So yesterday I had a couple drinks with a friend and we went on the dance floor, after we finished, a white male approached to us, to be exact, to me. He was holding a drink and was checking us out with a few seconds. I nodded to him in a bro way, ascertaining my power and looked away, for sure he walked away pretty fast.
If it’s a white woman, I don’t mind it , it’s not like I haven’t had some experiences with them.

But if it comes to the white male, it reminded me of a social event organized in the hutong.
The white owner was hosting many artists in his little garden, some of them pretty good , like the Beijing opera, American blues music and some crafty handmade decorations.
However some of the exhibitions are set with a certain colonial taste. It could be me wearing the colored lenses, being all judgmental. But to me it was certainly showing some yellow fetishism.

One of the exhibition, though created by a Chinese man, clearly depicted, some artwork of a woman trapped in a trance, inviting people to exploit her in a sexual way. Her lust and alluring melancholia almost felt like a designated invitation. The whole scene felt like a snake den, dangerous with vulnerable prey in it.

And I also recall that a friend of mine was once harassed by a white male, it was like one minute ago he was chatting and making small conversations, and the next minute he was going to make a pass, very gross.

So I’m just glad that I could the intimidate them in someway, haha.

But also I don’t know how to talk to stranger men. Most of the times I just borrowed lighters with them or ask them to not step on my personal or social boundaries.hahaha

Should that be a problem? I don’t know. Maybe the fact is I shouldn’t worry about my interactions and the relations with men, since my lifelong mission has not been achieved, which is surrounded by the woman that needs me.