I was at a seemingly Pan-Asian restaurant with Korean comedian Bobby Lee. We were both enjoying hot bowls of sumptous noodles and regaling each other with humorous anecdotes. As he ordered us two large bubble teas, I excused myself to the nearest facilities. Somehow I managed to get myself lost in the building. I found a door which lead to an immense dark room. A middle-aged Asian women yelled at me not to go in but never gave a reason why. Curiousity took the best of me and I walked.
As I walked further into the darkness, something in the center lit up. In the middle of the a soft white spotlight sat a young maiden in Chinese opera white and pink robe. Her face was made up in Chinese opera style - pale and white with flushes of pink around her eyes and cheeks. I looked at myself and I too was dressed in a Chinese opera and made up as a male Chinese opera singer. The girl seemed to be crying and I asked her why. As soon as she saw me, she stood up overjoyed. Apparently she was told to embark on a long journey but not before meeting a young man from another world to help her. There were demons that wanted to harm her along the way so she needed assistance and protection. Feeling quite chivalrous, I decided to go with her on her journey.
As we walked, those demons did appear and seemed to all want something from the girl, something person. One was a giant dressed as a Chinese general. He fed on people's dreams and grew more taller and stronger from them. The second was a woman, a Chinese siren who stole girls' voices so thought her own would remain sweet and melodious. The third was man dressed as a woman, in Japanese kabuki attire. He stole girl's essences and souls to remain soft and graceful. They sough out out this particular maiden as she was beyond pure and the things they sought from her would amplify their skills infinitely.
We managed to outthink and escape each demon. Finally far off in the distance was a bright light. Once we got to it, it got bigger. Without hesitation, we stepped into it. In an instance, we found ourself on a small stage in what looked like a big banquethall. He were surrounded by formally dressed Asians in groups at small round tables, all looking at us with a mix of surprise and annoyance. The demons were also there; the giant had a mike in his hand and was telling jokes in Chinese that apparently the crowd did not find funny. The other two demons were posing stylized. Once the giant saw us, he moved away for us to stand centerstage. Once we did, he audiences began applauding thunderously. As more people stood up to applaud, everyone onstage stood in a final stylized pose as confetti shaped like flower petals showered us.
Was this all an elaborate scene in a Chinese opera that I wasn't aware of? Was this part of the maiden's journey?
Entry 8: Hypocricy in the Motherland ~ Gay Genocide
I was working as a missionary in a remote village in Central Africa. The tribe, whose name I don't recall, appeared to be a mix of the Maasai and the Woodaabe; both tribes are known for praising male beauty. The most noticeable thing upon seeing this particular tribe was that all the men were all strikingly handsome with tall lean bodies, flowing locks and dressed in very nice clothes both in Western and African styles. The tribe also had a very interesting tradition amongst the men; the men regularly slept with each other. Men would woo each other, sometimes forming couples and had sexual relations with each other, sometimes even with a family member. Women were deemed unimportant; their only purpose was to give birth and cook the meals that the men would hunt together. None of the women were allowed to be pretty; in fact all of the women seemed very comely, short of sunk over and dressed in very drab colors.
At some point I was in the central hut with the elders and all of the men in the village. For some odd reason were watching a documentary about the history of homosexuality in the world. All of the men sat strangly aghast; they seemed even appalled and disgusted, some with their mouths wide open. Considering their tradition, I really did not understand this reaction. At some point I walked over to my translater/guide; a very tall very good-lookng young man with beautiful smooth nut brown skin, striking features, piercing dark eyes, full lips and long ebony plaits. I asked him why everyone seemed so disturbed with the documentary. I was told they didn't like people being so free and open being gay. Being "gay" in the Western sense of the world was considered an abhorrence, something to be shamed and hated. "Gays" were effeminate sexual predators giving each other AIDS. In the tribe, men were allowed to have sex with each other as long as they were not in love and more importantly, acted "womanly"... like "gays" Naturally indignant, I announced I was gay. My guide gasped and leaped away as if I were a leper. The crowd of men looked back at us with surprised murmuring to each other and what was the commotion in the back. My guide covered my mouth and dragged me outside. I was told to stand and watch.
There were little boys, all between maybe 3-10, running around the village. Some were laughing as though playing a game while others cried and screamed, obviously frightened by something. Woman ran after a single child with angry hateful faces, fiercely swinging a sickle. One by one, each woman would catch and ultimate kill the child, impaling them upon the sickle's edge. Apparently, their was a tradition that women would ritually kill their own son if they acted like a girl, thus keeping the tribe masculine and pure.
At some point I was in the central hut with the elders and all of the men in the village. For some odd reason were watching a documentary about the history of homosexuality in the world. All of the men sat strangly aghast; they seemed even appalled and disgusted, some with their mouths wide open. Considering their tradition, I really did not understand this reaction. At some point I walked over to my translater/guide; a very tall very good-lookng young man with beautiful smooth nut brown skin, striking features, piercing dark eyes, full lips and long ebony plaits. I asked him why everyone seemed so disturbed with the documentary. I was told they didn't like people being so free and open being gay. Being "gay" in the Western sense of the world was considered an abhorrence, something to be shamed and hated. "Gays" were effeminate sexual predators giving each other AIDS. In the tribe, men were allowed to have sex with each other as long as they were not in love and more importantly, acted "womanly"... like "gays" Naturally indignant, I announced I was gay. My guide gasped and leaped away as if I were a leper. The crowd of men looked back at us with surprised murmuring to each other and what was the commotion in the back. My guide covered my mouth and dragged me outside. I was told to stand and watch.
There were little boys, all between maybe 3-10, running around the village. Some were laughing as though playing a game while others cried and screamed, obviously frightened by something. Woman ran after a single child with angry hateful faces, fiercely swinging a sickle. One by one, each woman would catch and ultimate kill the child, impaling them upon the sickle's edge. Apparently, their was a tradition that women would ritually kill their own son if they acted like a girl, thus keeping the tribe masculine and pure.
Entry 7: Human Evolution ~ New Orleans
In a dystopic future, the sea levels (as predicted) rose to astronomical heights and many cities found themselves sunk below the waves. As the Earth became used to being more oceanic, evolution took place among humans. The human race was split into two groups - those who remained on land and those dwelled beneath the sea. The latter obtained gills, film covered eyes and most important a fish-like tail; they became essentially mermaids and mermen.
New Orleans (affectionately known as "New Atlantis)as well most of Louisiana sank beneath the waves during a catastrophic super-hurricane. Over time the shorelines eroded and the marshy earth made it even more and susceptible to the overwhelming deluges and waves. New Orleans in particular had no hoping of making thru and i an instant, In sank beneath the waves. The descendants of the escapees all spread throughout the country and remained on land. But a few remained on the little land that was left and over time their descendants became used to living in a watery domain and eventually underwater. Eventually, all over the world these "merpeople" created colonies under the sea and major cities were rebuilt to a certain degree.
It seems that I was a merman living in "New Atlantis" and I was the only one of my kind in my family. All of my family were normal humans living on land but due to a strange strain of genetics, I was born a merman. I lived in "New Atlantis" but would regularly visit my family who would meet me at the shore. Unfortunately I could breath air for too long so our visits were always brief.
New Orleans (affectionately known as "New Atlantis)as well most of Louisiana sank beneath the waves during a catastrophic super-hurricane. Over time the shorelines eroded and the marshy earth made it even more and susceptible to the overwhelming deluges and waves. New Orleans in particular had no hoping of making thru and i an instant, In sank beneath the waves. The descendants of the escapees all spread throughout the country and remained on land. But a few remained on the little land that was left and over time their descendants became used to living in a watery domain and eventually underwater. Eventually, all over the world these "merpeople" created colonies under the sea and major cities were rebuilt to a certain degree.
It seems that I was a merman living in "New Atlantis" and I was the only one of my kind in my family. All of my family were normal humans living on land but due to a strange strain of genetics, I was born a merman. I lived in "New Atlantis" but would regularly visit my family who would meet me at the shore. Unfortunately I could breath air for too long so our visits were always brief.
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