TexasMaam
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I'll give you a r/t answer by way of a true story: Once on a trip across China, I found myself followed by a large group of Chinese men who were laughing, giggling, and goading each other into making fun of Me. I speak enough Mandarin Chinese to have overheard some of their not very complimentary comments. At the time, back in the early 80's, westerners were a rare sight to the Chinese populace, and real life racial, physical differences astonished them. Several things about My appearance struck them first in awe, then to ease their own discomfort they would begin hurling insults (in front of other Chinese males) in order to bolster up their own masculinity. Most Chinese men in a crowd are about 4 and a half feet to 5 feet tall on average, and at 6 feet, I towered over them. Of course, being this tall, I also do not have the Chinese average size 4 or smaller foot - I wear a size 8 1/2 shoe. So, my feet became the focus of their group derision on almost every such occasion in the 4 months that I spent in China. One afternoon, while touring a Taoist temple, a group of about 30 men began to gather and follow me, most of them in awe and hushed silence. Out of that group, one man in particular began making audible insults about the 'huge' size of my feet, asking his crowd of listeners where on the CENTER OF THE EARTH (as they referred to their homeland) I could possibly have found such seaworthy ships to walk in. (It's OK, you can laugh, I did, it was pretty funny...) This little 4 foot fellow felt more and more bravado as we walked along, and asked the crowd WHERE ON THE CENTER OF THE EARTH could I ever have possibly found a cock big enough to 'breed me' successfully...yes, that was funny, too, then as time wore on the insults got worse and worse. Finally, there were about 60 men gathered in a throng behind and around me as I walked, some laughing, some still just walking behind me in amazement at my height. After one particularly vulgar insult that made me laugh out loud, I turned around and faced the crowd, stopping directly in front of the the little gang leader who was only 3 feet behind me. I held the very tip of my little pinky finger down at my crotch, simulating a tee tiny little penis, and pointed with my other hand to my feet, and said, in Chinese: "Better to walk on seaworthy ships than to be a man, but have no manly ships-mast at all!" ....at which the entire group of men fell out laughing uproariously, pointed at the little Chinaman and began deriding him with jokes of their own. The instigator skulked off into the shadows. It was a hugely successful comeback, and about 40 of the men kept following me, bowing in reverence everywhere I went for the rest of the day. So, if you truly want to publicize your condition of infantile/juvenile penile syndrome to the world, I suggest you hold the tip of your pinky finger at your crotch, point to it while you hang your head in shame, while you roam the floor of your favorite club.... In good humor, TexasMaam
< Message edited by TexasMaam -- 4/14/2007 10:29:29 AM >
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