This is why I quit going to gay clubs (as much):
This kinda shit makes me feel like my corneas and my peoples have been severely violated. Back in the 206, when I would habitually frequent (shaddup) the classy ol’ R Place, ManRay (RIP), Neighbours, or Blu Video Bar with my sexay posse CharChar, Pabs, or MK in tow, WITHOUT FUCKING FAIL they would get followed around doggedly by sweaty/fat/oldass/ Creepy McLetcherson rice queens. You think Asian fetishism and accompanying power imbalance is a problem with white male breeders, multiply that agazillionfold in some gay circles. Thank jeebus for my sticky rice bois (holla!) who know a real hot piece is a confident AZN man without internalized racism issues, and not some 40-year-old insurance salesman with a wife and 3 kids, an extensive collection of Japanese porn, and a subscription to Noodle Magazine.