Saturday, 18 April 2015

Extended Adoptive Family Dinner.

Hello Readers. I am the yellow sheep of my family, let's talk about that.

I've been the weird one for all sorts of reasons, but mostly that's cosmetic over me personally identifying as Korean and not American. The issue with my extended adoptive family are the same issues I have with my adoptive parents, or any white person. **I only remember anything they've said/done that's racist.

Whether they've meant to or not doesn't matter. Regardless if they view it as racist or not, is not their call. Brown people decide what's racist and offensive. White people do not do not have a say how brown people should feel about race and culture.

Basically, there's all sorts of little comments, actions, and on going "jokes" that paint my family portrait. It's how I remember every single one of them. It's engrained in my memory. I don't appreciate who they are as people with their drugs, drinking, and the poor social structure of how they run their families. But you're supposed to love family despite who they are, right? It's a basic social rule. Sorry, but I'm adopted. There's no blood and I didn't consent to a familial contract. Further more some social rules are stupid.

On top of who they are as people, all the subtle racism makes every inch of me hurt and angry. As a 24 year old I realize that "the mature thing to do" isn't acting civil with people who are psychologically damaging to you. I had to when I was a child, but now the adult decision is to not associate with people who trigger negative racial feelings. Why should I force myself to be around people who only trigger my trichamania and suicidal thoughts?

The reason I'm bringing up my entire adoptive family is there's an impromptu dinner tomorrow. I'm actually reshooting the nude shoot from last year on how adoptees feel in their skin. In the essay that fallows my nude portrait I talk about all the sexual abuse I grew up with. The reshoot is also tomorrow, I could change the time to also make the family dinner.. The problem is my adoptive mom informed me that I cannot speak on the photo shoot or any adoptee released events/writing/speaking.

If I have to hear about all the horrible things they do AND their "subtle" racism.. Then they get to hear all about adoptee culture and my nude photo shoot. If my adoptive mom wants us all to have dinner and be family, Fine. But if it's under the condition I have to act white again and be their racial punching bag, No thanks.

I'm in a really healthy place where every single person in my life is chosen. All my friends and our relationships have been carefully cultivated with those who accept and respect my racial and cultural identity. Why on earth would I risk such a wonderful lifestyle by having dinner with those who have zero respect me as a Korean woman?

So I'm still the yellow sheep of my unconsentual by paper family. I'm ok with that. It makes the holidays extra hard because they're the only family I know, but I don't long to be close to such destructive people. I'd much rather spend my life with beautiful friends and sweet dreams of my birthmother.

I'm feeling pretty happy about not going to dinner ^_^


Wednesday, 15 April 2015

The Art of Romance: Part One.

Hello a Readers. Romantic dating is hard as fuck, but then if you've never done something before.. You'd expect to not be glorious at it. Also guys, this is going to be a series. I'm focused on this type of dating. It's new, exciting, and for a girl like me quite the uphill struggle. I expect to learn a lot and share a lot. Thanks for watching this huge personal development. 

It doesn't matter if we meet through friends, parties, events, online the outcome is always the same. A date or two, then nothing. A bunch of times I've ended up with assholes who think you nail a girl by dating her on a date. We go on the  most cliches dates, sex, then nothing. It's so stupid, what an absurd waste of time. If you want to have sex just be open, why try and sneak into someone's pants? Just a few months ago I could screw any hot I wanted. It's easy to get laid, lies and theatrics are a waste of time and money. Being blunt about what you want, gets you exactly what you're craving. 

A couple times I've gone in too gingerly.. They learn nothing real about me, and we never break the touch barrier. I think if I start talking about the rawness of my life they'll be freaked out. Any guy I've met that doesn't drink says it right away. Is that the same awareness I need to give on having no proper romantic experience? "I'm a recovering sex addict; I've never experienced romantic based dating." If they ask about it should I do the same as those in AA and explain, "I grew up rough with sexual abuse, in my teens I sexualized it to survive, and abusive long term boyfriends don't count as a chosen romantic relationship. I'm better now."

If I'm not talking to a fellow addict of any kind, how do I share without them feeling bad for me? Or see me as broken? I know other girls, teens, woman that have been sexually assaulted. Mentoring them comes easy because I've experienced more abuse. I don't know anyone born from rape, spent most of their life being abused by classmates, then abused for years by boyfriends, and then I worked my ass off to get healthy. If there's anyone out there that's like me, then please say something.

I'm a young woman in her 20s. All I'm trying to do is date a fine fella, find a warm fuzzy to sit on my shoulder.. But I keep messing up all my dates, because when on earth do you tell a guy that you used to be epically screwed up?

I should hug people more, have the first ever conversation with my adoptive dad, get a another cat... or something.

I'm not sure what the balance is..


Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Golden Birthday & I Deserve Warmth.

Help Readers ^_^ Today is my 24th birthday, Golden birthday, the 24th anniversary of the day my mother met me and had to give me, and sadly.. I'm the same age my mother was when she got raped into having me.

I always dread my birthday, but try and put on a good American show of it. People tend to be super pissy if you don't participate in your own birthday. While I'm not a birthday person, I've been dreading today in particular.

But this year will actually be really fantastic. I grabbed my free birthday Grand Slam Breakfast at Denny's with one of my best friends from high school. Why? Because it's free, she loves Denny's, and I have special sentiment in the film Smoke Signals. A film my adoptive KAD sister had to watch for school, but we ended up loving it. I order exactly what the character does the story, and it's kind of nice to think of my adoptive KAD sister that way.

Now I'm at Starbucks for my free birthday coffee. After this I'll finally shower and get dolled up, meet one of my dearest friends for coffee, then off to dinner with a few KAD ladies I've grown to really care about too. It's weird, I just realized all my closest friends this year are females.. I literally haven't had that since elementary school. Growth ^_^!!

As much as I've been dreading my 24th, being the same age as my mother when everything hit the fan.. I feel ok about it. I love her, and I'm sure she loves me in some way. Maybe we don't need to be together or even contact each other to be happy. As much as I miss her, as much as I cry for her.. Today feels good. I feel fantastic. Maybe this year will be better ^_^!!

In other news, I met a nice guy. Boom! Let's call him SooLu, because it's the incorrect spelling of his roommate's cat's name. And possibly just the wrong name completely ha. I quietly saw him for a month, so naturally the weekend I started telling a few friends.. He broke it off. Totally shitty, but it was different. It was sweet and I was surprisingly comfortable with that, instantly comfortable, and even wanting. I was sleeping over, seeing him multiple times, and get this.. I fucking cuddled with him! All things that I find to be completely unnecessary, insufferable even. But I was different with SooLu.

He's one of few men I've ever liked, and literally the only that wasn't physically abusive, sexually abusive, emotionally/verbally abusive, or have some sort of addiction. Now don't freak out Reader, I'm not in love or obsessed with SooLu. It's me seeing him being a genuinely kind person, and me finally thinking I deserve that is what made it comfortable. I've met handfuls of truly nice guys just like SooLu, but I either Lemmon law them or be clear I'm one and done. It's my evaluation of myself that's changed. **I deserved a kind person, and I want to be emotionally close with someone.**

I will admit, when he broke things off I called him out on his crappy generic text. I had zero plans on ever hearing from him again, but the next day he texted again. While he didn't say sorry, he did own up to being shitty. I messaged him back with can only be dumbed down to the immature response of, "Yeah, I'm glad we both agree your actions were shitty". So I admit my response was a touch immature.. But also kind of funny.

*** Really I should have said, "I'm glad we can agree your actions were feces." Then attached a picture from South Park, "It is time to stop pointing fingers! Finger pointing gets us nowhere, Steve!" ~Randy Marsh, Margaritaville, Season 13. That would have been hilarious, we'd have both laughed, and he'd know there was no animosity towards him. It just sucks this first experience couldn't have lasted a bit longer. Oh well, boys are dumb ^_<.

I'm totally still laughing about that though Park quite. I'm cool as fuck.

So I'm starting 24 out pretty well, with lots of new feelings and ideas about myself that I've never experienced before. I think that's dank as hell ^_^. I think my mother would be really happy for me, happy to see that at her age I'm starting to get a more positive view of myself. Maybe she did kill herself over all the crazy when I was a baby, and maybe she's been watching this whole time, maybe she's been waiting to give me this burst of warm energy.

I love you mother, happy anniversary.


Wednesday, 28 January 2015

The Double D Cycle.

Hello Readers. As much as I boast and do love being single, most of you know that I've been in somewhat of a relationship for the past couple years. Rocky, on and off, physically abusive, deeply meaningful.. And with the little appeal it has, I haven't been able to completely walk away before. Let's start from the beginning 2 years ago at CONvergence 2012.

It was my first of many many conventions, and I had an online date set up. I was on the porch to meet the guy, when Double D walked up. I felt so bad that I let him talk, until I really had to cut him off and meet my date. Double D directed me to the other porch where my date was waiting. Call it destiny, the red string's pull, but I ended up being at the right place at the right time. Like "My Sassy Girl" I had met a man from the future.

We talked once or twice that weekend, Facebook adds, and gave him my number. For the next 3 months he would call or text asking me to coffee, to party with his friends, or to just talk. I finally caved, and thus started a friendship. From the first night we met up we both felt something there, special even. I had just gotten out of a 3 year long abusive relationship. I did not want another boyfriend. I wanted to work on myself. But Double D didn't really respect that..

After we both finally admitted to having feelings, he'd always tell me how wrong I was. That he wanted one special girl to make him happy again, and that I could grow in a relationship. Eventually we got to a point where we'd kiss when no one was looking, he'd always come home to my bed, but we were not together. We could do whatever, screw whoever, be open that we liked each other, but have zero obligation to one another. I told him a million times it couldn't go on forever..

When I turned 22 I took pictures of us in the car. I went to delete the bad ones and saw a photo I hadn't taken. In the shot I was asleep laying on my tummy. He had pulled down my blanket, pulled up my sleeping shirt, to reveal my lace panties.. He took a nonconsentual nude photo of me! I deleted it, along with all photos of me. I spent the rest of my birthday silently freaking out over how a friend that I deeply trusted had sexually violated me. Like everything else, we got passed it.

**We ended up hitting points where he couldn't handle his shit, freak out, and hide from everyone for months.
***We hit points where he'd straight up tell me how worthless I am to other guys. That no one, but him found me attractive or gave a shit about me. That all other guys only used me for sex.
****We got to a point where he sexually assaulted me every time I saw him.
*****We got to a point where he was screaming, and smacking me across the face.

While he was hitting me, I just took it. I tried to hold his hands and ask why he was doing this. That violence was not telling me anything, he needed to use words. #IAmNotAVictim #YesAllWoman He finally calmed down, and I just laid back and cried. I got up, washed me face, and we talked. A couple days later I told him that I couldn't trust him, he broke every bit of trust, and if he didn't get help we were done. He flipped out about how hitting me was him sticking up for himself. Then radio silence for another month.

In true fashion to us I always I'd show up to him sleeping all day in bed, or he'd call at 2am wasted. Things would go back to "normal", until one of us was upset, he'd flip out, and he'd leave me again. He's always leaving me, punishing me.

Flash to this past summer at CONvergence 2014. He's yelling and pushing me away. It was so deviating.. I could feel my chest bursting as I sobbed for him to stop being mean, to "Please please stop acting like this! You've never spoken to me like this before! Please just stop and talk to me!"

He literally left me in the street.
On the ground.
Begging for him.

I was screaming and crying for him to stop, while he pushed me away shouting, "We don't end up together! This never felt right! Stop, I'm done with this! I'm done with using you, I'm not leading you on anymore! You don't mean anything to me!" I haven't been subject to something so publicly humiliating since the shit my adoptive mom used to yell at me.

(Anyone catching the symmetry? I date men that treat me the way my adoptive parents do!)

For a couple months I was truly free. He was done with me, and I got over it. My heart stopped aching for him, and I worked on me. I started dating nice men, kind men.. Men who took me on dates because they wanted a real conversation with me. Although I couldn't love them, my heart was glowing.

Then Double D called me. I came running, tripped on my love for him, and fell back into the hole. Now he's hiding again.. He refuses to get help with his addictions, and I'm still not well enough to not need abuse.

This story never seems to end, I'm not sure what I'd do if it did.


The Second Rape.

Hello Readers. My birthmother had her human rights violated. She was raped. And then second raped by how her social culture and government handles single mothers and victims of sex crimes.. I know how it feels.

When I think about every boy and man that sexually assaulted me, sodomized me, molested me, raped me.. I think about how my mother must have felt. I was able to keep it a "secret" most of my life, even though it was happening every week by multiple offenders, for years. She had it happen once, but 3 months later there was so way of keeping it a secret. I was inside her, further violating her.

She was raped and got outed, betrayed by her body and by her daughter. I outed myself to give other woman a stronger voice. To tell Asian woman that it's ok to speak out against the sexual violence our race faces more than any other race.

But lately.. Speaking out has started to isolate me.

I'm pretty open with everyone that I have a lot of casual sex. Sex isn't a big deal to me, and I'm not a relationship person. Any emotional value I would have being that close someone was raped away from me. I enjoy sex in a free and open manner. It gives me back my sexual power; Power that was stolen when I was a little girl.

When I say yes, it means yes.
When I say stop, it stops.
I think that's a pretty damn awesome power to have for a change!

The week of National Human Rights Day, a KAD posted in a singles Facebook group about sex being just sex vs making love. Since this was a group of people that know what happened to me as a kid, and how I was raped and groomed to what my sexuality is now.. People that told me I was "brave to share"... I was completely free in answering sex vs making love.

For me sex is just an action. Regardless of my feelings or lack of feelings towards the guy, it's only an action for me. I psychologically cannot feel emotional during sex. Plus I don't want to feel "emotionally vulnerable" in order to have sex with someone. I'd be super freaked out if I ever felt "vulnerable" during sex, emotional or otherwise. I NEVER want to feel vulnerable at the hands of someone EVER AGAIN. I closed with stating I'm more of a "hit it and quit it" kind of person.

(FYI: Consentual and casual sex between strangers is perfectly acceptable)

Then another KAD said something that in this day and age, I find to be unthinkable. They deemed my sexuality "unacceptable" and something they would "not tolerate" of a man and especially of a woman. This KAD thought it was perfectly ok to violate my human rights to sexual tolerance, sexual freedom, and human dignity. They dehumanized me by stating my lifestyle had less value than of another human's, especially of another woman's life. A statement that's not only anti-human, but also uber genderist.


I live in MN. We are the loudest state for gay rights. But apparently some of us don't understand that gay rights aren't just for gays. It's sexual tolerance and sexual freedom FOR EVERYONE. I know if I were gay and this KAD had deemed my sexuality "unacceptable", people would be flipping a shit. But because I'm a straight woman, it's still ok for someone to violate my human rights by slut shaming me. Fantastic!

What's worse is that I have to further explain what my sexuality is, and where it comes from. So I'm constantly defending myself as a rape victim, in order to explain how my sexuality came to be. VS no one chooses their sexuality and it's a human right to not be punished for their sexual lifestyle. This kind of social humiliation, degration, slut shaming, and victim blaming is known was "the second rape". 

The Second Rape is a term by psychologists, sociologists, and law enforcement to account the negative social backlash sex victims face after they speak out. This includes the countless time they're made to retell the event, answering questions about their personal sex lives, being slut shamed, facing supporters of their rapist, and victim blaming. Unfortunately as long as someone knows about the offensive, as long as I keep speaking out.. The second rape never ends..

It's like being a recovering addict; you are ALWAYS recovering.

Also, yes I did report this incident to the Facebook group owner/admin. "...thank you for being so open. Unfortunately openness often means also getting hurt in today's world of social media." Basically another KAD thinking it's cool to second rape me, is just a byproduct of using the internet. This a closed group, only for KADs, to talk about all aspects of relationships, in an open and safe environment, where we'll actually just slut shame you. Awesome.

I have never regretted speaking out, I still don't. But I honestly didn't think a fellow KAD would be so excited about second raping me. You'd think after seeing a group of people almost every week for an entire year, that at some point you'd just be apart of the group. At the very least there would be KAD to KAD respect that adoption was hard for everyone in different ways. You'd think there'd be some KAD understanding as to what it sexually means to be an Asian woman in a white man's world.

But instead I'm getting messages stating I'm being "overly sensitive", or that if I act like a whore *Blank KAD* has every right to call me out on it. The cherry is being told that I'm the one "getting into it" with *Blank KAD*, so while I'm welcomed to events they don't want me to "start drama". It's hard to believe that KADs in their 30s are saying that as a victim I'm behaving poorly. They're labeling me a deviant, while *Blank KAD* is given social grounds to rape me again.

Let's be clear! It's impossible to be "overly sensitive" when your human rights are publicly violated. "Acting like a whore" doesn't give anyone grounds to slut shame you. My reaction to being treated like a non-human IS NOT "drama". 

*** My human rights were violated. I have every right to be upset, to defend myself, and speak up for sex victims who are too scared to speak out for themselves. SLUT SHAMING AND VIOLATING SOMEONE'S SEXUAL RIGHTS ARE NOT OK. Everyone has the right to human dignity. Got it? Good.


Saturday, 11 October 2014


Hello Readers. Not often do I deviate from adoptee stuff and Asian stuff. But due to how my week has not been going.. These articles that promote slut shaming, and even for woman to slut shame themselves are really pissing me off. Especially when some of them are written by woman, but I'm only seeing men reposting. 

There's a few articles floating around about marketing tools to get ladies outdoors. They prose that female empowerment does not come from being naked on top of a mountain. All of the authors say being sexy is ok, but being over sexed or "letting" yourself  be viewed as a sex object isn't ok and that it's not feminist.

You know what is not feminist? Calling yourself a god damn feminist, by actively using that label you're saying all woman that don't identify as such are bad woman! I don't think any woman "let's herself" be objectified. Some people have sexual openness a lot of people would call "slutty". Some woman have been molested so many times, choosing to be bra-less takes back their sexual control. Being bra-less at summit is freer than the high of reaching the edge. BE YOURSELF.

This IS NOT a marketing problem. This IS NOT a female only problem. THIS IS American views on sexuality and gender roles, finally catching up with people. But these authors and re-posters are attacking how woman should view themselves, vs changing how everyone should view and treat woman. Self respect doesn't mean to hide your sexuality. It means be as sexy and nude as you want, the self respect kicks in when you don't let jerks slut shame you for it!

Be as naked as you want to be, hell strip on the top of a mountain! Do not let any man or woman slut shame you into saying all you're doing is letting yourself be objectified. Also, for you jerks that think female models just strip down, wear clothes that men make, and then get objectified in adds.. PLEASE FUCK OFF!!

I really doubt any high end brands or outfitting brands are making clothes so that woman will wear them and become better targets for sexual predictors. Getting sexually assaulted or viewed as only a sex object is not about the clothes you wear or why you wear them, it's 100% the thoughts of those viewing you. You are not responsible for others' thoughts. You are not "asking for it".

If you're into slut shaming, you're on my list of people who suck.


Lakeville Schools: My Sexually Abusive Hell. [triggering]

Hello Readers. This week I was triggered by a few different jerks saying ignorant white boy things. This resulted me in crying for days. Not sleeping, constant weeping, helplessness.. About every sexual assault since I was a little girl. I know I've talked about this before. In fact I speak and write on it all the time, but what I don't do is feeeel it. I get angry, but never sad. I scream because I'm pissed. It's clinical, I don't let myself feel hurt. For once I really felt the emotional scars; I felt like a victim.

What are "ignorant white boy things"? It's saying  something that's racist because being a white male forces you to be racially ignorant. For example saying your sad for me because I don't feel romantic emotions during sex is not ok. You do not get to treat me like a victim. The people of your race and culture literally raped away me feeling love with sex. You do not, get to pitty me for the common social actions of your people. You do, get to own it and evoke racial and sexual change within your own people. Before all the white guys send out angry messages (gmail/twitter @KangSunLee1991 ^_< ):

1) Saying something racist, does not mean you are a racist. Not intending for your statement to be racist or even about race, does not mean that it's not racist or not about race.
2) Being ignorant does not mean you are stupid. It means you aren't capable of fully understanding something. As a white male you can never understand what it means to be a brown person.


For those of you that didn't grow up in Lakeville, it's a different kind of MN town. Most people call it a small version of Edina or Bloomington, but those cities are more spread out. This means there's all sorts of ethnic pockets hiding around town, but Lakeville is densely white. I shit you not, psychologists in the area make note of how extremely white Lakeville is. 

This is what I grew up with in Lakeville schools:

To my peer's.. To my adoptive sister's peers. We grew up in the same America. You were my classmates; we grew up together in the same town and neighborhoods. We had the same teachers and studied in the same classrooms. We shared desks and were lab partners.. But you were white and I was yellow. I grew up being publicly sexually assaulted, molested, and sexually humiliated threw out my attendance of the Lakeville school system.. Not by a teacher or staff, but by my classmates. Our peers, our friends, your siblings, boys from families we all knew.

It started in 4th grade and didn't stop till college. It was apart of my everyday life. I was groomed by many hands, and I got fucking used to it. I did not have a choice. For those of you who went to Lake Marion Elementary, let me take you to the old wooden playground...

After lunch we'd all run out, my friends and I ran to the big silver slide in front. It was connected to the jungle gym, and just behind that there was a big blue rope net. It was so fun to climb on and lay in.. The first time I was sexually assaulted I was standing in front of that net.. When my classmate grabbed me I looked directly up to the curb where one of the two playground staff stood. She was right there. He was grabbing me, hurting me, violating me, and I stared at her to do something, but she kept her gaze behind her black sunglasses.. She glanced around the playground, her head going side to side, not noticing me. It killed me! How could she miss me?

The next day I hide under the slide and cried. That was the first and last time I remember crying over being hurt. I remember her spotting me under there a few times, but she never walked over or said anything. At the time I was a little girl, amazed that no one had seen a thing, convinced that no one had seen nothing. My brain could not handle living in a world where people could see the worst and not try to help. But now I don't need to convince myself of anything to survive.

I have zero doubts. She saw me! Other kids saw me! He knows what he did! No one help me! No one stopped him! This set me up to be constintalty revitiumized for the rest of my life!! The scent never goes away, a predator can spot an Asian woman from a mile away, and if she's been abused before he can spot her from 10 miles away. I am lucky that I'm good at profiling, because some of the best profilers in the world are predictors.

While you were getting high fives in front of the tiled Panther in North's cafeteria, and enjoying pep rallies in South's giant glass gym, I was being dragged into stairwells and forced on my knees like a "good Asian girl". There was one time in particular.. The first time a classmate told me to get under the stairs was at Lakeville South. The school officer must have seen us ditching class on camera and started looking for us. We caught his reflection walking towards us in the glass. We stepped out. My makeup was wrecked. I was trembling with shame. My abuser was holding my hand. The school officer looked hard at my face, then told us, "Get to class".

In the theater the rule of thumb is if you can see the audience, they can see you. Step back from the side curtains or you're wrecking the illusion. Sometimes an audience member shouts that they can see a flouting head. But the rest of them stay silent, they try to keep the illusion going that it's characters not actors.. I wish someone had shouted out when they saw my head peeping through the curtain. But I'm an adult now, and I will gladly rip down the curtain for you! I want everyone to know what really happened back stage.

I always remember these 2 cases the best. I think it's because they are the only times I know for sure someone saw and knew something was wrong. I wonder how many classmates and staff members actually saw and knew it was bad. It happened so many times during school hours, school events, and even the places my friends and I hung out at on the weekends.

Is it at all possible no one saw? Or do white people really think this is what Asians are there for? Please think on this.. Please try to remember to when we were kids. Do you remember my round face flouting between curtains? Begging the audience for help.

You were white and I was Asian. We grew up in the same America. But I was treated differently because of my skin color, while you got high fives.