Sex in Japan

Battle Royal: Kawaii VS Sexy

There can be only one.-Highlander

American girls are like orhpans, clueless to the facts of life, its Cruel Intentions, and doomed to do it over and over again. All the while Japanese school girls have to deal with crazy mother fuckers with a Machine Gun and mechanical tentacle rape robots.  Is it fair? Surely not. But it is worth a little talking about.

U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

There really is no use trying to construct some nonsensical overly elaborate ruse at this point because hey, we all know the desperate biological, evolutionary FACT: School girls just really do it for us (men and Lesbos anyway). The small bones of a teenager with the (hopefully) full and firm breasts of a female capable of producing many, many babies for us, the skin tight and smooth, the physical form sculpted and perfect. All things Evolution has taught us to want biologically as men.  Culturally pardonable no it is not.  Something many want yet must say no to, a lot like assassinating one’s own boss, yes.

The institutions surrounding school girls in the USA and school girls in Japan are quite different and have been purposefully manipulated to be that way based on two very opposing cultural concepts. Sexy and cute.

It would almost be worth our time to call this a battle of CUTE vs SEXY. Perhaps we should elaborate while you hold off spanking to that admittedly enticing tentacle shot for just a moment.

In America the image of the High school _____________ (club or after school activity title), fill in the blank to suit whatever does it for you- Horny dumb Cheerleader, Pretentious Valedictorian, Pliable Rhythmic gymnast, Flute lead chair (band camp), drunk party girl, dirty goth chick and full sloppily large breasted dunce girl that should be in the special class that will do-anything-for-a-snickersbar all have one appealing quality and that quality is SEXY. Sexy reigns supreme in the West and it’s fueled by evil greedy corporations that staple sexy to anything they can get their filthy paws on:

CEO MAN: “Buy this new kind of soda-pop that tastes like racoon piss with tang and some old coffee.”
MEN: “Uh….no.”
CEO MAN: “But can you see this ad here with this hot slutty looking school girl and her equally slutty best friend, also a school girl, are wrapping their mouths around the full circumference of the can?”
MEN: “Right, pass the coon piss.”

SEXY sells us shit we dont want. It does this with ease.
The undenaiable Sexiness of School girls is continually kept alive and burning by the passing of the torch from predatory college frat guys, to bitter over the hill 30 something mommies, to horny fathers gourging their visual processes on dainty yet fully endowed and ovulating sweet 17 year olds. Sexy is the concept that drives all these actions and fantasies and complexes and obsessions.


Things work a bit differently in WTF JAPAN LAND….

Japan is dominated by one solid singular word and that word is CUTE. (FUN FACT! Cute or KAWAII in Japanese was first coined in THE TALE OF GENJI in which it referred to sad, weak and pitiable qualities. Today it is the most often observed adjective in the Japanese Language. Particularly amongst the stupid.) If one other thing could be proclaimed as the glue holding Japan together it would likely be ALCOHOL, but that is another article.

CUTE dominates japan and smashes all naysayers with a giant, glittering, shiny-stickers-of-smiling-koalas-and-big-blue-eyed-muffins BEDAZZLED pink Sledge hammer. Smash! Smash!

No mercy is shown. The epitome of CUTE in Japan and the singular driving force behind entire markets of clothing, music, books, websites and porno are all hanging on the every last word of the culturally cute powerhouse known as JOSHI KOSEI or SCHOOL GIRLS. Helpless and horny, the sheer CUTE factor of everything from their uniforms, to their hair, to their mannerisms and interests is mind boggling (also read: Mind NUMBING)

The pink sledge-hammer impacts the uninitiated with the force of an A-bomb being ridden to fruition by a 16-year-old so demure and petite that the boys at ground zero in Nagasaki looking up could very well be seen shrugging, helpless and rendered boner-tized, the second coming of their apocalypse a meer after thought. The plaid skirts, the sailor outfits, the tight blue socks or the loose white socks. The loafers mutated to half-hearted sandals on tiny feet oddly yet enticingly pointed at seemingly impossible inward angles. The peace signs and head tilts. The cries of incompetence and lack of critical thinking skills that bring males of all ages flocking to assist/seduce/grope/attack.

There is no competition.

The true Queen of Japan is a School girl. The Prime Minister may as well collect used school girls panties. For this elevated place on the pedestal, the JK (Joshi Kosei) are the object of every lunatics sex fantasy in which he rapes a girl into loving him. Over 60% of all pornography in Japan is involving school girls and 40 percent is attacking said school girls. They are the principal (yet hardly the only target) for the infamous train gropers and panty thieves and thousands of websites exist for the sole purpose of posting clandestine photos of these girls “accidentally” flashing some ass while walking upstairs. Highschool girls in Japan are the Holy Grail of fuckable objects. Cute and its unbreakable relationship with Japans school girls is brutal and total in its control.

Flee young school girl, flee!

"Run you fool! Run for your innocence! Which I know has already been stolen!"

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Japan’s Sexual Economics 101

Note: This is the first post in a series revolving around the monetization of sex in Japan and the mechanisms with which the society and people both in charge and in the rank and file deal with these phenomenon. This is not intended to be a piece dealing with moral implications or abstract concepts such as “Right” or “Wrong”, or other ambiguities.

Life…is rarely simple, in fact it’s usually like this dream I have where I walk behind a Kentucky Fried Chicken and see a fat Jewish guy wearing a filthy, ill-fitting clown suit, greedily sucking on a glass dildo full of Butter Scotch. Yeah. I wake up feeling fucking violated but also really craving a sundae.

24 hour….fitness?

After first arriving in Tokyo in 2004, within a mere 10 days I was deteriorating physically. The combination of high amounts of alcohol and a very stagnant existence devoted almost purely to scouring the internet for work opportunities and long, aimless walks down alley ways at midnight had taken a toll.  All that and the hours of compulsive masturbation.

On day ten I had wandered into a small barber shop in West Shinjuku to get a trim in order to stay sharp for my yet to be scheduled job interviews. The haircut was a travesty and the experience was ridiculous.

Travesty and Ridiculous; two words that describe the haircut I got, aptly shown above, and Corey Feldman's career.

As I stumbled out of the tiny little barber shop, directly across the narrow wet street, was a black tented door with the words “24 hour Health Club” printed on it in pink letters.

The idea of paying a little cash to get under some iron and work up a sweat seemed like a decent trade-off.   There hadn’t been quite as much ninja-battling as I had anticipated before arriving in Japan and I was losing condition but quick.  I was tense and on edge, my future plans unsure. The act of exercising seemed to be just what I needed at that moment. I wasted no time and strolled inside.

One might say that the pink lettering on the door should have set off more bells than it did, but having been bombarded with nothing but strobing neon images culminating in sensory overload for the last ten days I gave it literally no consideration.  I had been to Palm Springs.  I knew Pink didn’t mean “Men that do growth Hormone and love Cock sex ONLY”.

Inside I walked through a short black hallway into what seemed to be some sort of waiting room. I stood there dumbly looking around the tiny room at the little sofas, the Lava lamp. I summoned all my intellect to figure out “What the hell kind of Gym is this?”. At that moment an older Japanese woman came out from around another corner and literally gasped jumping back a solid foot when she saw me standing there.

Her tiny hands shot up to form the ever present “X” shape signaling “No foreigner, no no no.” Then holding this strong “X” shape in front of her body and vigorously shaking her head “no” she inched towards me. It was like I was a servant of satan sent to feast on her fleshy children.  I was that white demon.
I felt profoundly absurd.

My mind floundered for a Japanese word out of the ten or so I had in my head that might help.

Out of the two that came to mind (Rape/Goodbye)  “Sayonara” seemed appropriate.

Within 2 minutes I was back on the wet street facing the black door and the pink letters. A late, fat rain drop fell on my forehead and I reached up to brush some hair off the back of my neck. Turning around, I realized someone was behind me.  The 60 something year old Barber who had so successfully mangled my hair only moments earlier was in fact, that someone.

He was standing just outside the door way of his shop, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Ironically enough his hair was badly disheveled and disturbing, a white tuft sprang out at an odd angle from his upper left temple. His arms were in front of him, outstretched as if holding something but nothing was there and he was pumping his pelvis forward in a taunting, awkward motion; the international signal for “Doggy style.”  I did quick mental math.

Come on dude I paid you already!

OH! So THAT’S WHY you gave me this hair cut?!

Wait it wasn’t that….

My eyes looked into the window of his little Barber shop and I saw his wife holding a dust pail full of my hair, a broom in her other hand, a smile broad, broken and crooked on her round spectacled face…her hair a disconcerting shade of purple which filled me with a nameless dread.

I looked back at the Barber as he took the cig in between two fingers, exhaled smoke while continuing his convulsive movements and said with a smile “Japaneesa Fuck fuck…fuck fuck….good.” He then proceeded to cackle uncontrollably while giving me a dilapidated thumbs up.  At that point a small part of me died and I managed a categorically grotesque smile.

I smiled the smile you use when your 90-year-old grandmother lets all the food shes eating, the turkey and cranberry sauce, slowly slide out of her mouth into her lap at Thanksgiving dinner, right in front of everyone. Your mouth moves up, your eyes search wildly for an escape route, a rocket pack, an Uzi.

To say that I made my journey into the sexual underbelly of Japan unattended would be an understatement.

The Reality vs. The Illusion

Japan functions delicately by ignoring reality and insisting on maintaining a very calm and acceptable surface facade. This is called “Tatemae” and “Honne” These are recognized social mechanisms in Japan. Tatemae is the preferable illusion. Honne is the undesirable reality.

These are not novel concepts and have been covered extensively in the literature. However a basic understanding of the two is needed if one hopes to understand the sexual culture and its corresponding business’s in Japan.

In Japan, as in many other countries the family is given an exulted status as an institution worth maintaining.
The bond between parents and children is respected as is that between Husband and Wife.

At the same time though, everyone generally understands that men like to get their joints worked by someone other than their wives fairly regularly if possible. Hence the silent agreement in many a marriage here that the man can go see hookers as long as he doesn’t have a Girlfriend. Girlfriend could mean an intrusion into the mans heart where as the wives know that hookers are just that: numb humping service robots.

Or so the theory goes.

The fact is, most girls get into the murky abyss of the sex industry for one primary motivating factor….


The annual unreported and non-taxable income of the prostitution industry in Japan is upwards of 945 billion yen. That’s about 8.5 billion U.S. dollars….every year.

The biggest name brand retails in the world make the lions share of their profits in Japan. Hermes, Versace, Gucci. They all clean house here. With the average monthly income being about 2,200 USD per month, one is left wondering where those high-end vendors are unloading their goods year after year. It might be instructive to notice that in every red light district several shops stick out like that tranny who came to the church pool party; these places are there to sell those expensive goods to the only large demographic that has disposable cash i.e. проститутка (hooker in Russian. I love Russian!)
As far as the Porno bizz or as my friend from Arkansas calls it “the family farm” are concerned, legitimate statistics are hard to come by.  That having been said it is an absolutely massive industry.  But for example. Soft on Demand, ONE of the more prominent yet more vanilla companies record profits, THAT’S PROFITS of 8 million USD.  This is only one company in an ocean of competitors.

The money is there to be had, nobody can argue against that point.

I referenced this article whilst composing this masterpiece

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How to pay for sex in Tokyo-1

Guest post by:  “Bateman”

Friday night on the piss and no relief in sight for that itch for ass you’ve been nursing all week. What’s a guy to do? The steaming flesh pots of Tokyo offer relief.

Known as Esthe salon or simply “massage”, Tokyo is home to a huge range of “happy ending” outlets. The trick is, dividing those offering full service from those that do not.

There are lots of ways to sort these online, but almost all require Japanese. Your best bet when you want a quick and easy solution is to hit a neighborhood where these joints are concentrated – the alleys of Kabukicho, Ikebukuro, Gotanda, etc.

Gotanda is particularly good – relatively foreigner friendly, it is close to the city center and just a ten to fifteen minute taxi ride from Roppongi.

When you arrive at the station, you will see across from the busy side some back streets with sketchy looking signs and people wandering about trying to attract customers.

Among these will be some girls asking if you want a massage. And generally, they speak enough English that you can confirm it is the type of massage you are looking for.

Once you find what you want, they take you inside and ask you what level of service you want – all the way from fist of glory to full service.

There is room to negotiate here – ask for more for less. If they are not busy and you are nice about it, they will likely go for it. They will also often ask as part of this process whether it is your first visit – the answer to which is no. If they know you have been before, they know they need to up their game to keep your interest. And, as a regular customer, you can talk them down in price.

Once confirmed and paid, you will be taken to a room with a massage table and asked to change. Your girl then comes to take you to shower. These places generally only have three or four girls so there is not a lot of room to trade up if you don’t like what you see.

The service level also varies depending on the shop, the girl and the time of day – but the results are all the same. Enjoy!

Read more posts from Bateman and learn about Tokyo’s dark places in Haunted Tokyo or check out The History of Illogical Blood typing by Gaijinass

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News in Japan today:

Kyoto Kiddy Porn

Authorities in Kyoto prefecture are considering passing laws banning the simple possession of child pornography.

For the uninitiated, the law in Japan regarding child pornography is sad at best. The existing law bans the production and possession of child pornography for sale, however it does not effect people who simply possess it. Whoever can have a stack of kiddy porn in his closet and it is not against the law. This obviously means that there is a market for these products and the Yakuza takes full advantage of this legal loop hole.

Japan has a somewhat unique stance regarding prostitution and this is something I find difficult to assault, however, the same organizations that control these institutions also take advantage of lax laws and a lackadaisical police (spray paint a poster of Tokyo’s Jackass Right wing fanatic Mayor Isshi and they will hunt you down, Child porn…mewww) force to engage in child prostitution and child pornography.

In addition, elements in the business and entertainment world have brainwashed entire generations of Japanese men and women with constant images of young girls depicted as sex maniacs as seen in interactive games such as RAPELAY, and many other such games. Not to mention the standard everyday Japanese “Manga” or comic book.

The situation is reportedly getting worse. Based on a study done by the U.S. Department of State, prosecutions for sex trafficking, something with a direct correlation to Child pornography, went from 17 prosecuted cases in 2006 to only 12 in 2007. Identified victims, Japanese children, just in the first half of 2007 totaled 773. These are only the JAPANESE CHILDREN identified in a National Police Agency report. published large portions of the 2009 report in which it was discussed that “Fifty-six victims were elementary school pupils, up 70 percent from 2008, while 159 were junior high school students, an increase of 26 percent. Nine were preschool children, up 50 percent. ” Sadly this is likely simply the tip of a massive Iceberg.

Despite the National police forces claims at “cracking down” on perpetrators who are violently and regularly exploiting children, the reality of the situation is quite different.

In May of 2010, The Democratic Party of Japan blocked legislation that would make simple private possession of pornography illegal and criminally punishable. The DPJ insisted that “called for the definition of child pornography to be narrowed down”. The legislation was blocked on the grounds of “Privacy and Freedom of Expression.”

Both of these primises are completely ludicrous considering the track record of Japan. Privacy in Japan essentially does not exist. It is standard for a woman sitting through an interview for new employment to be asked questions about her marriage, if she plans to have children, why she hasn’t had them yet and so on. The Police have every right to enter a private residence and completely ransack it if one has been arrested of a crime as simple as verbal assault or defacement of public property. Not convicted or even indicted, simply arrested. Privacy is not something close to the Japanese heart.

The secondary statement involving the proposed Legislation that was turned down infringing on ones freedom of expression is equally, if not more absurd. If anyone anywhere is to be able to look at another man with anything other than disdain and distrust a moral imperative must be realized. Expression of what? One must express ones sexual interest in young children? Repugnant and absurd. Again, this is not about horny and physically unbalanced 17 year old’s in the bushes but rather young children.
How does that bar someones freedom of expression? The government in Japan is not interested in freedom of expression. Divulging someones past criminal record can land you easily in civil court for slander since you have infringed on someone else via your slanderous comments.
It seems very clear to me that individuals in possession of child pornography (elementary kids people) are directly contributing to an ongoing criminal enterprise. They desire these materials and the Yakuza provides them, in fact it is a major cash crop for these organizations. These children do not upload pictures of themselves tied up and sodomized for fun. That is not what 10 year old’s get up to. These images are made by criminals to make a profit. The children and the damage done to them is simply “Collateral Damage” (more sanitizing language like the term used to search for these materials on line: not Child porn but “lolita”) in the mind of these gangsters and apparently not much else in the Minds of the Politicians, who are connected with the Mafia, that bar the legislation necessary to protect them. Japan or the USA, if you went online and began emailing state secrets or private corporate information, charges would be pressed. Freedom of Expression has boundaries and a fundamental one would be collecting and viewing videos that directly OR indirectly contribute to the sexual abuse of kids.

The Lawyer who brought the legislation before the DPJ, Keiji Goto, said at the en of the proceedings that “The only people who will be pleased at the failure to pass this legislation are pedophiles.”
A shame that ISN’T the case, in reality, complex underground criminal organizations and Politicians and police with their hands out will also be quite pleased.

Hence the potential passing of productive and meaningful legislation in Kyoto barring Private possession being a ray of light illuminating a grim and dim situation.

However, with wordage such as “Kyoto may ban child porn outright”…..I am left feeling Dubious. Very Dubious.

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