Sunday, September 25, 2011

Asian Finger Bangin' B-Girl

I have to share this with you all because it's creatively brilliant.  Props to Ms. B-Girl DeeDee for holdin' her fingers down on the table top dance floor!

...And ya don't stop!!

Monday, September 19, 2011

The Slanted Screen: An Afterthought

I sent one of my friends Alpha-Asian's blog reposting of The Slanted Screen.  He replied with an interesting afterthought I'd like to share with my readers.
Thanks for sharing. 
I heard about this documentary a few years ago, but never got around to watching it. I think in some ways the progression of Asian-Americans in Hollywood was, and is, inevitable. AA's typically come from cultures that have stood the test of time. The values of these cultures - work ethic, frugality, patience, etc. - are still relevant and effective today. 
Of course, these values are only part of living a truly fulfilling life in America. The values of American culture that are typically missing from AA's are the ones that we aim to cultivate in the game--rebelliousness, bravado, sexuality, dominance, etc. It's already apparent to me that AA's are generally much more attractive now than 20 years ago. The prominence of AA's will continue to evolve; and I think this is a direct result of the work of our parents and grandparents. You need a foundation of survival before you can run off and game. I believe there will be a time when AA men will pull any type of woman just as easily (more passive game; less active game). Unfortunately for us, we're not there yet, so we've got to fight the current. 
Interestingly though, as with so many things in life, these perceptions shift dramatically from place to place. An asian girl I met yesterday pointed out that she didn't think I would be into her, because all the asian guys she knows only date white girls. Even my ex once commented she was surprised I was into her, because she just assumed (by my attitude and demeanor) that I only dated white girls.  And this is not the first time I've heard this.   
Science-fiction writer William Gibson once said, "The future is already here--it's just not evenly distributed." 


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Gaming - Track 1: PRESS PLAY

"Enough about you dude. How about some stories from fellow comrades of yours?"

Glad you asked.  I've decided to post this story from one of my buddies who has learned the tricks of the trade. Though the story ends with him finishing at the 1 yard line as opposed to a touchdown. Nevertheless, it is still a fantastic story.

Others can suggest limitations for us. But only we can impose them ...

Two thousand something. Me to my then-girlfriend, Asian: "I promise myself, before I die I will bury my face between a white girl's legs."

Present day. I have buried my face between a white girl's legs.

And long legs they are -- she's 5-9 in bare feet, a former model who used to get paid to tan.

We met a couple hours earlier at a party thrown by a mutual acquaintance. She made an immediate impression when she entered -- tall, outgoing, with strong bone structure and a stylish haircut.

In the first few minutes after she arrived, she managed to reveal to the room that she spoke French and had modeled in Europe for a long time.

At some point later in the evening, I suddenly found her at my shoulder. She was beaming. And indirectly asking about my relationship status: "So you've got a girlfriend -- she couldn't make it?", or something else transparent like that.

I recognized the indication of interest for what it was and kept my cool. Not only did I answer in a non-needy way, I was brutally honest -- our relationship had gone through the wringer, my heart was broken and so on. But I made clear that the split was definite, that I wasn't pining over her.

She gave me a similar story of her own. We proceeded to banter for 10 or 15 minutes about nothing consequential. Truth be told, I wasn't keeping track of conversation threads. I was gauging her interest by disqualifying myself ("What do you do?" "I'm unemployed."), putting on mini-vacuums, eye coding elsewhere in the room and varying the openness of my body language. She double- and triple-checked on the subject of whether I had a girlfriend, probably to test my congruence.

I concluded that I wasn't being nearly as interesting as her behavior made me seem. All systems go.

We'd exchange numbers, at the very least. Or that's what I figured until I suddenly saw her in the foyer, bundled up and ready to leave. She hadn't said goodbye to me, hadn't even looked in my direction.

Maybe her buying temperature had dropped. Maybe she got cold feet. Or maybe the social pressure was too high.

Only one way to know for sure.

I gave her a 10-second head start out the door, then said my own goodbyes, bundled up and left.

I was expecting to catch up with her outside. But I made it down only one flight of steps before I heard her voice, a floor below me. She had stopped on the landing.

"Are you following me?" she asked, coyly.

"No," I said when I reached her. "Are you waiting for me?"

She laughed and turned to continue down the steps.

And she reached back for my hand.

Game on.

As soon as we got outside, she put her arm in mine. She announced that she was drunk and that she didn't know where we were going (translation: "Take advantage of me!"), and I said the same, along with, "Are you kidnapping me?" Role reversal.

I noticed through all this that she was walking with purpose. And so was I.

She questioned me again about following her, and I teased her for waiting. After a couple rounds of this, she made her intentions known:

"I think you're really attractive."

That was all I needed to hear. I stopped her in her tracks, pulled her close and kissed her, tongue and all. No pullback.

Just as quickly, I pushed her away and killed the momentum by introducing everyday topics -- biographical info and the weather, for instance. I dropped in "Where do you live"? -- that oldie-but-goodie. We continued walking, and I stopped her intermittently to kiss her again.

"Let's have one more drink," she said. She needed a little more coaxing, apparently.

We passed a couple blocks without seeing a bar. Then her request changed:

"Take me to the subway. I'm going home."

Buzz-kill. I decided that if we did find a station nearby, I would send her off by herself. I wasn't up for pumping her buying temperature under the glare of fluorescent lights, with a Greek chorus of bums watching. (It was past midnight.)

But another couple blocks went by, and no subway station. She admitted that she didn't know where we were.

I took that as my cue to hail a cab. When we got inside, I kept my mouth shut. We hadn't said where we were going, so whatever directions she gave to the cabbie would be the final sexual IOI I was looking for.

To her place, she said.

The making-out resumed. Mind you, I hadn't even broached the topics of sex or going to her place at this point. But that's not my style. Some guys are dominant and highly sexual; I happen to be safe and comforting.

I have no problem with building sexual tension. But I save the explicit talk until the threshold of no return.

Sun Tzu:
The rush of water, to the point of tossing rocks about. This is shih.
The strike of a hawk, at the killing snap. This is the node.
Therefore, one skilled at battle --
His shih is steep.
His node is short.
She let loose with assorted Anti-Slut Defense phrases as the cab drove: "This is crazy!" "I just met you!" "I don't even know you!"

I said in return, "I didn't know you existed before tonight." My meaning: I'm no better off than you in this situation, and I'm not responsible for assuaging your anxiety.

The ride wore on. She went to telling me how sexy she thought I was, how much she liked my hair (amid grabbing handfuls of it).

Then she said what had to be one of the most beautiful phrases I've ever heard from a woman:

"I have an Asian fetish."

And a little later:

"I'm taking you home with me."

At her place, she was quick to get me on the couch and start stripping the both of us, with the lights full on. This woman knew what she wanted and wasn't shy about it.

After our first, unsuccessful attempt at sex, we agreed to try again in the morning. But suddenly there she was, sitting on the couch dressed in her nightie, staring past me and speaking solemnly.

"You're going to leave now. We're not going to have sex in the morning. It'll be some other morning. I would prefer that."

I may have responded verbally to this. I don't remember.

What I do remember is picking her up, to peals of laughter, and cavemanning her into the bedroom.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


My friends and I started picking up again. Yes, what some of you shun and call a scam I call fun!

It's a skill that I believe has been neglected by too many Asian-American men, because they're too busy becoming academically inclined instead of being socially inclined. That's not to say one shouldn't focus on college and their career path, but I believe that in order for Asian-American men to advance in a white and black American society they should master the Art of Socialization and Seduction. 

I refer to the both of these as an art because it follows the definition of what an artform is. When I think of the word "art" I associate it with the word "skill". There are two definitions of this word. According to Google art is defined as,
1. The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.
2. Works produced by such skill and imagination.
If being able to talk to beautiful and even not so beautiful women were so easy, then why wouldn't everyone be doing it?

Plain and simply put, it's probably one of the most challenging things a man will ever do in his entire life. And in order for something to become a skill, it takes PRACTICE. That is what the Game is about. Being able to attract a woman because you're of a certain ethnic background, height, etc is not Game. It's more luck than anything and doesn't require any skill. Having a non-Asian girl attracted to you because she "likes Asian guys" doesn't require any skill just like a white guy who gets an Asian girl who "only dates White guys". What skill did you develop and perfect to become an Asian? Oh that's right, you didn't because you were born with it. In fact, you spent more time honing your SAT skills back in high school than anything else (Btw, there's nothing wrong with this either...just an example of what I mean by developing a skill. You should be focusing on your studies as a student. Don't misconstrue my point).

When you first start off doing some sort of art, it's very unnatural or robotic. As you continue your journey whether it be involving martial arts (see previous post LOL), dancing or even something stereotypical such as programming, you gradually become fluent in that artform. It is at that inflection point where people begin to characterize you as "a natural" when in fact several years ago you might have been socially inept. There are very few of us out there who are innately social creatures with the ability to socially navigate through a circle of strangers. Its daunting and in some cases terrifying. However, I've become inspired by my close friends who are all on a mission to do something bigger and better for not only themselves individually but also to the Asian-American male community as a whole.

I know for a fact that my fellow Asian brothers and I shocked everyone in the club in SoCal this weekend when people saw two Asian guys Gaming some of the hottest White, Asian, Black and Latinas in the club. And it ain't hard to tell when you see out of the corner of your eye that everyone is looking at you, because you're making out with an attractive caucasian women who is taller than you on the dancefloor!

Time to press restart and Game on.