TA的首页猎艳中国 外籍教师的上海周末
天气: 晴朗心情: 高兴今天早上还看到了一个外籍教师在上海泡妞的文章（原文叫做“猎艳”），一个周末人家跑了5、6个，还在国外网站上用英文大肆宣扬，使用了极其龌龊的词语。。。极端对上海和中国女人以及包括男人进行诬蔑、侮辱性的评论。。。
有的是MSN上认识的，有的是自己的学生，有的则是酒吧里面认识的所谓的美女，有包括已婚的少妇（有妇之夫）。。。
后来被上海一个专门研究国外文学的社会学家发现，思前想后翻译成为中文组织进行反讨这种没有人性的和人格的所谓的外籍教师！引起了很多国外华侨的强烈反响！
终于找到了！！！
Sex and Shanghai In Chinese, 欲望上海中文版
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
所谓的行为艺术是个借口
自称是"欲望上海"博主的Chinabounder发给美联社记者一封邮件。邮件自曝，这个博客（欲望上海）其实是一个恶作剧。"这些文章是我们5个行为艺术家所作，成员包括1个英国小伙子、1个澳大利亚女子、2个中国小伙子和1个日本女子，我们写这个博客的目的是要调查。我们有计划地将让别人看我们的博客，并观察这些人的反应……我们想调查现代中国到底改变了多少。"
我认为这个说法是事后的托词. 因为blogger.com在八月以前在中国一直无法登陆 . 而Chinabounder在5月份就已经有了. 如果他们真的想试验,就应该选一个没有被国内查封的网站做博客. 而且更不应该在试验刚开始的阶段就把网站关闭了.
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Thursday, August 31, 2006
转载ChinaBounder的日记
因为ChinaBounder的日记最近被关闭了， 为了避免流言和对他日记的误解，我暂时把他日记中的所以帖子转载出来(缺最后2篇)。当然这涉及了版权问题。特此声明所有Labeled "CB Diary" 的帖子中的英文部分转载自 chinabounder.blogspot.com
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不要被误导
ChinaBounder 在自己的日记里提到他的名字是Brian。现在很多人在上海寻找叫Brian的外教。可是请注意，这个很可能是一个误导，那个其实不是他的真名。请大家在没有确切证据前不要伤害任何人。
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Tuesday, August 29, 2006
If you think that Chinabounder sucks, and want more people to know about him;if you think ChinaBounder wrote what actually happened in Shanghai and China, and hope more people to be aware of it;translate those dirty diaries into Chinese,and send it to chinabounder.chinese@gmail.com We will post it overhttp://chinabounderinchinese.b ... lp.s. Those diaries revealing CB's racism will have the priority in translation.
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
Sweetie Continued
Thursday, June 22, 2006The first fuck is usually the best; it is diminishing returns after that. So, with Sweetie, that first time lasted an hour or so; and, being the first fuck, it was the most exciting – and so I nearly came a couple of times before I was ready. But, champion masturbator that I am, a brief pause was enough to restore control.This is an important point of honor, especially the first time. After all, I wish to do all I can to highlight the difference between my lovemaking and that of the average local guy; he (from what numerous women have told me) can’t last more than a few minutes. Indeed, among my various lovers, Ellen (whom I have yet to describe), as we rested together after making love, made me laugh with her tales of the over-excitable guys she’d been with.But the first time needs some balance; it cannot last too long since, in general, the woman will become sore, not being used to the larger size Western cock. I do not mean to boast about the size of my cock (though it is vastly flattering (and pleasingly frequent) when a new woman says `Wow, it’s so big) – it’s rather that Western guys routinely are bigger than Chinese guys.Now once I had found my rhythm, found the ideal stroke and ideal state of mind, I could have ploughed away all night. But Sweetie was getting a little pained with it, so I said that perhaps we should conclude. ‘You can control it?’ she asked, in some surprise.She wanted me to wear a condom to come. Yeah, yeah, sure I should have been wearing one already. And I was perfectly happy to do so, though I made a joke about it – `.. you will have to put it on for me.’ And so she did, with her mouth, which was rather good.The key reason I do not often wear a condom – apart from pure, naked selfishness and profligacy, I mean – is that Chinese condoms are just too small.Again this is not a by-proxy boast about my cock size. For example, Mona’s other Western lover, the guy who I heard being gossiped about in a restaurant but have never met, also had this problem; indeed, I spent a jolly afternoon with Mona trying to find decent sized condoms for her to use with him. She liked him to use a condom when they fucked, but he did not like to. With fine hypocrisy I told her this meant he was a turd. (Though then I laughed and added, `But I am being hypocritical, I did not use one with you either, did I?). He told her the local condoms were too small; that was why she wanted my help to find larger ones.So first of all we went to the medical center in the Portman; no luck there. Then a conversation with a Durex rep by the condom rack in a Watson’s, also to no luck. Mona was a little shy about this so I did all the talking (and indeed as I did so the customers in the area skulked away, embarrassed). The rep told me this was a frequent problem with Western guys, and that as far as she knew nowhere in the city sold a bigger size. But, she said, foreign guys said such and such a line of Durex was the least bad fit; and so we bought a few packets of those.Anyhow, back to Sweetie and her mouth. The condom being too small, it first of all threatened to come off, sitting as it was on my helmet like – well – a helmet -- so I had to pull it further down me, making it yet more tight, and thus constricting me, reducing feeling and making it rather tougher to come, meaning I had to pump her pretty hard and fast, which began to exacerbate her discomfort. But come I did, covered in sweat and roaring.Yeah, it was a pretty good fuck, and she’s a pretty good lover – though her oral technique could do with some improvement. Post-fuck rest, she asked me, `How many times do you think I came?’ I had little idea, it being hard to tell among all the various cries, some of pain, some of pleasure. But ever the vain male, I said `Three, four?’ It was two, she said - -`but then some women never come at all’ she added. So two was ok.As it was still relatively early in the evening, she wanted to go get a drink, so we did; and as we drank she chain-smoked and played with her PS2, or Gameboy, or whatever it was.She’s a slightly unusual woman, nervous, jumpy, twitchy; smokes too much, is, I would guess, at heart rather insecure; and given we went back to my place after the bar and fucked some more, this could have spelled a future problem. Having fucked her a couple of times I was more or less done. And while she did at that time have a boyfriend, I was a little wary lest she wanted to make that night any more than the fling it was. Certainly, given that the boyfriend was, from what she said, the dull, dependable, decent type, barely an ounce of passion but reliable, sensible, and thoroughly Chinese, this was rather a risk.But even so, the next day I idly flirted via sms message, sexy messages at that, in part to test how far I could go. It was unwise, and might have made her think the fling could be more permanent. But I did it anyway; I did it because I could.She wanted to know more sex talk, so I told her some. At first she misunderstood `giving head.’ Does it mean `sper on the head?’ she wondered. `I do not like that,’ she said.I replied that no, it did not mean coming on her face, and that to do so was disrespectful to a woman; instead it meant the mouth on each other. Now coming on the face is of course a form of humiliation for the woman, a form a control, of belittling. Naturally it is also a turn on I would like to try. The fact she had an active enough mind to mistake my meaning that way was promising. There are some women I have been with who could barely even imagine such a thing. But she knew all about it, and even if she was not keen on it, it still showed she had a sexy mind.All in all it was a pretty good, sexy fuck, with a sexy, willing woman. She had to work the day after, leaving my place around 8am, wearing, to her slight embarrassment, the same clothes she’d worn yesterday (`My Japanese bosses will notice’ she said. Yeah, I have a few horror stories to tell about the way some Japanese guys treat women).I lent her a clean pair of my briefs and, later that day, found – to my pleasure – she’d left her panties behind. The scent on them was strong, since she was pretty highly aroused when I undressed her. Naturally, I wore them to bed the night after; and I even told her this by sms, to gauge her. She seemed to quite like it. Yeah, she had a sexy, dirty mind for sure.
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Does No mean No?
Monday, June 19, 2006And so together Ceecee and I looked for a cab. The last year or so it’s been hard to find a cab in the city and in general this causes curses in me. But tonight I was grateful for it, since it meant I could linger longer. Huaihai Road was lined with ones and twos of people scanning back and forth for cabs, perking up at seeing a vacant light, only to see someone else get the cab, or a fresh passenger in it already and the flag not yet dropped. `We won’t get a cab here’ I said, and steered us off down a sidestreet, my arm round her waist. We walked for ten minutes before finding a cab, chatting easily enough but getting interrupted by messages from her supine maggot guy. When we did find a cab he switched from messages to calls, none of which she answered.She was slightly tense now, for she had a good idea of what was coming. ‘Why are you tense?’ I said.‘I’m not’ was her first reply.‘You are, you’re nervous’ I said. ‘Don’t be’ and put my arm round her, pulled her to me. She lay against my side, but still uneasy. ‘What is it?’ I said. ‘Is it because you think I want to kiss you? But I do…you are so very beautiful.’ And so I leaned over to kiss her. She squirmed a little, said she did not want to kiss – but half-returned my kiss even as she spoke; her No was not a real No.Now of course this is a dangerous way for a guy to begin to think, that No means Yes. And indeed it’s not usually that simple; No can mean Maybe, ‘Maybe, but I don’t want to appear easy,’ ‘Maybe, but my culture teaches me to be shy of sex.’‘No means No’ is just too much of a simplification. It is more about tone, body language, implication. No in a certain style, certain tone most surely does mean No; but there are a dozen ways to say No, and a dozen shades of meaning.Ceecee’s No was the same as Tingting’s No, Tingting whose No took an hour to turn into Yes. And when it did, what a yes! She was (as I said below) a fine lover, and she may be back in my life (or my bed at least) for she sent me a warm email the other day to tell me she has now finished her PhD studies and is about to embark on the next stage of her life, a posting to a hospital in a nearby city. I hope to see her at least once before she goes, for I have fine memories of her body, her passion. That smooth belly, lithe legs, those deep liquid eyes…Ceecee’s No was `No, not tonight… but maybe next time.’ And her half-response to that first kiss suggested to me that her No might have become a Yes had not this clod been persistently calling; there is no way to woo when you’re sharing the cab with a whacko. The simple expedient of switching her phone off was no option, for her parents, like so many in China, are wholly unable to see her as an adult. To them, she is still 12 years old and thus must be reachable at all times. A switched-off phone just causes panic in parents such as these.For example, Adina’s mother; to me Adina is a strong, sexy, confident woman, bold and stylish. To her mother, she’s barely more than a schoolgirl. Adina’s family home is in the city of Nanjing, a couple of hours away from Shanghai.Now Adina used to have this wimpy whingy boyfriend, who indeed I have met (shaken his hand, looked him in the eye and thought `I’m going to take her from you’). He studies in the UK but, poor dear, cannot make a go of it there, and so from time to time comes back to China for some R&R. This, he hides from his parents, and so when he comes he stays in a hotel in the city. On one trip back he and Adina spent 24 hours together and, since she did not want to be disturbed, she shut her phone off. When she turned it back on, she told me it notified her of 40 missed calls, all from her mother, and then beeped and buzzed nonstop as the 60 messages she’d sent arrived. Not only this; the mother had also called relatives in Shanghai and implored them to go to her campus and find out where she was. Nuts.And so Ceecee and I parted, her to her bed and me to mine. As I rode home I followed her with an sms message of my own. 'Wow.. u r the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.. Hope to see you again soon.’ And then, a little later, 'You are not toooo angry with me?..'`一点生气' ('A little angry’)Ohhh… 55555… Well.. maybe if u forgive me we can meet again..’ (The number 5 is pronounced `wu’ in Chinese, and thus is used in sms to express mock-misery)`现在不生气‘ (‘Now I’m not angry’)`So.. if I send you a goodnight kiss.. what will u say?’不可以老师不可以这样 (‘Not good for a teacher, not this way’)呵呵。。 你太厉害。。 我非常不高兴!’ (‘Oh, you’re too fierce, I’m so unhappy’)你为什么不高兴的呀？ (‘Why are you unhappy?’)`因为我很要吻你.. 你太漂亮!’ (‘Because I so wanted to kiss you… you’re so beautiful!’)你一点也不像老师哪有老师说这话的呀？(‘You’re not like a teacher, would a teacher say this?’)`I cant’ help it.. you’re just tooo sexy..’`You kidding’`Kidding? Not at all..you are stunningly sexy..’`Only lovely not sexy’`You are lovely, it’s true.. but you really are one of the most sexy women I’ve met in Shanghai... You're breathtaking....By this time this exchange was over, I’d been home awhile. It occurred to me she did not have my MSN address, so I gave her my private one, for lovers, would-be lovers and family, and a few moments later she added me.Me: hiMe: well... i had a really great evening with u.. u're cool and a lot of fun...Ceecee: really???Me: really, yes, i do mean that... you are funny, confident, clever, and artistic!Ceecee: I never found that!!!!Me: well.. take it from me. it is true!Ceecee: hahaMe: really, i was fascinated to hear u liked jazz and bluesCeecee: why???Ceecee: you too??Me: because most people have rubbish taste..Ceecee: what are you doing now???Me: editing documents for students..Me: and also... i'm thinking of the sexiest woman i've met in aaaages...Ceecee: you working so hardMe: yes, lots to do!Ceecee: you have a lot of friends,studends........why ???mr???Ceecee: why??me???Me: why....Me: i don't knowMe: all i know is that..Me: the first moment u walked i my class...Me: i could hardly take my eyes off uCeecee: I cant find thatMe: i knowMe: i tried really hard to hide itMe: but it is trueMe: and if i showed u what i wrote in my diary after that class, u would beleive me...Ceecee: I saw a lot of sexy lovely clever girl in your class.Me: no. no one as fascinating as uCeecee: In you other classes???Me: no.. not for a looooong time. really!Ceecee: there are many lovely girls........Me: u just blew me away, u really did...Ceecee: you kiding me555555555555Me: the 2nd time u came u had that cute little black and white skirt, and black tights...Ceecee: that's funnyMe: oh, why?Ceecee: you write diary????Me: i doMe: and you are in itMe: several times!Ceecee: can I see my parts?????????Me: ha ha haMe: no!Me: it's a secretMe: but..Ceecee: 5555555555555555555Me: well, let me look and see what i wrote, hang on...Ceecee: enMe: you REALLY wanna see?Ceecee: yesMe: okMe: I got to class to find her not there. I had expected this. But half an hour into the class she turned up.. the door opening slowly and her peeking her head round, knowing I would tease her on it. But I just smiled at her lighthearted entrance and let her go to her seat with little further comment. And then spent the rest of the class, up until the break, trying not to check her out too much.Me: As I called the break I saw her pulling on a scarf. I knew she was going to make a run for it, and I knew she would wait until I left the room so she could escape without my comment.. if I had stayed in the room she might not have had the bottle to go.Me: there's more but that's all i'm going to show u tongihtCeecee: you are a foxMe: ha ha, so now u think i am even more of a bad guy, huh?Ceecee: enMe: :$Ceecee: :@Ceecee: angryMe: ohhhh... why?Ceecee: you hve got the poltMe: polt ? i do not understand...Ceecee: IintrigueMe: ah, i see...Me: r u really angry with me?Ceecee: I dont known up to nowCeecee: yesMe: why r u angry?Ceecee: you let me scared (I’d not expected this; but maybe I should have known better)Me: oh.. gosh..i did not mean to do that!Me: in fact i was jsut teasing u (so I tried to lie my way out of it)Me: i only wrote that before i said i'd send it to u tonight!Ceecee: I'm sorryMe: 不里我！Me: u r sorry?Me: why?Ceecee: I am sad to heat that??Me: i really did not want to scare uMe: but u know u i really did notice u strongly in classCeecee: 555555555555555555555555555555Me: so i hope u will forgive meCeecee: It's reallyCeecee: a kidding??Me: well...Me: ok, i do really remember all that happeningMe: but i just wrote if for u tongiht to tease u a littleMe: u recall i told u the same thing over dinner!Ceecee: Thank you for everything you did for meCeecee: everything you said i'll believe (and I hope she bought it )Me: oh..Me: that sounds like u'r saying `i'll never see you again'Ceecee: many thanks....I like the time with youCeecee: It's the truthMe: but...Me: will u agree to see me again?Ceecee: you want to see me again???Me: oh i do, yesMe: yes yes yes!Me: but...Me: will u agree?Ceecee: enMe: that makes me happy! u r great companyMe: next time i wanna take u to the great art gallery i told u about. you'll like it a lotCeecee: yeahCeecee: It's too lateCeecee: I want to go to bedCeecee: today I'm so tiredMe: sleep wellCeecee: 88Me: i had fun tongiht!Me: 88And she was indeed not too angry with me, for we have met several times since. I took her to the art colony I spoke of, a wonderful collection of independent artists and galleries, meeting and chatting to various of the artists I know there; and I took her to the Armani fashion retrospective at the Art Museum; and, next week, will meet her again for dinner.And herein lies a problem... Having seen her several times, I have begun to see beyond my own primarily sexual reaction to her, and have begun to value her for herself as well. I want to spend time with her just to enjoy her idiosyncratic, refreshing, intelligent company.But will this deeper attraction last beyond taking her to bed?As time shall try…
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Shanghai Sexbomb continued
Friday, June 16, 2006So, getting back to Ceecee, those lovely legs, that flouncy skirt, her stunning beauty…Her arm hooked in mine, we walked along Huaihai Road, left into Maoming Road, strolling its left hand pavement, by the side of the park of the Garden Hotel.There is a reason for this.The Garden Hotel has a lovely park, well tended and clean, old, spreading trees, winding paths under them.When I wish to seduce a woman, I take her (as I have said) to a particular restauraunt around there that I know of, the finest for that purpose in the city. As I walk to the restaurant, I will walk past the garden, and point it out. After dinner, if it is a warm, clear night, I will say `Let’s have a walk in that garden I mentioned, it’s well worth a look.’And indeed it is worth a look. For I have walked in that park on forty different evenings and have never met anyone else in it. Local people, seeing the gate of a hotel, will not go beyond it if they are not a resident of the hotel; and indeed I suspect that the gate guard would stop them if they tried. Much of China runs on one rule for white people and another for the locals. It’s highly offensive, and a curious way for China to choose to run its society.The lack of locals in the park means it is not strewn with spit and litter, as is every other city park; means the trees and plants are able to grow and thrive, rather than being picked, poked and plucked to destruction as they are in other parks; means there are no people pissing in the bushes and hawking up phlegm; means there are no security guards in ill-fitting uniforms prowling; means there are no speakers dismally fashioned into plastic rocks and toads piping out awful, awful, awful music; means there are no bright neon lights to blare anyway any trace of mood left from those speakers’ assault; means there are no kids vandalizing the place as parents look on lovingly; means I can walk with a girl on my arm without being gazed at like some curiosity from beyond the seas, without those same insouciant parents calling to their spoiled progeny, `Look at the foreigner!’Means, in short, with its paths and pools of darkness, with its relative quiet, with its backdrop of the elegant hotel building, that it is the ideal place for the post dinner kiss.Dinner was good and filled me with the hope that I might bed her that night. Our eyes meeting, hands touching, plenty of laughter, easy, free conversation. And she is far from the good-time girl I assumed she was; likes jazz, dances ballet… And is self-aware, too. `People look at me and think I’m the kind of person who just like pop music,’ she said.`I never thought that for a moment’ I lied.Most of the other stuff we talked about I cannot recall – stuff about how she hates university (which is hardly surprising, for someone like her would find its cramped, stifling monotony unbearable) – wants to study abroad.But toward the end of our meal, slow, leisurely, she scotched my hopes by pulling the ol’ parents number on me, Ma and Pa wanting her home by 10pm. Bah.Even so, I was still confident.. were not we paddling hands, touching legs, locking eyes? She liked being with me, was excited, effervescent… this was not a simple brush-off.Dinner done, the weather had changed to a fine rain; so I could not take her for that walk round the park. Instead, we went for coffee. And there again in the coffee bar we sat knee to knee, caresses, her hand on my knee, my hand on her arm...But about this time of the evening, things went a little odd. Not between me and her. She’d been getting SMS messages all evening, but now their constant trickle became a barrage. After she’d dealt with a flurry of them, she gave me an explanation.Since she was 7 years old she’s grown up with this guy. He ‘loves’ her. They had a relationship for a while, but she ended it. He, in the way of this culture, could not accept a No; could not even understand it, simply had no concept of her right to be unpestered. Instead, just like Lucy’s guy, just like Chris’s, he pursued her with this welter of calls and messages, keeping tabs on her every movement. (I have not mentioned Chris yet; she was 19 when I met her, making her my youngest lover to date; I will add that story to the to-do pile.)This guy of Ceecee’s calls her every night to make sure she’s home by ten; and calls her a little later on to `say goodnight’ to her.Sure, I let him have it. Why not? I told her how wholly unacceptable this behavior was, how she should not stand for it, how her life was her choice and so on. As I told her this there was a wash of relief and recognition over her face, as though what I said accorded with a belief she was sure was true yet that no-else seemed to share; as, maybe, when one person who thinks to have spotted a UFO, to the general amused contempt of others, meets a fellow believer.Then the guy called her. I knew it was the guy as soon as she answered up the phone, since she blushed in embarrassment and walked over to the other side of the room to take the call. These signs pleased me; they meant she did not want our tête-à-tête interrupted by this clod, that she knew he was a crass interruption to what we had going. After the call (which she confirmed was indeed from him) she told me that he was living alone here, since his parents were in the US (where he had spent a few years), and that he felt lonely and depressed; and so he could not get to sleep unless each night he called her to say goodnight. The fucking pussy.What he was really doing was quite obvious, so I told her. `Don’t you see? He is trying to control you. He just wants to make sure you are at home. He doesn’t want you to be out having fun, he’s worried you might meet other men. He’s trying to control you. That’s totally wrong.’ Perhaps this had not occurred to her. When I told her, its truth was immediately apparent to her. Now since by making her see what a scumbag this guy is I can incline her more toward me, I continued to let him have it. `Frankly he would not dare try this in America… women there would just not stand for it and he would not even try. You know it’s just because this is China that he does it. He’d never do it to someone in the States. It makes me pretty angry.’And in fact my own fervent desire to fuck her until she yelps aside, this kind of shitty behavior does piss me off pretty good. Guys here can be such scumbags. Not, of course, that I am in any way morally responsible or decent when it comes to women. But at least I’m not the stalker type. Yes, a liar, a cheat, a cad; but I respect each and every woman I’m with. And maybe it was a crude step to bring race into the equation… but it is a racial thing – or, better, a cultural thing which was anyway the terms in which I framed it.Is that a brush I can be tarred with? Possibly. After all, it is my skin color that makes me desirable, that gives me an edge; and I take advantage of that. And though I like to think I do not treat women with the contempt that so many guys here express, maybe I am indeed just as bad, albeit in a different manner. But no; no, and again no. I simply do not treat women with the scorn and cowardice of so many guys in this society.But anyhow; Ceecee felt she had to go home. Yet she’d said she felt that way in the restaurant and had already stayed an hour beyond that. And her claims that `I must go.. let me, go, I must go’ were not much more than words, for I made no move to make her stay beyond saying `Only go if you want to go. Not because he says so. If you want go or if your parents tell you to go home, that’s ok. I’d respect your parents’ wishes, but not his. He has no right to control you like this.’ That’s all I said, and she stayed, our bodies close, her knee finding mine. And indeed in the end I decided to give her her exit --`Well, then, I guess we should go..’
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有的是MSN上认识的，有的是自己的学生，有的则是酒吧里面认识的所谓的美女，有包括已婚的少妇（有妇之夫）。。。
后来被上海一个专门研究国外文学的社会学家发现，思前想后翻译成为中文组织进行反讨这种没有人性的和人格的所谓的外籍教师！引起了很多国外华侨的强烈反响！
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
所谓的行为艺术是个借口
自称是"欲望上海"博主的Chinabounder发给美联社记者一封邮件。邮件自曝，这个博客（欲望上海）其实是一个恶作剧。"这些文章是我们5个行为艺术家所作，成员包括1个英国小伙子、1个澳大利亚女子、2个中国小伙子和1个日本女子，我们写这个博客的目的是要调查。我们有计划地将让别人看我们的博客，并观察这些人的反应……我们想调查现代中国到底改变了多少。"
我认为这个说法是事后的托词. 因为blogger.com在八月以前在中国一直无法登陆 . 而Chinabounder在5月份就已经有了. 如果他们真的想试验,就应该选一个没有被国内查封的网站做博客. 而且更不应该在试验刚开始的阶段就把网站关闭了.
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Thursday, August 31, 2006
转载ChinaBounder的日记
因为ChinaBounder的日记最近被关闭了， 为了避免流言和对他日记的误解，我暂时把他日记中的所以帖子转载出来(缺最后2篇)。当然这涉及了版权问题。特此声明所有Labeled "CB Diary" 的帖子中的英文部分转载自 chinabounder.blogspot.com
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不要被误导
ChinaBounder 在自己的日记里提到他的名字是Brian。现在很多人在上海寻找叫Brian的外教。可是请注意，这个很可能是一个误导，那个其实不是他的真名。请大家在没有确切证据前不要伤害任何人。
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Tuesday, August 29, 2006
If you think that Chinabounder sucks, and want more people to know about him;if you think ChinaBounder wrote what actually happened in Shanghai and China, and hope more people to be aware of it;translate those dirty diaries into Chinese,and send it to chinabounder.chinese@gmail.com We will post it overhttp://chinabounderinchinese.b ... lp.s. Those diaries revealing CB's racism will have the priority in translation.
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
Sweetie Continued
Thursday, June 22, 2006The first fuck is usually the best; it is diminishing returns after that. So, with Sweetie, that first time lasted an hour or so; and, being the first fuck, it was the most exciting – and so I nearly came a couple of times before I was ready. But, champion masturbator that I am, a brief pause was enough to restore control.This is an important point of honor, especially the first time. After all, I wish to do all I can to highlight the difference between my lovemaking and that of the average local guy; he (from what numerous women have told me) can’t last more than a few minutes. Indeed, among my various lovers, Ellen (whom I have yet to describe), as we rested together after making love, made me laugh with her tales of the over-excitable guys she’d been with.But the first time needs some balance; it cannot last too long since, in general, the woman will become sore, not being used to the larger size Western cock. I do not mean to boast about the size of my cock (though it is vastly flattering (and pleasingly frequent) when a new woman says `Wow, it’s so big) – it’s rather that Western guys routinely are bigger than Chinese guys.Now once I had found my rhythm, found the ideal stroke and ideal state of mind, I could have ploughed away all night. But Sweetie was getting a little pained with it, so I said that perhaps we should conclude. ‘You can control it?’ she asked, in some surprise.She wanted me to wear a condom to come. Yeah, yeah, sure I should have been wearing one already. And I was perfectly happy to do so, though I made a joke about it – `.. you will have to put it on for me.’ And so she did, with her mouth, which was rather good.The key reason I do not often wear a condom – apart from pure, naked selfishness and profligacy, I mean – is that Chinese condoms are just too small.Again this is not a by-proxy boast about my cock size. For example, Mona’s other Western lover, the guy who I heard being gossiped about in a restaurant but have never met, also had this problem; indeed, I spent a jolly afternoon with Mona trying to find decent sized condoms for her to use with him. She liked him to use a condom when they fucked, but he did not like to. With fine hypocrisy I told her this meant he was a turd. (Though then I laughed and added, `But I am being hypocritical, I did not use one with you either, did I?). He told her the local condoms were too small; that was why she wanted my help to find larger ones.So first of all we went to the medical center in the Portman; no luck there. Then a conversation with a Durex rep by the condom rack in a Watson’s, also to no luck. Mona was a little shy about this so I did all the talking (and indeed as I did so the customers in the area skulked away, embarrassed). The rep told me this was a frequent problem with Western guys, and that as far as she knew nowhere in the city sold a bigger size. But, she said, foreign guys said such and such a line of Durex was the least bad fit; and so we bought a few packets of those.Anyhow, back to Sweetie and her mouth. The condom being too small, it first of all threatened to come off, sitting as it was on my helmet like – well – a helmet -- so I had to pull it further down me, making it yet more tight, and thus constricting me, reducing feeling and making it rather tougher to come, meaning I had to pump her pretty hard and fast, which began to exacerbate her discomfort. But come I did, covered in sweat and roaring.Yeah, it was a pretty good fuck, and she’s a pretty good lover – though her oral technique could do with some improvement. Post-fuck rest, she asked me, `How many times do you think I came?’ I had little idea, it being hard to tell among all the various cries, some of pain, some of pleasure. But ever the vain male, I said `Three, four?’ It was two, she said - -`but then some women never come at all’ she added. So two was ok.As it was still relatively early in the evening, she wanted to go get a drink, so we did; and as we drank she chain-smoked and played with her PS2, or Gameboy, or whatever it was.She’s a slightly unusual woman, nervous, jumpy, twitchy; smokes too much, is, I would guess, at heart rather insecure; and given we went back to my place after the bar and fucked some more, this could have spelled a future problem. Having fucked her a couple of times I was more or less done. And while she did at that time have a boyfriend, I was a little wary lest she wanted to make that night any more than the fling it was. Certainly, given that the boyfriend was, from what she said, the dull, dependable, decent type, barely an ounce of passion but reliable, sensible, and thoroughly Chinese, this was rather a risk.But even so, the next day I idly flirted via sms message, sexy messages at that, in part to test how far I could go. It was unwise, and might have made her think the fling could be more permanent. But I did it anyway; I did it because I could.She wanted to know more sex talk, so I told her some. At first she misunderstood `giving head.’ Does it mean `sper on the head?’ she wondered. `I do not like that,’ she said.I replied that no, it did not mean coming on her face, and that to do so was disrespectful to a woman; instead it meant the mouth on each other. Now coming on the face is of course a form of humiliation for the woman, a form a control, of belittling. Naturally it is also a turn on I would like to try. The fact she had an active enough mind to mistake my meaning that way was promising. There are some women I have been with who could barely even imagine such a thing. But she knew all about it, and even if she was not keen on it, it still showed she had a sexy mind.All in all it was a pretty good, sexy fuck, with a sexy, willing woman. She had to work the day after, leaving my place around 8am, wearing, to her slight embarrassment, the same clothes she’d worn yesterday (`My Japanese bosses will notice’ she said. Yeah, I have a few horror stories to tell about the way some Japanese guys treat women).I lent her a clean pair of my briefs and, later that day, found – to my pleasure – she’d left her panties behind. The scent on them was strong, since she was pretty highly aroused when I undressed her. Naturally, I wore them to bed the night after; and I even told her this by sms, to gauge her. She seemed to quite like it. Yeah, she had a sexy, dirty mind for sure.
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Does No mean No?
Monday, June 19, 2006And so together Ceecee and I looked for a cab. The last year or so it’s been hard to find a cab in the city and in general this causes curses in me. But tonight I was grateful for it, since it meant I could linger longer. Huaihai Road was lined with ones and twos of people scanning back and forth for cabs, perking up at seeing a vacant light, only to see someone else get the cab, or a fresh passenger in it already and the flag not yet dropped. `We won’t get a cab here’ I said, and steered us off down a sidestreet, my arm round her waist. We walked for ten minutes before finding a cab, chatting easily enough but getting interrupted by messages from her supine maggot guy. When we did find a cab he switched from messages to calls, none of which she answered.She was slightly tense now, for she had a good idea of what was coming. ‘Why are you tense?’ I said.‘I’m not’ was her first reply.‘You are, you’re nervous’ I said. ‘Don’t be’ and put my arm round her, pulled her to me. She lay against my side, but still uneasy. ‘What is it?’ I said. ‘Is it because you think I want to kiss you? But I do…you are so very beautiful.’ And so I leaned over to kiss her. She squirmed a little, said she did not want to kiss – but half-returned my kiss even as she spoke; her No was not a real No.Now of course this is a dangerous way for a guy to begin to think, that No means Yes. And indeed it’s not usually that simple; No can mean Maybe, ‘Maybe, but I don’t want to appear easy,’ ‘Maybe, but my culture teaches me to be shy of sex.’‘No means No’ is just too much of a simplification. It is more about tone, body language, implication. No in a certain style, certain tone most surely does mean No; but there are a dozen ways to say No, and a dozen shades of meaning.Ceecee’s No was the same as Tingting’s No, Tingting whose No took an hour to turn into Yes. And when it did, what a yes! She was (as I said below) a fine lover, and she may be back in my life (or my bed at least) for she sent me a warm email the other day to tell me she has now finished her PhD studies and is about to embark on the next stage of her life, a posting to a hospital in a nearby city. I hope to see her at least once before she goes, for I have fine memories of her body, her passion. That smooth belly, lithe legs, those deep liquid eyes…Ceecee’s No was `No, not tonight… but maybe next time.’ And her half-response to that first kiss suggested to me that her No might have become a Yes had not this clod been persistently calling; there is no way to woo when you’re sharing the cab with a whacko. The simple expedient of switching her phone off was no option, for her parents, like so many in China, are wholly unable to see her as an adult. To them, she is still 12 years old and thus must be reachable at all times. A switched-off phone just causes panic in parents such as these.For example, Adina’s mother; to me Adina is a strong, sexy, confident woman, bold and stylish. To her mother, she’s barely more than a schoolgirl. Adina’s family home is in the city of Nanjing, a couple of hours away from Shanghai.Now Adina used to have this wimpy whingy boyfriend, who indeed I have met (shaken his hand, looked him in the eye and thought `I’m going to take her from you’). He studies in the UK but, poor dear, cannot make a go of it there, and so from time to time comes back to China for some R&R. This, he hides from his parents, and so when he comes he stays in a hotel in the city. On one trip back he and Adina spent 24 hours together and, since she did not want to be disturbed, she shut her phone off. When she turned it back on, she told me it notified her of 40 missed calls, all from her mother, and then beeped and buzzed nonstop as the 60 messages she’d sent arrived. Not only this; the mother had also called relatives in Shanghai and implored them to go to her campus and find out where she was. Nuts.And so Ceecee and I parted, her to her bed and me to mine. As I rode home I followed her with an sms message of my own. 'Wow.. u r the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.. Hope to see you again soon.’ And then, a little later, 'You are not toooo angry with me?..'`一点生气' ('A little angry’)Ohhh… 55555… Well.. maybe if u forgive me we can meet again..’ (The number 5 is pronounced `wu’ in Chinese, and thus is used in sms to express mock-misery)`现在不生气‘ (‘Now I’m not angry’)`So.. if I send you a goodnight kiss.. what will u say?’不可以老师不可以这样 (‘Not good for a teacher, not this way’)呵呵。。 你太厉害。。 我非常不高兴!’ (‘Oh, you’re too fierce, I’m so unhappy’)你为什么不高兴的呀？ (‘Why are you unhappy?’)`因为我很要吻你.. 你太漂亮!’ (‘Because I so wanted to kiss you… you’re so beautiful!’)你一点也不像老师哪有老师说这话的呀？(‘You’re not like a teacher, would a teacher say this?’)`I cant’ help it.. you’re just tooo sexy..’`You kidding’`Kidding? Not at all..you are stunningly sexy..’`Only lovely not sexy’`You are lovely, it’s true.. but you really are one of the most sexy women I’ve met in Shanghai... You're breathtaking....By this time this exchange was over, I’d been home awhile. It occurred to me she did not have my MSN address, so I gave her my private one, for lovers, would-be lovers and family, and a few moments later she added me.Me: hiMe: well... i had a really great evening with u.. u're cool and a lot of fun...Ceecee: really???Me: really, yes, i do mean that... you are funny, confident, clever, and artistic!Ceecee: I never found that!!!!Me: well.. take it from me. it is true!Ceecee: hahaMe: really, i was fascinated to hear u liked jazz and bluesCeecee: why???Ceecee: you too??Me: because most people have rubbish taste..Ceecee: what are you doing now???Me: editing documents for students..Me: and also... i'm thinking of the sexiest woman i've met in aaaages...Ceecee: you working so hardMe: yes, lots to do!Ceecee: you have a lot of friends,studends........why ???mr???Ceecee: why??me???Me: why....Me: i don't knowMe: all i know is that..Me: the first moment u walked i my class...Me: i could hardly take my eyes off uCeecee: I cant find thatMe: i knowMe: i tried really hard to hide itMe: but it is trueMe: and if i showed u what i wrote in my diary after that class, u would beleive me...Ceecee: I saw a lot of sexy lovely clever girl in your class.Me: no. no one as fascinating as uCeecee: In you other classes???Me: no.. not for a looooong time. really!Ceecee: there are many lovely girls........Me: u just blew me away, u really did...Ceecee: you kiding me555555555555Me: the 2nd time u came u had that cute little black and white skirt, and black tights...Ceecee: that's funnyMe: oh, why?Ceecee: you write diary????Me: i doMe: and you are in itMe: several times!Ceecee: can I see my parts?????????Me: ha ha haMe: no!Me: it's a secretMe: but..Ceecee: 5555555555555555555Me: well, let me look and see what i wrote, hang on...Ceecee: enMe: you REALLY wanna see?Ceecee: yesMe: okMe: I got to class to find her not there. I had expected this. But half an hour into the class she turned up.. the door opening slowly and her peeking her head round, knowing I would tease her on it. But I just smiled at her lighthearted entrance and let her go to her seat with little further comment. And then spent the rest of the class, up until the break, trying not to check her out too much.Me: As I called the break I saw her pulling on a scarf. I knew she was going to make a run for it, and I knew she would wait until I left the room so she could escape without my comment.. if I had stayed in the room she might not have had the bottle to go.Me: there's more but that's all i'm going to show u tongihtCeecee: you are a foxMe: ha ha, so now u think i am even more of a bad guy, huh?Ceecee: enMe: :$Ceecee: :@Ceecee: angryMe: ohhhh... why?Ceecee: you hve got the poltMe: polt ? i do not understand...Ceecee: IintrigueMe: ah, i see...Me: r u really angry with me?Ceecee: I dont known up to nowCeecee: yesMe: why r u angry?Ceecee: you let me scared (I’d not expected this; but maybe I should have known better)Me: oh.. gosh..i did not mean to do that!Me: in fact i was jsut teasing u (so I tried to lie my way out of it)Me: i only wrote that before i said i'd send it to u tonight!Ceecee: I'm sorryMe: 不里我！Me: u r sorry?Me: why?Ceecee: I am sad to heat that??Me: i really did not want to scare uMe: but u know u i really did notice u strongly in classCeecee: 555555555555555555555555555555Me: so i hope u will forgive meCeecee: It's reallyCeecee: a kidding??Me: well...Me: ok, i do really remember all that happeningMe: but i just wrote if for u tongiht to tease u a littleMe: u recall i told u the same thing over dinner!Ceecee: Thank you for everything you did for meCeecee: everything you said i'll believe (and I hope she bought it )Me: oh..Me: that sounds like u'r saying `i'll never see you again'Ceecee: many thanks....I like the time with youCeecee: It's the truthMe: but...Me: will u agree to see me again?Ceecee: you want to see me again???Me: oh i do, yesMe: yes yes yes!Me: but...Me: will u agree?Ceecee: enMe: that makes me happy! u r great companyMe: next time i wanna take u to the great art gallery i told u about. you'll like it a lotCeecee: yeahCeecee: It's too lateCeecee: I want to go to bedCeecee: today I'm so tiredMe: sleep wellCeecee: 88Me: i had fun tongiht!Me: 88And she was indeed not too angry with me, for we have met several times since. I took her to the art colony I spoke of, a wonderful collection of independent artists and galleries, meeting and chatting to various of the artists I know there; and I took her to the Armani fashion retrospective at the Art Museum; and, next week, will meet her again for dinner.And herein lies a problem... Having seen her several times, I have begun to see beyond my own primarily sexual reaction to her, and have begun to value her for herself as well. I want to spend time with her just to enjoy her idiosyncratic, refreshing, intelligent company.But will this deeper attraction last beyond taking her to bed?As time shall try…
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Shanghai Sexbomb continued
Friday, June 16, 2006So, getting back to Ceecee, those lovely legs, that flouncy skirt, her stunning beauty…Her arm hooked in mine, we walked along Huaihai Road, left into Maoming Road, strolling its left hand pavement, by the side of the park of the Garden Hotel.There is a reason for this.The Garden Hotel has a lovely park, well tended and clean, old, spreading trees, winding paths under them.When I wish to seduce a woman, I take her (as I have said) to a particular restauraunt around there that I know of, the finest for that purpose in the city. As I walk to the restaurant, I will walk past the garden, and point it out. After dinner, if it is a warm, clear night, I will say `Let’s have a walk in that garden I mentioned, it’s well worth a look.’And indeed it is worth a look. For I have walked in that park on forty different evenings and have never met anyone else in it. Local people, seeing the gate of a hotel, will not go beyond it if they are not a resident of the hotel; and indeed I suspect that the gate guard would stop them if they tried. Much of China runs on one rule for white people and another for the locals. It’s highly offensive, and a curious way for China to choose to run its society.The lack of locals in the park means it is not strewn with spit and litter, as is every other city park; means the trees and plants are able to grow and thrive, rather than being picked, poked and plucked to destruction as they are in other parks; means there are no people pissing in the bushes and hawking up phlegm; means there are no security guards in ill-fitting uniforms prowling; means there are no speakers dismally fashioned into plastic rocks and toads piping out awful, awful, awful music; means there are no bright neon lights to blare anyway any trace of mood left from those speakers’ assault; means there are no kids vandalizing the place as parents look on lovingly; means I can walk with a girl on my arm without being gazed at like some curiosity from beyond the seas, without those same insouciant parents calling to their spoiled progeny, `Look at the foreigner!’Means, in short, with its paths and pools of darkness, with its relative quiet, with its backdrop of the elegant hotel building, that it is the ideal place for the post dinner kiss.Dinner was good and filled me with the hope that I might bed her that night. Our eyes meeting, hands touching, plenty of laughter, easy, free conversation. And she is far from the good-time girl I assumed she was; likes jazz, dances ballet… And is self-aware, too. `People look at me and think I’m the kind of person who just like pop music,’ she said.`I never thought that for a moment’ I lied.Most of the other stuff we talked about I cannot recall – stuff about how she hates university (which is hardly surprising, for someone like her would find its cramped, stifling monotony unbearable) – wants to study abroad.But toward the end of our meal, slow, leisurely, she scotched my hopes by pulling the ol’ parents number on me, Ma and Pa wanting her home by 10pm. Bah.Even so, I was still confident.. were not we paddling hands, touching legs, locking eyes? She liked being with me, was excited, effervescent… this was not a simple brush-off.Dinner done, the weather had changed to a fine rain; so I could not take her for that walk round the park. Instead, we went for coffee. And there again in the coffee bar we sat knee to knee, caresses, her hand on my knee, my hand on her arm...But about this time of the evening, things went a little odd. Not between me and her. She’d been getting SMS messages all evening, but now their constant trickle became a barrage. After she’d dealt with a flurry of them, she gave me an explanation.Since she was 7 years old she’s grown up with this guy. He ‘loves’ her. They had a relationship for a while, but she ended it. He, in the way of this culture, could not accept a No; could not even understand it, simply had no concept of her right to be unpestered. Instead, just like Lucy’s guy, just like Chris’s, he pursued her with this welter of calls and messages, keeping tabs on her every movement. (I have not mentioned Chris yet; she was 19 when I met her, making her my youngest lover to date; I will add that story to the to-do pile.)This guy of Ceecee’s calls her every night to make sure she’s home by ten; and calls her a little later on to `say goodnight’ to her.Sure, I let him have it. Why not? I told her how wholly unacceptable this behavior was, how she should not stand for it, how her life was her choice and so on. As I told her this there was a wash of relief and recognition over her face, as though what I said accorded with a belief she was sure was true yet that no-else seemed to share; as, maybe, when one person who thinks to have spotted a UFO, to the general amused contempt of others, meets a fellow believer.Then the guy called her. I knew it was the guy as soon as she answered up the phone, since she blushed in embarrassment and walked over to the other side of the room to take the call. These signs pleased me; they meant she did not want our tête-à-tête interrupted by this clod, that she knew he was a crass interruption to what we had going. After the call (which she confirmed was indeed from him) she told me that he was living alone here, since his parents were in the US (where he had spent a few years), and that he felt lonely and depressed; and so he could not get to sleep unless each night he called her to say goodnight. The fucking pussy.What he was really doing was quite obvious, so I told her. `Don’t you see? He is trying to control you. He just wants to make sure you are at home. He doesn’t want you to be out having fun, he’s worried you might meet other men. He’s trying to control you. That’s totally wrong.’ Perhaps this had not occurred to her. When I told her, its truth was immediately apparent to her. Now since by making her see what a scumbag this guy is I can incline her more toward me, I continued to let him have it. `Frankly he would not dare try this in America… women there would just not stand for it and he would not even try. You know it’s just because this is China that he does it. He’d never do it to someone in the States. It makes me pretty angry.’And in fact my own fervent desire to fuck her until she yelps aside, this kind of shitty behavior does piss me off pretty good. Guys here can be such scumbags. Not, of course, that I am in any way morally responsible or decent when it comes to women. But at least I’m not the stalker type. Yes, a liar, a cheat, a cad; but I respect each and every woman I’m with. And maybe it was a crude step to bring race into the equation… but it is a racial thing – or, better, a cultural thing which was anyway the terms in which I framed it.Is that a brush I can be tarred with? Possibly. After all, it is my skin color that makes me desirable, that gives me an edge; and I take advantage of that. And though I like to think I do not treat women with the contempt that so many guys here express, maybe I am indeed just as bad, albeit in a different manner. But no; no, and again no. I simply do not treat women with the scorn and cowardice of so many guys in this society.But anyhow; Ceecee felt she had to go home. Yet she’d said she felt that way in the restaurant and had already stayed an hour beyond that. And her claims that `I must go.. let me, go, I must go’ were not much more than words, for I made no move to make her stay beyond saying `Only go if you want to go. Not because he says so. If you want go or if your parents tell you to go home, that’s ok. I’d respect your parents’ wishes, but not his. He has no right to control you like this.’ That’s all I said, and she stayed, our bodies close, her knee finding mine. And indeed in the end I decided to give her her exit --`Well, then, I guess we should go..’
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