My full name, according to a snarky friend, means “Ocean Brains.” My parents intentions were slightly different; they wanted my story to be one of a life lived for the pursuit of knowledge, an intellect as vast as the ocean. I think “Ocean Brains” is more fitting.
Luke Nguyen represents an image of masculinity that refuses to fit within the mold of standard archetypes of Western manhood. He constantly performs a mediated form of masculinity, fluctuating between exaggerated extremes with a kind of self-aware humor that both reveals and mocks the hidden precepts of what it means to be “a man.”
The Asian fetish is epitomized in porn, which promises that Asian women want white men to want them, that they want to please white men, and that they prefer to be (culturally, sexually) dominated.
Food and an Aussie Accent. If I were a bit more sexually ambivalent, I’d have jizzed my pants. You too will reach the same premature conclusion when you watch the ever-dapper Luke Nguyen.
I am a foul-mouthed little bastard. And here, my pretty ones, is why you should be too.
Part 2 of an analysis on the intersections of race and gender.
Food, race, and sexual deviancy? All enmeshed here.