Many times growing up I have explained to people that I am asian. Because this was met with severe consequences which at home meant verbal, phyisical and mental abuse, being drugged and being shocked with electricity, and which in school and in public meant ridicule, exclusion from opportunity and acusations of being a liar, by the time I got old enough to lie, I did my best not to tell anyone I was asian but I never completely forgot.
I remember being very angry that neither becky nor gramps would explain to bill that I was asian.
At school other children would come up to me and chant "chinese japanese dirty knees look at these" and pantomime getting on their knees to suck dick and pulling out their shirts to mimic having breasts because at that time none of us were old enough to really have them.
When I came back to bloomington to complete my degrees, I decided to avoid the issue and just said "i am white" because I didnt want issues to arise.
In one instance I was directly asked point blank by a japanese woman whose english I was studying for a required class if I was Japanese and I said no. I wanted to say yes, how did you know, what do you see, but I knew if I did that she would talk about it and if it was overheard by her english teachers they would tell my professor who would move to have me expelled from school.
One of the reasons I was covering my face for the completion of my degree was that one of my male japanese classmates had determined conclusively that I was one of the lost children of the internment if not a lost keepsake ( I have no earthly idea why "offshore" never crossed his mind) and he intended to let me know the perks of japanese womanhood in a casual way. Not being a casual gal, I wanted to let him know as politely as possible, back off creep, but thanks for noticing.
The other asian male collegues were more like, I'll trade you a little of my classic korean for a little of your classic japanese (also not interested).
And when it comes to whites, when they hit on me the act like they are wanting to show a non white what real good is.
After graduation I started letting my akle length hair grow back and be down. I started exploring asian cooking. All my life whenever I have made chinese dishes they come out tasting Japanese, so it was no surprise that my first attempts at Japanese cooking came out completely authentic. I also began to experiment with the Japanese lifestyle that has made people of my racial backgound perfectly comfortable for more than 8,000 years and the modern variations and adaptations. Evidence of which was scattered all around my apartment and when maitenance came in daily for his sneekapeek, he could see clear evidence of my race betrayal of the whitemans way.
