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(Hi, my name is endoftheaffair and I will be performing a piece from "Raunchy Asian Woman" by Diana Son.)
Looking back I'm surprised we managed to love each other at all when the whole relationship was based on what we were not. We were not the classic Korean couple. You did not pick me up from my mother's house in Queens in your top-of-the-line Hyundai. I did not kiss you on the cheek and tell you I had a nice time. We took the subway to my apartment in Chelsea, fucked each other goodnight and I didn't have to tell you I had a nice time. I got involved with you despite the fact you were a Korean man and I assumed that you made the same forgiveness of me. I didn't want you to think of me as a Korean woman. I am not ashamed of the presence of my heritage on my face but I mourn shamefully for the absence of Korea in my heart. You and I had an unspoken pact--I wouldn't be Korean to you if you weren't Korean to me. And then one otherwise nameless night while my breath was still heavy and your legs were still pressed against mine you looked at me and said sarang hae. I had never heard it before. sarang hae. You were telling me you loved me and I didn't understand what you were saying. sarang hae. You asked me to say it. I couldn't say it. How could I use words that had no meaning to me to say what I knew in my heart. sarang hae. The next time I say it I'll mean it.
(Thank you.)
Diana Son looks like this:
by diana son for my acting class tomorrow. terribly excited.
(Hi, my name is endoftheaffair and I will be performing a piece from "Raunchy Asian Woman" by Diana Son.)
Looking back I'm surprised we managed to love each other at all when the whole relationship was based on what we were not. We were not the classic Korean couple. You did not pick me up from my mother's house in Queens in your top-of-the-line Hyundai. I did not kiss you on the cheek and tell you I had a nice time. We took the subway to my apartment in Chelsea, fucked each other goodnight and I didn't have to tell you I had a nice time. I got involved with you despite the fact you were a Korean man and I assumed that you made the same forgiveness of me. I didn't want you to think of me as a Korean woman. I am not ashamed of the presence of my heritage on my face but I mourn shamefully for the absence of Korea in my heart. You and I had an unspoken pact--I wouldn't be Korean to you if you weren't Korean to me. And then one otherwise nameless night while my breath was still heavy and your legs were still pressed against mine you looked at me and said sarang hae. I had never heard it before. sarang hae. You were telling me you loved me and I didn't understand what you were saying. sarang hae. You asked me to say it. I couldn't say it. How could I use words that had no meaning to me to say what I knew in my heart. sarang hae. The next time I say it I'll mean it.
(Thank you.)
Diana Son looks like this:
by diana son for my acting class tomorrow. terribly excited.