And, in a moment of selfishness, I was like what the fuck am I supposed to in this situation? I still have no idea. At first, I thought it was sort of funny and would laugh it off. What do I care about dick size? I am legitimately kind of confused by this line of questioning.
This XKCD basically sums up my view on penises: I guess, for me, the primacy of sexual intimacy is the experience of arousal while being witnessed by another. We have the technology to match basically any part with any other part at this point, so like, why get hung up on the details?
But, we do get hung up, and Asian guys really take a beating on this front. However, after a while, it just got too fucking weird. Like, why is everyone asking me this same joke question?
Do Asian guys get this to their face? Clearly sometimes, like that time my bf got shouted at in public, but I also suspect as a white woman I was particularly likely to get questioned about this. It would be mean to ask an Asian guy, and it would probably seem racist to ask an Asian woman.
So, what do I do? Do I go full PC police? Do I ignore it? I kid, I kid. Anyway, I guess I have some sympathy for that line of reasoning. Deep down, we all feel trapped by the stereotypes thrust upon us, and I get the impulse to want to seek some strange feeling of hope from someone else not falling to stereotype, no matter how perverted a form that may come in.
What effect is that? Well, to start, I can tell you the effect this stereotype has on me. Anyway, I assume Asian guys are basically having a parallel internal monologue. These jokes people make, we carry them with us into our most intimate moments long after the joker has forgotten about them.