Sex in Japan


A love hotel is a type of short-stay hotel found around the world operated primarily for the purpose of allowing couples privacy for sexual activities.

Love hotels are everywhere in Japan.  A lot of people continue to live with family well into their thirties and people need a place to get their freak on.  Love Hotels provide such a place and this is not a new story.  However, in my travels on foot around Ikebukuro I have made some interesting discoveries and there are mysteries I am trying to figure out in order to write about them.  Some include the Yakuza, some the Triads, some the Cops, legions of homo-erotic loving female teenagers, some bizarre “ghost” properties and the connections these have with the aforementioned groups.  One thing I have found without a doubt, Ikebukuro is a strange and unique place.  The tour is starting here:


This is about half way down “Heiwai dori” or “Peace Street” just north of the north exit at Ikebukuro station. It’s peaceful in that the street is laid in red brick and I have never seen any of the prostitutes, who lurk in every corner, beating each other up. Peaceful. This might have something to do with the police presence in the Koban at the southern and northern ends of the street.   Aside from a tolerable little bakery, a curry shop and a couple of bars there isn’t much more on this  street except for  “working hotels” and by that I mean hotels the pros take johns to.

Let me explain, being snarky, I had planned to title this “7 great spots to take hookers to in Ikebukuro”.  But due to my uh, journalistic integrity, I could not in all good conscience do this.  Why?  Most pros don’t meet clients in the Love Hotels I will show you on here. You can see them going into and leaving the very bland and often shabby establishments that don’t even offer a “Stay” rate.  It’s always a uniquely Japanese sight to see some hooker bowing to the gentleman she has just finished with and them both exchanging the same language Salary men and Office workers use when finishing a meeting or the work day.

I am not here writing a step by step on finding hookers in Ikebukuro.  You can find info on that here or here.  But I take this route a couple of times a week to and from the gym located on the East side and it’s never a boring walk.  It also ties in well with some other things I will post about in the near future.  Consider this a warm up.

So if you are coming south up Heiwa Dori from Ikebukuro’s north exit take a right onto a smaller black asphalt street where the map indicates.  Walk to the second right and turn again.  This is what you will see.


We can start by taking a look at “Hotel Room.”



Reasonable rates for the young couple.  I doubt much “resting” transpires, however. Nice VIP room.


Little tacky Las Vegas creeping in here but one will not miss “Hotel Casablanca”. Of this I am sure.  Rates? Amenities?


But of course.  Not sure what that blender like object is there for.

Next we have “Xavier’s School for gifted Youngsters…”


“…and people who just want to have sex a lot.”


There are many smaller hotels on the strip but these are the exclamation points visually.  At the end of the strip there is a run down no frills type joint used by the professionals and to the left, the tunnel under the road, which looks like a secondary location for a scene out of IRREVERSIBLE.


I have tipped my hat and bid a good evening to several ladies of the night waiting for someone on my way home from the gym passing along this little street of dreams.

Now, why would someone purposefully take this filthy walk several times a week?  Other than this being the fastest way from door to door, home to gym, once we pass through this alley and turn left going up the steps, the view regularly has me standing and staring again, even after ten years, inspired.


Check back for the tour will continue. And it just gets weirder.

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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! KAWAII!

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!

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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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White Woman : Japan Sex

By: Le Tiger

Sex is  an amazing motivator.

There are many things that motivate me to lose weight. Three things in particular right now; One being the fact that I feel like a fat-ass compared to all the skinny/small Japanese people, ESPECIALLY the women. Two is a major one, kickboxing. I HAVE to lose weight for my competition coming up in September, about 7 kg / 15 pounds. And the third one….

I want to have hot sex.  I told you, its an amazing motivator.

I want to lose weight, feel sexy, and feel comfortable being naked in front of someone. After my last fight (January 2010)I was at 65 kg / 143 pounds and feeling great about my win, SO great that I decided it was time to reward myself by binge eating piles of junk food everyday. Inevitably, I got depressed and homesick soon after and found I couldn’t STOP eating. I have been trying to diet ever since. I was my heaviest at 75 kg / 165 pounds, and have lost some weight in the last month or so, but I still have a way to go.

I think though, that most of you readers are not here to listen to my lamentations in regards to my attractive binge eating habits so I will just get on with it.  About my sex…..


There were many firsts with Shion. First time I had sex in Japan, first Japanese guy I ever had sex with, first ‘Host‘ I had sex with, and first Love Hotel I ever used. To get the story set up, I want to explain what led me to find and sleep with a guy like Shion. I had just moved to Tokyo after quitting my shitty job at an Eikaiwa down in Okazaki. I guess, the job itself wasn’t that shitty, just a bunch of crappy circumstances. The most immediate disappointment was just my initial impressions about Japan. I have wanted to come to Japan ever since I was 12 years old, and was so excited when I actually got a job and plane ticket to actually fly over here. But that all faded fast after being placed in Okazaki, a very small, boring city.  I suppose Okazaki is a nice enough place, but I came here looking for my fantasy, not for real life! Come on Japan, Work with me!

There were many other things that went on in those first two months, but that’s another blog. I  finally had to quit that job and move to Tokyo. Also around this time, I was getting out of a relationship with a guy from back home. There were feelings of depression, loneliness, anger, and of course a lot of horny hot energy which for the most part, had no good place to go. (This would be because I went for having sex-sexy-sex-sex ALL THE DAMN TIME to not having any, at all, for months.)

The first job I found in Tokyo was at a ‘foreign ladies’ bar in Tokyo. This is where I met my awesome friend, Hannah, who is a singer from LA. She had also moved to Tokyo recently, so we were both ready to party it up. This is where Shion came into the picture. Hannah and I had started off going to normal bars and clubs, which were fun. But then we discovered ‘Host’ bars. For those of you who don’t know, a Host bar is like a Hostess bar; where young, pretty girls are paid to sit, talk, and drink with men; but it’s the other way around; young, attractive men are paid to talk, flirt, and drink with women. We visited quite a few bars over a couple of weeks, having fun getting all this attention from guys. We ended up finding a favorite bar (in the middle of Kabuki-chou, a very classy area.) which is where Shion had worked. We invited him and some of the other guys out for more drinking after they finished work. We ended up going to a karaoke bar and Shion and I hit it off. He was your typical Host; anime-styled hair, fashionable (yet ridiculous clothes, good looking, skinny. But he had half-sleeve tattoos on both of his arms, and I’ve always had a thing for tattoos. After hanging out a few times, it was set up that Shion and I would end the night in a Love Hotel. (By the way, he didn’t speak English, and my Japanese was still awful at the time, so that’s why it was set up with one of the other guys who spoke English, and of course, Hannah.)
So we were off! We checked into a hotel nearby, went up to the room…which was everything you could expect from a Love Hotel; blacklights mixed with soft lighting, music playing in the background, and a drawer full of condoms. So we started undressing each other, I had a condom with me, so I gave it to him, he put it on and we started. Then, about 2 minutes into it he stopped and said, ‘Too big’ while making a frowny face and motioning at the condom. I said, ‘Ooooh, whoops!’ Then he asked, ‘American?’ I nodded and we both laughed a bit while he threw the condom away. Now, just to be clear, he wasn’t THAT small, he was normal in length but I guess he had just slightly less girth than the average American guy. At any rate, he pulled out a condom from the drawer and we went along our way, and surprisingly he seemed completely unphased by what had just happened.

Then there was the time we got it on in my guesthouse. This would have been the second time we had sex. Neither one of us had money for a hotel, so I suggested my guesthouse in Ginza, as he told me through translation of his friend, that he shared a room. So we were off to my guesthouse, THIS time with Japanese condoms in hand. My room was really small, about 10 ft by 8 ft, and I had a futon on the floor with some clothes and stuff next to it. We started getting it on, as people do, and about halfway through, there was a strange noise coming from nearby. We both noticed it, looked around briefly, and then kept going. We finished, but the noise had not stopped. I sifted through the items by my futon, the pile of junk, and oh yes, of course, somehow my vibrator had switched on. I pulled it out to turned it off, and out of nowhere, this cartoon character of a man, someone that hadn’t spoken 3 words to me in English, the guy that couldn’t order fries with his Big Mac if his life depended on it, Shion yelled, ‘Laura!…. Masturbation!!’

Guest house with walls of cardboard and the monolingual gent in bed with me manages to yell my name at the top of his lungs and follow that up with “Masturbation??” Somethings, truly are priceless.

Guys in Japan

In America, I usually had a boyfriend or a special friend, and often with good, sometimes great chemistry. In Japan….one year and 5 months later, I am still waiting. I believe there are a few reasons for this.
First being the language barrier. It’s true, I have been in Japan over a year, but the first year I was here was hell for me and I didn’t really care about learning Japanese as much as I cared about having someplace to live, some food to eat, and NOT getting groped or forced to give BJs (As explained in my last post.)So my Japanese level is not where I want it to be. But I am starting to change that this year.
Also, I think my self-image, at least lately, has affected my sex life. Obviously, if I don’t feel sexy or attractive, guys are not going to find me those things either. And I can honestly say I haven’t felt very attractive for the last 4 months or so. But that will change soon too, as I plan on getting my ass in top shape this summer.
As for guys in Japan….well, this may be a bit unfair, but I have narrowed it down into 6 categories…
1) Young, Japanese guys who aren’t interested at all in foreign girls.
2) Young, Japanese guys who are interested, but usually just for a one-night stand.
3) Old, Japanese guys who are ewww.
Old Man
4) Foreign guys who are only interested in Japanese girls.
5) Foreign guys who are interested, but who want just a fling, and are usually loud, drunk, and on vacation or something.

6) Married or taken guys.
I guess there is a seventh category…Japanese and foreign guys who are interested in foreign girls and are looking for more than one night stands, but this group is pretty illusive.

I guess I’ll just have to be patient. Hopefully I can have hot sex before the one year mark, but considering that’s about 2 weeks away….it might be cutting it close.

Footnote: Hot sex pre-one year mark NOT ATTAINED. How do you spell F-A-I-L-?


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“She Works Hard for the Money”

Guest post by “Le Tigre”

Because the fact of the matter is, I didn’t just get off the fuckin’ boat.

I have been an English teacher at an Eikaiwa (english conversation school…vomit).
I have been a bartender at a foreign ‘ladies’ bar.
I have been a hostess at clubs ranging from ‘nice,’ to places were I felt like I was actually hired to be a hooker.
I am a professional kickboxer, seriously.
I am an ALT (Assistant Language Teacher) at a public elementary school.

I have lived in….
Okazaki, Aichi for 2 months
Ginza, Tokyo for 3 months
Fuda, Chofu for 2 months (living with my coach’s friend)
Ikebukuro, Tokyo for 1 month (living with Hannah Hypnotic)
Asagaya, Tokyo for 4 months
Saginomiya, Tokyo for 3 months
and currently Shin-Nakano, Tokyo for 2 months…so far.

With men…
I have lost a boyfriend from back home after 1.5 months of being in Japan, lets not talk about this.
I have slept with a host (These are Host types).
I have slept with a young, Japanese guy(19yo)…possibly taking his virginity.
I have had a pure sexual lust for a man over the last year. But it’s someone who I can never have, and have accepted that never going there with him is for the best.
I have been on a really awful date with a Japanese guy who got wasted after buying drinks he didn’t have money for and made me pay. Then, he followed that class act up by asking me the same stupid questions over and over and over in rapidly deteriorating slurred speech.

Let’s explore some of these experiences….

Hostess clubs.

August 2009 was when I first actually work in a real hostess club. I was introduced to the manager by a girl I had met a couple of times. This girl was from Spain, and a bit crazy. She had to have been at least 6′ tall, had dyed her hair that bright, fake looking red color, had color contacts, a lip ring and always wore corsets, thigh-highs, and knee-high boots. She was always nice to me, but I could never stand to talk to her for long periods of time, as our conversations always would go something like this…

Me ‘Hey, how’s it going?’

Her ‘ OH MY GOD! I need to get fucked!!! I am supposed to meet this one guy after work, but I don’t know if he’s going to show up…he’s kind of like an ikemen, oh my god he’s so fucking hot! I met him one night at…blah, blah, blah.’ (this sometimes continued on for a lengthy period of time.)

Me ‘Oh, sounds fun. How’s school?’

Her ‘What? Oh, it’s ok…OH MY FUCKING GOD!! You won’t believe this guy that I fucked 2 days ago…blah, blah, blah.’

Anyhow, she worked at a hostess club in Ikebukuro owned by some Nigerians. I know, a hostess club in Ikebukuro owned by some Nigerians, the ultimate location to climb that corporate ladder and secure a bright future, right?

I was living in Ikebukuro at the time and was completely fucked for money as I hadn’t had a job in 2-3 months, so I gave it a try.

My first day…
The owners were seemingly nice, and the other girls were being friendly. Okay, so far so good.
One thing I noticed right away was the stripper pole in the middle of the room and the black lights that lit the room. I soon found out that yes, there was a stripper, but no we (the hostesses) were not expected to take our clothes off. Phew.
There was one stripper a night, who usually performed once or twice depending on how busy it was. All together there were 3 strippers, all Japanese girls. There were about 8-10 hostesses that were all foreigners. It was mostly Philippino women, with the whacky Spanish girl, a French girl, a Brazilian woman….and me. The club had a ‘no touching’ policy, but it was considered a cheap, lower-class club, so many of the customers would ignore that policy and try to grab the girls. I saw most of the girls get grabbed/groped quite a bit. But I was pretty good at dodging and blocking their quick hands while laughing it off. Plus, I usually made it a point to mention to every customer that I was a professional kickboxer. Sometimes it seemed to ward off potential attacks. Cop a feel, lose some teeth.  It was an unspoken agreement between the customers and I.

The paycheck was once every 2 weeks. However, your first month there you had to wait until your 4th week to get paid. So I had made it 3.5 weeks, we were getting paid in literally 3 or 4 days…when the club got closed down. They had apparently not paid the rent in quite some time. There was a big fiasco regarding whether they were going to pay us or not.
One of the owners knew how broke I was and suggested that I work for his friend’s club in Shinjuku. They paid ¥12,000/night ($120) in cash. Not having the option of getting a better job and having to wait another month to get paid, I decided to check it out.

This is worst place I have ever worked….

There was still no concrete answer on whether I was going to get the ¥50,000 ($500) they owed me, so I went to work at the other club. (I never did get that money.)
This place was in the middle of Kabuki Chou, an area known for its high population of Yakuza and sex clubs, not so much for its pristine parks and Virgins. It was on level B1 of some random building. The place was real small, probably only able to hold about 10-15 customers at a time. It was even darker, with even more black lights than the last club. There were 2-3 tv’s posted on the walls, all usually playing a dvd of those 90s style, rap/porn videos. There were about 6 girls, the main girl was from Ethiopia, a French girl who was black, the old Brazilian woman from the last club, and a couple other older, less attractive women that I can’t remember. Helluva line up.
I worked there for 3 days.

Day 1
I’m told to dress sexy. I’m the only young, white girl there, and get requested right off the bat. The customer a young’er’ Indian guy who was visiting Tokyo. He orders some drinks for us and we start talking. After a few minutes he asked me how much the handjob was going to cost.

…come again….?

I didn’t say anything for a moment as I tried getting my thoughts together. I finally managed to blurt out that it was my first day and I wasn’t aware this was part of my job description. Thankfully, he was a descent guy and apologized for making me uncomfortable and said that the owner had told him I would give him this ‘service.’
I apologized and asked if he wanted to speak to another girl. So I called over the Ethiopian girl, told her the situation, and she confirmed that no, we don’t ‘usually’ do that.
He left.
After that, I sat on the couch thinking about the situation I was in. I thought about getting up and leaving right then. Then I realized….I don’t even have enough money for the train ticket home. So I stayed.
The rest of the night was slow and uneventful. Then, I got paid.

Day 2

I went back, only thinking about the money at the end of the night. The second night started off pretty normal. Then I was sat a table with a Japanese man and the Ethiopian girl. He bought us drinks, and apparently that means that he could now grope us. First he turned to me and asked in that sickening, drunk Japanese way,


I smiled, shrunk back and politely explained I don’t feel comfortable with that. The Ethiopian girl injected her self into things at this point and told him that he could touch her. Then I witnessed something that will probably be burned into my memory for a long time…He aggressively and hurriedly slid his hand right down the top of her dress. He rubbed her breasts in big, circular motions while she just sat there smiling and drinking. I was just sitting there watching, with a feeling of not really being there at all. It seemed like forever, but he finally left.

I was still living with my friend Hannah at the time and had mentioned the name of the club to her, it had no meaning to her at first. But I was sitting on the couch later that night, waiting and hoping there would be no more customers, when I got a text message from her. It urgently read something like, ”GET OUT of there! I told the name of the bar to my friend, and she used to work there and said it’s the place where customers get mad if you don’t let them touch you and will hit you!”

I sighed heavily and thought to myself, ‘This can’t be happening.’

And yet, I decided to stay. I had already made it through most of the night and I knew there would be money soon. However, since this night had been ‘slow’ they only paid us half, and said the rest would come tomorrow.
Which leads me to my last day….

Day 3

By this time I knew I would not be continuing this job much longer. I know, who would have guessed it? I knew that it would only be a matter of time before I got a customer who wouldn’t take ‘No’ for an answer. And in this situation I was scared to think of what would happen.
Two things happened during this night that were the final deal breakers. First, we had a Japanese man come in. He sat with the Ethiopian and the Brazilian. I didn’t have a customer so I was able to witness them being heavily groped as the drinks kept flowing. He became really drunk and for god only knows why, the Ethiopian chick started rubbing in between his legs. He got excited and of course, in clear sight for me, he wipped out his cock. It wasn’t like he pulled it out a little, he fully unzipped and slightly pulled down his pants and presented his already hard cock….laughing and trying to get them to touch it more. I then drifted back to that not really being there feeling. I was at that moment being traumatized and I KNEW it. A bizarre and sickening feeling. God knows when the Ethiopian girl or the burnt out Brazilian woman first felt this way.

Finally they got his pants on and he left.

I had a customer that night, but he was an American on a business trip and just wanted to speak English to someone. I was not really sure how true that was, but thankfully he never tried anything funny.
Next, another Japanese man came in. He got the Ethiopian girl and now the French girl. Again, the drinks were flowing, the groping was hardcore, and he was getting wasted out of his mind, he was having trouble getting the rim of the glass to his mouth. This time, the Ethiopian girl took advantage of the situation, grabbing his wallet out of his pants and ‘buying’ them more bottles of wine. He ran out of money and the owner and the girls got him to go to his ATM to get more money. Not sure what happened when they were out, but when they all came back something had made the guy mad, and they had a conversation in the front hallway for 20 minutes. I didn’t understand what was being said, as it was all in Japanese. But apparently they were trying to make him happy.

I happened to look over…
To my left was a single stall bathroom. The door was open, I could see the owner and the customer standing in the bathroom together, the customer’s back was facing me. I wasn’t sure why they were in the bathroom together for a while…until I saw the Ethiopian girl stand up in front of him. She was facing me and I saw her wipe her mouth off with the back of her hand, a neutral, bored look on her face, nothing at all in her eyes.

Holy shit…is that what I think…did that just happen?

At this point I felt sick to my stomach and a bit light headed. The Japanese customer was now happy as ever and he left all smiles.
The owner walked past me, and must have noticed that I was sitting stiffly on the couch looking pale, and asked if I was okay while he chuckled a bit. I forced a smile and said I was fine.
Soon after, I made my way into the bathroom, everything moved in semi slow motion as I took in the scene, the moist and humid smell of piss and bodies, the alcohol, lingering vomit and I turned to look in the mirror, my reflection somebody else, someone I didn’t know. When I looked down to turn on the water in order to wash my hands my whole body froze in place. There was cum shot across the front edge of the sink. I blinked a few times, turned around and walked back to my sofa. I got the rest of my money that night and never went back.

The last hostess club I worked at.

After the place in Kabuki-cho I had already started working as an ALT part-time. So I was able to eventually move back into a private apartment in Asagaya. However, money was still really tight since it was just a part-time job. So I decided to give hostessing one last chance, as I knew that if you got into a nice, expensive club the circumstances were much better. So I got a job at a club in Ginza, and it was nice. The customers were mostly businessmen and the ‘no touching’ policy was actually followed for the most part.
There isn’t anything too exciting about this club, so I’ll keep it short.
This was the last club I worked at for a few reasons..
First, I realized I was walking around absolutely hating and despising any Japanese man who I saw, especially salarymen. Working in those conditions and seeing what I was seeing, even at the more upscale clubs, I couldn’t help this.
Second, I obviously don’t enjoy being talked down to like I’m some idiot and sex-object by a complete asshole, egocentric men.
Third, and the reason I got fired from this last place, I just can’t pretend that I am in love with, or want to have sex with these men. Which, even though you aren’t expected to have sex, is what this kind of job is really all about.
The illusion that young, beautiful women want old, ugly men.

I am now a full-time English teacher and I am training for a kickboxing fight in September. And even though I have a hard time with certain teachers I work with, or troubling classes, after writing this and remembering my experiences, I realize the job I have now is the-fucking-shit compared to being a hostess.

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