this blog is created with a view that my moribund mind, surviving a large doze of diet coke and tropical prinvincial ennui, could be activated and finally could take charge of an inquiry into why men and women commit themselves to flirt with the the exotic. As a young chinese gay man in Macau, here I will file my experience and the updates of my research on interrracial romances.
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Big Deal? or not! Preparing my travel to visit my boyfriend who obviously, if not dumping me, is very very very mad at me for lying to him. We are in a distant relationship. I admitted to one count of adultery (in a rather confessional way) after I got busted for posting a rather sexy ad in gay.com.
I dunno what to think. all the possibille ideas are fighting in my head. One symptom is that I am unable to work. I put myself to writing my frustration down, hoping it would be left here.
there are some stories I needed to make sense of. Now i have got plans.
I will have fun in Paris, no matter what. I will reconciliate and try my best to do it. Not sure how far my patience can stretch. Let me spread my map tonite. Get on.
I dunno what to think. all the possibille ideas are fighting in my head. One symptom is that I am unable to work. I put myself to writing my frustration down, hoping it would be left here.
there are some stories I needed to make sense of. Now i have got plans.
I will have fun in Paris, no matter what. I will reconciliate and try my best to do it. Not sure how far my patience can stretch. Let me spread my map tonite. Get on.
Monday, August 11, 2003
My first Blog. Very excited. I gave birth to this blog at work. Hopefully, my blog will not lack the professionalism as his 'mother' because of this. I am a reporter. We dont follow a strict schedule. We impose ourselves in the places where the so-called news is happening or reacting to us. In this small town like Macau, south of China, a neighbor to Hong Kong, news are fiction as much as romantic ideals. Nobody ever says anything important or this place is never granted any status that is worth the world bothering attention. In this context, (I dont intend or I am allowed to write very long here) I devote myself to exploring love between men or women of different races or cultures. Some information about this writer may be relevant or illustrative of the motives of such inquiry. Well, recently, during my visit to a male gay brothel in Zhuhai, southmost of China, one of the earliest cities chosen for China's open economic policy, i realise myself unable to feel any cool burn between my legs with the same sex of my own race. on the contrary, I can 'almost' fall in love with any white men. This is a little backdrop. This put me in a very vulnerable situation. As Mr. Average could put it, the kind of people prone to love show vulnerability in their personality. It says sth about my case.
