The mechanics and machinations of attraction are fascinating. Take
my asian fixation. How is that? Why is that? Where did it start? How did it
roost in my mind? ….
my asian fixation. How is that? Why is that? Where did it start? How did it
roost in my mind? ….
I can honestly say
growing up I was not fascinated by asian guys. I had a good friend in elementary
school, CC, who was asian but he was as undistinguishable as any of my
caucasian, east indian and black friends. He did not stand out but was just
another member of our multi-cultural ‘gang’.
growing up I was not fascinated by asian guys. I had a good friend in elementary
school, CC, who was asian but he was as undistinguishable as any of my
caucasian, east indian and black friends. He did not stand out but was just
another member of our multi-cultural ‘gang’.
As high school
started and the hormones began their charge, asians did not turn my eye. I tended
to ‘like’ caucasian guys of the boy-next-door (though geeky) set. ‘Like’ was the
term I used then to explain my interest in guys. ‘Like’, as though it were a
passing fancy, a stage, a phase.
started and the hormones began their charge, asians did not turn my eye. I tended
to ‘like’ caucasian guys of the boy-next-door (though geeky) set. ‘Like’ was the
term I used then to explain my interest in guys. ‘Like’, as though it were a
passing fancy, a stage, a phase.
Eventually, like
every ‘normal’ guy, my eye turned to gals.
every ‘normal’ guy, my eye turned to gals.
And believe it or
not, it started with Grace Jones.
not, it started with Grace Jones.
(I should have known
I was in trouble right then and there!)
I was in trouble right then and there!)
I was fascinated by
Grace, the model-cum-singer, much to my
sister and mum’s horror. I obsessed on her, her albums – yes, albums back then –
and posters of her donned my room (remember her in Conan The Destroyer?). She
was strange, and bizarre, and artsy, and beautiful (in a non-sexual
way).
Grace, the model-cum-singer, much to my
sister and mum’s horror. I obsessed on her, her albums – yes, albums back then –
and posters of her donned my room (remember her in Conan The Destroyer?). She
was strange, and bizarre, and artsy, and beautiful (in a non-sexual
way).
Was it her, in her
androgynous exotic way, that began to turn my eye toward asians?
….
androgynous exotic way, that began to turn my eye toward asians?
….
I remember watching
the Miss Universe pageants on tv and also being drawn towards the oriental
beauties from Thailand and Laos and Vietnam. My sister would joke I would
eventually marry an asian girl … hehe … she got that partly right. I also remember admiring a
silkscreen portrait of a Japanese woman my Great Uncle purchased during WWII in
the Far East. This portrait hung in my gran’s home (and now hangs in mine).
Don’t you think she is beautiful?
the Miss Universe pageants on tv and also being drawn towards the oriental
beauties from Thailand and Laos and Vietnam. My sister would joke I would
eventually marry an asian girl … hehe … she got that partly right. I also remember admiring a
silkscreen portrait of a Japanese woman my Great Uncle purchased during WWII in
the Far East. This portrait hung in my gran’s home (and now hangs in mine).
Don’t you think she is beautiful?
I can also place the
sweeping television series “Shogun” partially to blame. I loved this series and
it sparked a love of all things asian in me. I fell under the spell of the far
east and immersed myself in asian
history and culture (Japanese, in
particular).
At the start of university, my asian
fascination truly took hold. I remember seeing “Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence” in
1983 and seeing Ryuichi Sakamoto and … (sigh) … I was hooked.
fascination truly took hold. I remember seeing “Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence” in
1983 and seeing Ryuichi Sakamoto and … (sigh) … I was hooked.
So, what does it come down to? … I think
this; in my mind’s eye I see the asian male body as the penultimate expression
of ‘beauty’. In all its variations, it remains ‘perfect’ in my eye.
this; in my mind’s eye I see the asian male body as the penultimate expression
of ‘beauty’. In all its variations, it remains ‘perfect’ in my eye.
I wonder, on occasion, whether this
fascination is ‘built-in’. Does an asian facsination gene run in my family? ….
I note this simply because my cousin is also married to a dropdead stunning
Chinese girl, Su-Ming.
fascination is ‘built-in’. Does an asian facsination gene run in my family? ….
I note this simply because my cousin is also married to a dropdead stunning
Chinese girl, Su-Ming.
… things that make you go
hmmmmm…
hmmmmm…
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