(Trigger warning for sexual assault.)
My father once told a less than suitably deferential Homecoming date, “Bring her home safe, early, and happy, and you’ll stay in one piece.”
I was mortified. I was also home safe and right on time.
I went to college thousands of miles from home.
Continue reading A College Story (#233)
The roses are blackened
The violets are dead
Your liver is poisoned
By sugar and bread.
The news is disheartening
An Orange Cretin is King
And won’t do a damned thing. Continue reading An Anti-Valentine for America (#175)
Why do “stop” and “no” have to be wreathed in roses?
When my mother discovered that I had discovered boys, she told me a story about the first time a boy asked her out. He’d called her and asked her to a movie. She’d been so horrified she’d hung up on him. Her much older brother, who had listened in on the conversation, was also horrified – horrified that Mom had been so mean. He’d immediately found her and reamed her out for not considering the boy’s feelings, for being rude, and for not “letting him down gently.”
Continue reading When Turned Down Turns Ugly (#136)
About three years before I met Andy, it was A Very Bad Year for Dating. My boyfriends were:
The Emotionally Abusive Dude
Broody, Moody, Emotionally Unavailable Dude
Sometimes, you just have years like that.
Continue reading Black Valentine (#115)
Will the sun finally go down on Dick?
When I read
Susan Blumberg-Kason’s the book took me back to the relationship I had with Dick, the man who introduced me to competitive dancing. If you want to be taken back as well, check out Good Chinese Wife: A Love Affair with China Gone Wrong, Dick The First and Dick The Second. In short, Dick morphed from charming into controlling as fast as I turned into a decent dancer. Continue reading Don’t Do Dick (#64)
One cannot overstate the number of rhinestones found at dance competitions.
For those of you tuning in for the first time, I’d suggest reading
Part I first. Don’t worry, this post isn’t going anywhere!
I didn’t say much to Dick on our way to my first dance competition in Palm Springs. He drove. (Have you ever noticed how the dominant personality always drives? Useless info I learned in film school.)
Continue reading Dancing with the Dick, Part II (#63)
Until last January, I had no idea that other people had noticed the dearth of Asian Male, White Female couples. I certainly had no idea there was a whole AMWF cyber community. And while I was kinda bummed that I was not, in fact, the first internet interracial love pioneer, I was delighted to find so many other unicorns. Some were even authors!
Susan Blumberg-Kason, for example, wrote a memoir entitled . Good Chinese Wife Continue reading How to Tell the Dancer from the Dance (#62)
You can learn a lot about a guy when you’re stuck in airport lines.
My Chinese-American fiancé and I were friends and dance partners for a long time before we got romantically involved. We spent a ton of time together at airports and hotels, not to mention the dance floor. We got to know each other very well.
Continue reading Once Upon a Time, When We Were Just Friends (#50)
Jocelyn Eikenburg, unofficial President of the AMWF Cyber Society, recently posted several pieces on
Speaking of China about the perception that interracial dating and interracial relationships are more difficult than coupling within your own race.
Well, I can’t speak for everyone else, but dating my Chinese-American guy Andy was SO easy.
Continue reading Dating Horror Stories, or, How I Met JM (#47)