Does Your Man Suffer From Yellow Fever? Find Out in 8 Simple Steps

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Donna Choi is an illustrator and designer based in Brooklyn, NY.

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Illustration for article titled Does Your Man Suffer From Yellow Fever? Find Out in 8 Simple Steps
Illustration for article titled Does Your Man Suffer From Yellow Fever? Find Out in 8 Simple Steps
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About the artist:

Growing up, My hero was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I still love the idea that a sixteen-year-old girl can save the world from a demon apocalypse. My creative career began when I was twelve years old. I wrote X-Men fanfiction about the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, and my favorite character was Toad. I get my inspiration from female rappers, young adult adventure novels, dark comedy, and the seedy underbelly of the internet.

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ChristineBrown
Christine Brown

I've seen comments of people dismissing this as not a real problem, like "oh, be glad SOMEBODY likes you." This upsets me.
I lived in Asia when I was 20-21. It fucked me up. Most of the foreigner guys I knew had weird fetishes...and they'd tell me about it all the time. They were really in their element and surrounded by lots of other creepy white guys supporting their opinions, so they felt free to let their freaky-fetish-flag fly. They told me the worst things imaginable. For a lot of these guys, the appeal of their fetish is they believe the objects of their fetish are incapable of resisting them, unlike demonic feminist American women. Do I need to explain how that is related to rape culture, class, colonialism, some of the most fucked up shit? I dealt with hate and harassment from these people. For the first half of my time there, I was going out with another American. So, after month one of being single/in an open relationship, I was obviously rejecting any guys who tried to hit on me (usually via creepy creepy reverse fetish lines like "oh you have big boobs, thick thighs, big ass, so different from the Asian girls I usually fuck". I'd politely say no, and then shit hit the fan. Why wasn't I flattered, I should be flattered to receive any attention when I was just a fat American in a land full of "perfect" girls. Have you ever dealt with someone who doesn't believe you have the right to reject the based on your inferior status? (Obviously all women ever minoritized because of race, class, power, whatever Are rolling their eyes and saying duh). That is what is going on white creepy white guys lose their shit when an Asian girl turns them down, that is what is going on when other women, who instead of supporting the women support the creepy white guys by saying the same sentences like "are you complaining somebody likes you wrong?". It is fucking trigger city for me to hear sentences like that. I have heard it before, and do you want to know what happened next? Guys trying to corner me in staircases, bath rooms, yelling insults I've blocked from my memory across bars, subways, and streets. It was terrifying and really alienating. These were the first months I was there. I still didn't fit in Korean culture, and the expat culture was a violent place full of fetishists and girls who were so scared of being called feminists that they took their side. Before I went to Korea, I didn't get it either. It seemed Asian girls were lucky, everyone admired them for being thin and having great hair. I was envious. I didn't know how bad it felt when someone likes you for the wrong reason, your inability to say no. My only previous experience with someone targeting me cause the didn't think I could say no was being too drunk, or not having transportation. The terror I once only knew when I was alone, drunk, and suddenly confronted with a creep was now an everyday terror for me, and worse, I saw that this was how they always treated Asian girls. Their race marked them as vulnerable the exact same way as being 16, drunk and needing a ride home. I think feminism needs to dedicate itself to making a culture where no one is every marked as vulnerable. It is not okay to mark women of minority races as lesser, because this makes them targets for rapists. It is not okay to say girls were asking for it based on their outfits or because they were drunk. Feminists shouldn't fight against each other, we all have the same problem. Creeps searching for any way they can to make us vulnerable so they can take what they want and give nothing in return. Not even just rape. If you can diminish a person's worth, you can pay them less, don't hire them, don't let them vote, etc..
I don't want to say every white expat in Asia is a creepy white guy. Plenty of people were just like me, recent college grads with wanderlust, and some people were there as scholars. I made great friends there with expats and Korean people. Some expats were attracted to or dating Asians just cause, hey, when in Rome. A lot of people get involved with people of whatever race just because they like that person and race wasn't a factor. I don't know if you know this, but Asia is full of Asian people, so I knew plenty of expats in normal relationships with Asian people. It isn't hard to tell the difference. You can see a couple walking down the street and immediately know what is up. Dude parading his gf around while he brags how immersed he is in the culture? Creepy. Couple beboping around, having conversation, no weird power dynamic? We're cool.
Part two of my getting fucked up in Asia was after my breakup with my American boyfriend. A period of singleness, then dating. Turns out Asian guys do the same shit as white guys. Watch a lot of Russian porn? Guess what, the only thing you know about white girls is they are sex crazed sluts. Guys assumed if I talked to them I was trying to do it with them. More assault, more insults, more men believing I was incapable of saying no to sex (cause they thought I was so crazy about it). Not believing in no.
It was the worst year of my life. A year spent hyper aware of all the systems around me trying to facilitate rapists. Is the world a sick joke?
I was so excited to come back to America, oh privilege, how I missed you. I want everyone to have privilege, I'm going to fight for this I thought. But my privilege wasn't perfect either. Walking down the street in Portland, Oregon two guys follow me yelling that they wanna fuck me in their bathroom and how. Maybe they thought it was funny, but I've been there before. I almost passed out from terror.