To finish my mumbling in my last entry, white expats- and other older whitemen interested in Filipinas- tell themselves that sexy young
Filipinas are into them because Filipinos respect and value the aged. Sure they do but what does THAT have to do with sex and/or marriage? If it were at all true you would see plenty of May-December romances where both partners are Filipino. It is amazing how self-centered these whitemen are.
That said, almost all Filipinas love white men, at least physically. I thought it was the usual Colonialist:Occupoed paradigm where Filipinas equate white skin with power. As most know, the ultimate aphrodisiac is power. The Spaniards had half a millenia in which they ruled over a closed nation. Most of the nation was akin to North Korea today with its mystique and allure for the adventurous. Inside the Spanish-Occupied nation the Colonialist masters forbade race mixing. To my knowledge only the Philippines and Cueta (Spanish Morocco) had miscegenation regulations. Of course plenty of Spaniards, including Catholic Churchmen flouted this. Also, the Spaniards based their taxation in the Philippines on one's racial categorisation, whith full whites paying no taxes whatsoever. Certainly another real advantage of white skin.
Then, in reading historical records I discovered that white skin was admired by long before Europeans arrived by Filipinos- or rather, the various Austonesian tribes living on the 7-thousand-odd islands who would become known AS Filipinos. The Bukidnon Tribe (there are two disparate groups with the moniker) in the Visayas Region (Central Philippines) picks a young virgin, 4 or 5-years old. She is to be married to a tribal chief. She is trained in all necessary arts and customs but the most fascinating thing to me is that she may not go outside her house until the day she weds. This is to keep her skin white.
In my old BL Journal I once told an anecdote that relates to this theme. A couple of days before flying from Mindanao to NYC to see about getting on Interferon for my HCV (Hepatitis C), we were running short of finished rice. We raised/raise rice and we mill rice. Sometimes though we will get an important customer for our wholesale milled rice. When we are short on stock we purchase from other distributors. Mario, my former father in law- and still a great friend- decided that we would go to Prosperidad, the provincial capital, though this distributor was located deep in the bush.
It was a large order so we took a convoy of our dual axle flatbeds- think Mack tandem dump lorry but instead of the dumpbody it had a flatbed. Imitialy I rode with one of the teams of riflemen. A single flatbed can carry rice worth more than a year's wages for the average Filipino and we were running 10 loads. Ergo we bring 3 teams of heat, soldiers from Guthrie paramilitary which Mario coleads with Colonel Carlos Lademora. However my ex-wife Rizza was driving me batty over my upcoming flight so I hopped in to one of the lorries. As we drove down a dirt track through the jungle we suddenly emerged into a huge rice paddy on both sides of us. There was a Sari Sari, the equivalent of a corner grocery. Despite it being night already the barefoot Filipina of possibly 20-years of age locked onto me and to my astonishment began screaming "Kano! Kano! Kano!!!" - meaning "American but signifying all white skinned men. She actually ran after the lorry!
Filipinas are into them because Filipinos respect and value the aged. Sure they do but what does THAT have to do with sex and/or marriage? If it were at all true you would see plenty of May-December romances where both partners are Filipino. It is amazing how self-centered these whitemen are.
That said, almost all Filipinas love white men, at least physically. I thought it was the usual Colonialist:Occupoed paradigm where Filipinas equate white skin with power. As most know, the ultimate aphrodisiac is power. The Spaniards had half a millenia in which they ruled over a closed nation. Most of the nation was akin to North Korea today with its mystique and allure for the adventurous. Inside the Spanish-Occupied nation the Colonialist masters forbade race mixing. To my knowledge only the Philippines and Cueta (Spanish Morocco) had miscegenation regulations. Of course plenty of Spaniards, including Catholic Churchmen flouted this. Also, the Spaniards based their taxation in the Philippines on one's racial categorisation, whith full whites paying no taxes whatsoever. Certainly another real advantage of white skin.
Then, in reading historical records I discovered that white skin was admired by long before Europeans arrived by Filipinos- or rather, the various Austonesian tribes living on the 7-thousand-odd islands who would become known AS Filipinos. The Bukidnon Tribe (there are two disparate groups with the moniker) in the Visayas Region (Central Philippines) picks a young virgin, 4 or 5-years old. She is to be married to a tribal chief. She is trained in all necessary arts and customs but the most fascinating thing to me is that she may not go outside her house until the day she weds. This is to keep her skin white.
In my old BL Journal I once told an anecdote that relates to this theme. A couple of days before flying from Mindanao to NYC to see about getting on Interferon for my HCV (Hepatitis C), we were running short of finished rice. We raised/raise rice and we mill rice. Sometimes though we will get an important customer for our wholesale milled rice. When we are short on stock we purchase from other distributors. Mario, my former father in law- and still a great friend- decided that we would go to Prosperidad, the provincial capital, though this distributor was located deep in the bush.
It was a large order so we took a convoy of our dual axle flatbeds- think Mack tandem dump lorry but instead of the dumpbody it had a flatbed. Imitialy I rode with one of the teams of riflemen. A single flatbed can carry rice worth more than a year's wages for the average Filipino and we were running 10 loads. Ergo we bring 3 teams of heat, soldiers from Guthrie paramilitary which Mario coleads with Colonel Carlos Lademora. However my ex-wife Rizza was driving me batty over my upcoming flight so I hopped in to one of the lorries. As we drove down a dirt track through the jungle we suddenly emerged into a huge rice paddy on both sides of us. There was a Sari Sari, the equivalent of a corner grocery. Despite it being night already the barefoot Filipina of possibly 20-years of age locked onto me and to my astonishment began screaming "Kano! Kano! Kano!!!" - meaning "American but signifying all white skinned men. She actually ran after the lorry!