine me dressed in a black qipao like this one:
http://www.china-eshop.net/ima/qipao/ec/Qipao_EC029.jpg
Except, mine is better quality and has colorful flowers on it. I rocked the damn house.