Hello internet, for all you care, you can call me White on Rice, and I’m a rice queen.
Just so we’re all on the same page, a rice queen is a non-Asian gay man who’s into Asian guys.
More specifically, I’m a
28 [ohdeargod, I’m 31 now…] year old white guy living in Los Angeles, California. I enjoy travel, Apple products, and Asian men. I hate hypocrisy, applying sunscreen, and that last sheet on the paper towel roll that’s still glued to the tube, but you’re too lazy to go get a new roll so you scratch at it until you end up with enough little shreds to convince yourself that it’s enough to clean up that spill, but you secretly know it’s not and you’re just going to end up with a larger spill and a fist full of wet paper.
Why do I like men? Why do I like Asian men? Why don’t I just get the new roll of paper towels when I know it’ll take less time in the long-run?
I’m a writer, not a psychiatrist, so instead of wasting time and brain power questioning these things, I’m going to embrace them for what they are and share my thoughts, observations, and experiences with the world.
Welcome to Confessions of a Rice Queen.