I haven’t written about Miu since April.
Recently we had dinner at an Indian restaurant in Shiodome, where Japanese bellydancers came sashaying out (to the yelps of suit-clad salarymen sitting at another table) right in the middle of dessert.
Miu and I discussed sexual fetishes and how race comes into play although we weren’t exactly sure what it meant.
“Pocahontas. Suzy Wong. Thomas Jefferson’s slave,” Miu, 16, said pensively.
“Nonwhite women are so used to feeling honored to be seen sexually desirable by the Opposite Sex at large but especially the white male.”
The pasty stomachs of the dancers rolled around to the music as bells jangled and eyelashes fluttered.
“Does India even have bellydancing?” she asked exasperated.
Miu tells me she has made an important decision.
“I am never going to open up my legs to another white male ever,” she announced.
“Race should not matter, but we are all products of history, and what we do can’t be taken out of context of what people did before us because that’s what’s going on in people’s heads.”
I showed her a poem I wrote a long time ago. It was written tongue-in-cheek but she says the idea is disgusting, politically incorrect on so many fronts.
an ode to the Caucasian male
with the silky blond hair
the emerald-blue eyes
and the cool million dollar grin
I won’t mind being a Suzy Wong for you.
I’m tired of the laundry-men
and the dirty restaurant cooks
who can only smell of won ton soup
and talk about chowmein
they don’t have the powers,
the style you do
seems you’ve got to be white
to really be a man
the long sleek legs
with the acid rock walk
in the hot tight pants
where the warm prick dwells
you see only the race in me
just a stereotype, not my personality
cuz, white man
“I’m going to find me a boyfriend in Tokyo who is like Bruce Lee,” Miu said.
First of all, Bruce Lee is from Hong Kong.
And I didn’t even have the heart to tell her that Bruce Lee married a white woman, and supposedly wasn’t 100 percent Asian himself.
It is sad, though.
Miu told me there was a guy she dated back in the U.S. who explained to her matter of fact that he had discovered Asian women had softer skin than did other races _ as though that was supposed to be a compliment.