Tag Archives: China

Eye of the tiger, and other bits

Tigers don’t care much for humor. To be fair, most animals can’t really laugh; but if tigers could let out the occasional chuckle, it would probably fall somewhere in between a hiccup and a dying gazelle. I make that kind of sound as well, mostly when flawless Chinese women ask if I’d like an escort [...]

Mail order love

I’ve always had my reservations about true love. Much like faith, love is hailed as an intangible absolute we’re expected to strive for, and one we’re considered lucky to have. Mhmm. For my part, I have a clear set of expectations from a potential love, and it is a very rare time in my life [...]

When in China

When in Rome, do the Romans. Or something. You won’t find many brothels in China; love for money is a legal no-no. But no worries, you won’t need to. I expected to land on a dirt runway, live with farmers and frolic through rice fields. For some reason *cough* Hollywood*cough* I couldn’t help but associate [...]

Chinese dumplings

Imagine a world where your pleasure is of singular importance, where everyone eagerly caters to your every whim and defines the quality of their very existence through your level of comfort.