The entire book was the word-for-word re-rendering of my mother’s secret diary in which she has painstakingly and ecstatically documented her sexual escapade with all her white lovers, prior to her eventual divorce from my biological father, a Chinese man with a small Asian dick, and before her re-marriage with an white American man, my current stepdad.
Now some of you—my readers—might be judgmental and think that my mother was a slut, a whore, or worse, a racist. Even though I wasn’t very close with my mother, when it all happened I was still in a boarding school in Texas and I didn’t know exactly what was going on in New York with my family at the time, what I do know is that my mother has always been a very good mother to me, and my mother is anything but a racist. In fact she is the very opposite of racist. She is and has always been a champion of equality, diversity, multiculturalism and a lover of white cocks. In fact by having sex with white men she is actively dismantling racism and combating xenophobia among the Chinese, who are very racist against white people. Not only that, but she took care of our family, of my schizophrenic Chinese father who was often abusive, of my Chinese grandmother who was the matriarch of the house, and to whom we requited with knee-worship—for those of you who are not familiar with the inner workings of a traditional Chinese family: the mother of the son is the empress of the house; she has final says on all matter concerning the management of the household: the kitchen, the grocery, the cleaning, and even the going-on’s in the bedroom—yes, you heard it correctly, the mother-in-law will stick her fingers into the sexual affairs of her son and his wife. And she is by such backward and retarded social norms acculturated to be extremely cruel to the wife of her son. Abusive language is not uncommon. And in extreme cases, beatings are administered. I remember when I was very young, I saw my mother and my grandmother arguing and things became so heated that my grandmother hit my mother with her walking cane, and of course my mom was not allowed to hit back, and in stead, when my dad came home, she was made to apologize to my grandmother. My mom was forced to kneel on the ground and beg for forgiveness as my father gave her a harsh whipping with his leather belt. It was part and parcel of living under the oppressive patriarchy of the small dicked chinks, who—unlike White Men who are the very embodiment of freedom, equality, and democracy—live under tyranny, slavery, and oppression and like slaves who work to death other slaves, they oppress their women like slaves when they themselves are also slaves. Ever since I was a little girl, my mother had often taught me, through her own personal experience as a Chinese woman, that being born a woman in China was the single most unfortunate event, and that was why she was so adamant on leaving China and coming to America. China is the only country in the world where female suicide rate is higher than male; China is also the only country in the world where babies can be aborted for being female; China is also the singular country that has the largest number of prostitutes; and not very surprisingly, China is also the largest net exporter of females to the rest of the world; each year, more than 10 million Chinese females leave China and never return, the luckier ones happily married to foreign husbands, and the unlucky ones owned and enslaved by oversea Chinese mafias and forced into sexual servitude or prostitution. If you had any idea of the sufferings that my mother went through, you would then think twice before you judge my mother for her “sexual transgression” with whom she truly loves, that is, superior White Men.
When we first came to America, we had no money, no connection, and no English skills. While my dad, who was suffering from the late stage of schizophrenia, was staying at home all day doing nothing, my mother was out there working in a massage parlor to support our family. Even though she spoke no English, her genteel manner and her delicate fingers won over her clients’ hearts. And in less than a year, she had made enough money for our family to start our very own Chinese restaurant business.
My mother is not only strong, she is also loving and kind. She treats everyone with love, especially White Men, not because they are white, but because they are civilized, gentlemanly and, plainly and simply, superior in every way. She is a very sweet lady and when she was working at our Chinese restaurant business, I have never once met a customer who did not like my mother. Though people showed contempt for my father, a smelly little chink man whom no one respects, and honestly, not even my mom and I had any respect for him, everyone universally praised my mother’s exquisite beauty, her dedication to service; in general, Chinese women are so well received all over the world that we all feel flattered. And grateful too. It was the first time that anyone treated Chinese women as treasures and not as trash to be taken out, as chink men did and still do. In America, finally Chinese women found their true lovers, and Chinese women are treated like the precious jade that we were destined to be. And smelly little chink boys get what they deserve—get beat up by blacks, robbed by hispanics and then, sent back to China by ICE! Lo, behold! Which is also why we love White Men in return. We are simply grateful for the love that White Men have shown to us.
Anyway, it was a pure coincidence that I came upon my mother’s diary a few years ago. At the time my mom had already divorced my dad and we were living in my new white stepdad’s home. I just came back from boarding school for the summer and was ready to apply for college next semester, and one day, my mother told me she had computer problems and wanted me to help her out, and I found in her browsing history many sex-oriented websites and, when I opened them, I saw naked pictures of my mother and pages and pages of blog entries, all dedicated to her sexual fantasies and romantic encounters with White Men. Not only was my mother being shared by multiple White Men, whom she referred to as “white gods”, “white masters”, and “white kings”, but also she was heavily involved in sadomasochism and racial humiliation. My mother had been marked—she was a marked woman, you might even say—as the exclusive property of White Men, with the words “WHITE COCKS ONLY” tattooed on her buttocks, the fetishistic desire for white cocks seared onto her sex organ. There were more than just naked pictures, but also videos of her being gang banged, with many white cocks penetrating all her orifices, humiliated, beaten, and then performing degrading sexual acts, drinking piss, giving rimjobs to those godlike White Men’s hairy assholes, kowtowing to her white owners and licking their feet, tied up and whipped and spanked until her buttocks turned bright red, etc. And she was not sad. In fact she was happy and proud, and openly embraced her role as a happy sex slave, proclaiming to the world, that she is a proud “chink whore for white cocks”.
I was shocked and ashamed, of course. I felt, probably just like you are now, disgusted with my mother. And when the thought of confronting her loomed large, I trembled. I did not know what I should say, the burning hot shame was the least of my worries. But then I realized, a dim light of sympathy kindled my heard. What my mother was doing was no different from me having a white boyfriend, or any other Asian girl who exclusively dates white boys and there were plenty such Asian girls at my school. At the time I already had a boyfriend, and yes he was white, obviously, like a pretty asian girl like me would date a loser asian boy. After all, I began to feel that perhaps, just perhaps, this all made sense, my mother was simply going through what every Asian woman goes through in America, being torn between the need to be obedient, chaste, and traditional, oppressed by evil asian patriarchy and the desire to be free, dominated, liberated, conquered, democratic, and subjugated and empowered by strong, supreme White Men; and not only was my mother not a slut, nay, she was a harbinger, a progressive, a liberal feminist, like Annabel Chong who voluntarily had herself gang banged by 200 white men and refused to allow asian men to participate, or Elaine Chao, who became the first Asian lady to work for the US government by sucking on an old white man’s cock. In stead of shaming them, blaming them, like asian men are wont to do, no I say, Asian women like my mother are actually brave, sexually liberated, strong Asian feminists; they are the fighters; they are the true freedom warriors, if you must use the term, not just for themselves, but for all Asian women. This is what Asian women’s liberation looks like. This is what happens when love and sexual desire crossed the borders of races. This is what interracial love looks like. This is what the future of America holds.
Now, let me say something before I proceed further, if you are not an Asian woman, then you have no idea how much sexual attraction White Men generate for Asian women. White Men represent not just ideal beauty, but also power, not just physical power, but power in every aspect of the word. White Men stand at the apex of power. White Men are the most powerful men on earth, and as women of an inferior race, we are naturally attracted to the earth’s most dominant predators of other men, that is, White Men. White Men are the symplections of power and, much more, White Men are the gods of wealth, intelligence, creativity, wisdom, freedom, military prowess, technology, enlightenment and equality. Neither is it possible to dissociate White Men from democracy. It is White Men who invented democracy, and when Asians all across Asia clamor for democracy, it is merely the sexual cravings for white cocks sublimed. And when White Men brought freedom to Asia, instinctively, Asian women saw it as the freedom to freely copulate with White Men, the most sexually desirable men in the world. For it is precisely for freedom that we suck on White Men’s powerful cocks, and allow his superior white sperm to pour into our tight Asian pussies.
And when I read my mother’s words, and then I thought back to the way I was taken by my boyfriend, a pure bred White Man from Texas, I could not refrain my own sexual awakening and the next time my boyfriend and I had sex, I had the most amazing orgasm while imagining myself being a chink slave, being an inferior woman being sexually conquered by a superior white god. It was the moment of epiphany. …
On the contrary, my mother was furious when she found out—that I found out about her little secret. Deep inside she still wanted to be a traditional asian mother, a tiger mom, that is, and she wanted to forbid me to have sex, while she herself had all the fun. She not only deleted all her photos, all her profiles online, and all her blogs—she had completely erased all her online presence—she also forbade me to ever see my white boyfriend again, knowing that I was involved in a master-slave relationship with him, just as she was with her white master. I became very resentful toward my mother during those times. I had open confrontations with her, over dinner, on the phone (when I was back in Texas), and even when strangers were present. In Chinese culture, we liked to keep our personal conflicts to ourselves and not bicker in front of others, because it is regarded shameful to expose the “hideous side” of family conflicts, and so it is especially egregious when I did that.
Soon my white stepdad intervened.
He wasn’t going to allow a disobedient chink pig in his house. You know, my white stepdad is a very macho white man. He is very dominant and powerful. He would discipline my mother right in front of everyone, me, my step brothers, and our relatives too, make her strip naked and kneel, and then proceed to give her a cruel beating. So when my mother found out that I have been sleeping with my stepdad and threw a hissy fit, my step dad put his foot down and told her it was either his way or the high way, and he kicked her out of HIS house and she ended up working at a run down massage parlor in Flushing sucking on smelly Mexican dicks.
It wasn’t easy for me either, honestly. Even though I hated my chink pig mother for all the cruel treatment I received, at the end of the day she was still my mother and I missed her alot.
It was just a few months ago that we received a call from a very strange number. It had turned out that my mother had been arrested for prostitution. Apparently some nice police officer pretended to be a customer and asked if she would suck his cock for 50 dollars and she agreed, so the cops raided the whole place. According to what she told my step dad and what my step dad then told me, she could face up to 7 years in jail and also need to post a bond of five thousand dollars. I was just amazed. How could you possibly face 7 years in prison for being a prostitute, but apparently this is how American justice system works. Democracy and freedom deal very harshly with those who disobey their laws. It’s actually not that hard to believe. Didn’t some protesters at some political rally face 75 years in prison for just participating in the protest? This actually happened in America. Some idiot might say, “if anyone has said America is still the beacon of freedom and democracy, that person must be a completely retard. America today is more like the Soviet Union.” But I disagree. I think America should rightly deal harshly with those who disobey its laws, and the reason Soviet Union was evil precisely because it was too lax with its criminals. We must lock up more criminals in America, because there are too few prisoners in America.
Anyway, I digress, so my dad had bailed my mom out and hired a lawyer for her. She has go back to court and she can either take some plea bargain, which means that she will admit she’s guilty and receive a lesser sentence, or, if she’s adamant she’s innocent, then she goes to trial and potentially face 7 years in prison.
Ever since she came out of prison, she has become a completely changed person so much so I couldn’t even recognize her. She said being in jail was the worst thing she’s ever experienced. There were so many Chinese prostitutes in prison; rows upon rows of cells were packed with them. Some of them were completely naked, because “when they arrest you, they don’t allow you to get your stuffs,” the sisters explained to her. They called each other sisters in prison. Recently a Chinese prostitute just committed suicide in Flushing when she was being arrested by the police. All she ever wanted was to suck on some cock. But once again I digress. She is now very obedient. My step dad keeps her naked at home and makes her suck all his white friends’ cocks, and also makes her perform lesbian sex acts with me, and she is fine doing all of this. She says being a sex slave at home is better than being in prison, so—I am not sure what they did to her in prison, but I’m guessing we should definitely send more Asian women to prison to make them better slaves for white men.
And of course, by now my mom and I have completely reconciled. Not only does my mom fully support me in my sexual quest for white men, often times my mom and I would share a white man in bed, together, with the approval of our master, my white step dad, of course. Me, my mom, and my stepdad live happily together. My mom has given birth to three beautiful Eurasian daughters, and I too am now pregnant with my first child, bred with the amazing seed of my white stepdad.
And the following pages (within this book) document the suffering, the struggle, and the eventual overcoming of my mom, and me, which in this instance represents not just us personally but the struggle, the lives of all Asian women everywhere, in our complete surrender, our submission, to white men, and to white power. Hail victory to the United States of America!