Cocktail or straight shot?

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I’ve recieved some messages about Draft 1 being racist. I’m not going to apologise for it because I can’t help it. It’s not my fault.

It’s not my fault that 95% of the people that messaged me were Malay men. It’s not my fault that most of them sent me sexual innuendos which can fucking get on my nerves. Get a life please. I’m only telling the truth.

On the flipside, in reply to questions about my “mixed” heritage, I don’t know what I am. I should be a Chinese. But I don’t know for sure. My family doesn’t care. I don’t know if I really have any foreign blood or not. What is foreign anyway? Anyone could have had affairs in between the blood ties. People tell me that I look Korean. People tell me that I look Japanese. People tell me that I look Mainland China-Chinese or Taiwanese. People tell me that I look like a hybrid of any of those three nations. Or all three in fact. Out of the population of the years I’ve lived in, only a handful thinks that I’m Malaysian.

And that’s only when I speak. 80% of the time.

Believed me, you people did. I’m only a tall tale teller after all.

Written by bodicea

July 17, 2005 at 1:14 pm

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  1. You are what you are. Other people’s categories don’t matter.

    Monsters

    April 16, 2007 at 3:43 pm


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