The Pat Wong Diaries:

Kang's performance was magnificent. Harry was angry with her about how she had treated Paul, but I felt that she had acted the only way she had to -- strong, firm, and clear about a very basic matter: that he, Paul, was not going to be in control of any Chinese pussies he may be granted the privilege to enjoy.

The girls greeted her with a standing ovation the next Saturday when we gathered for another emergency meeting. I had filled them in on what had happened, not sparing any details. They all beamed with pride as they hugged and kissed her. She had done all of us proud, showing that white man that we were not the timid, submissive vaginas he must have imagined us to be when he fantasized and masturbated about us.

"She was not intimidated in the least," I told them proudly after we all sat down, surrounding Kang. "She was a dragon, with fire in her eyes. Even when he took his big penis out, she didn't flinch."

Kang nodded knowingly and said, "And it was a huge one, my dears, a huge one."

The girls laughed generously and hugged her again.

"I tell you, he was a little bit cocky at first," she continued, "but we brought him down a peg or two."

"He wanted to kiss her and lick her breasts," I interrupted her breathlessly, but she frowned and shook a finger at him and he just stopped, like a little boy.

They laughed again.

"His wife was sweet, I must say," Kang smiled and tilted her head.

"Very generous and patient," I nodded.

"Anyway," Kang stood up and cleared her throat, assuming a serious tone. "I need to read something to you ladies, and I need you to listen carefully to what I am about to say."

Kang stood in the middle of the room and took a piece of paper out of her purse. She unfolded it, cleared her throat, and began to speak in a clear, steady voice.

"Most gracious host, my dear fellow Mao sisters, daughters of our beloved China," Kang began, nodding first at me and then at the rest of the ladies. "I stand before you today as a proud woman and a proud Chinese. I have for long sought your approval and acceptance, and today I find myself overjoyed by your warm welcome and your generous embrace. For a long time, I must confess, I have felt remote and distant from you, my dear sisters. You have granted me respect and deference, and even love, but you have looked upon me all these years as a deviant, someone to reproach rather than to emulate, someone to blame rather than to praise. And I understand and do not blame you, and I respect you. My hunger for sex has always been excessive, and, I will submit and grant, remains excessive in spite of the years, and my lust for men, large or small, young or old, white, yellow, brown, or black, continues to define who I am and how I view life. My long record of sleeping with hundreds of men through the years has repulsed you, I know full well, and has driven you to view me as though I were an immoral animal. And again, I do not blame you for your feelings. And I do not blame your husbands, either, who have sneered at me and looked at me with hostility. I do not blame them because I understand them: I understand that they felt threatened and one should never blame another for acting our of fear. But I am here to tell you, my dear sisters, that I am not a beast and that I am not immoral -- that I know the difference between right and wrong, good and bad, and that in every action I have taken and in every word I have spoken, I have sought to ensure that no one was hurt as a result of my deeds."

We clapped warmly at this point, all of us nodding and smiling at Kang, and then fell silent.

Kang continued: "All these years, I have sought one thing and one thing only: my freedom and my dignity in a world full of men unwilling or unable to deal with me for who I was rather than for what they saw me as -- a walking, talking vagina. I realized from the first moment I became conscious, when I was a tiny girl, that I was the equal of every other human being on this earth, man or woman, and that no one was superior to me, nor was I superior to anyone else. And yet, that very basic fact was challenged and rejected at every turn. I was handsome and attractive, so boys wanted to kiss me and touch my young breasts. When they addressed me, they used simple words and spoke in funny, baby voices, and I was confused and did not like it. It was only after I came to this country that I finally understood what it was all about: that it was a simple matter of males wanting to copulate with females. And that was when I decided that I had to do something about it: I had to take on the world of men head on, and to conquer that world, at least within my own small sphere, and turn the table on these men who were ruling us with their smelly cocks."

The girls smiled and some giggled.

"And I have done just so: no man has ever dominated me, or told me what to do, or ordered me around without suffering severe consequences."

She then lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties and said, pointing to her vagina, "This pussy has seen many cocks. Cocks of all races. And this pussy has enjoyed itself beyond belief." Then she pulled up her panties and tugged her skirt down, and continued. "But it is now time that we move to the next step: the step where my lessons are learned by all of you, where you take hold of your freedom and assert your standing in this world as an absolutely free human being."

She nodded and put her piece of paper down.

"It is time that you began conquering. That you let your pussy loose and began to experience what I have experienced: pure power and pure freedom."

We looked at Kang and frowned. We were not following what she was leading to.

Kang smiled and then began to pace in the middle of the room.

"Here is a man with a large cock and a libido as deep and smoldering as volcano lava. A clean man, and an experienced one at that. And he is an American to boot. What better occasion to declare your independence from your matrimonial ties than with a fornication session with this animal? And what better occasion to reaffirm the dignity of our dear motherland of China than to turn this white American man into our sex slave, and do it in front of his wife, on their very sacred bed? It is our time, my dears, as women and as Chinese, to assert ourselves. We have been meek enough, small enough, silent enough. It is time we roared. It is time we turned our old pussies loose and had our full fill. The years are passing by and our time is running out. Your husbands have tortured you enough with their petty pains and their small habits.

Rebel now, it is never too late. Taste the sweet nectar of power and freedom before the hourglass runs out of sand grains."

Bao stood up and clapped loudly and enthusiastically. Mei smiled tenderly and stood up to embrace Kang. Touched by Kang's fiery words, we all lined up to embrace her.

She was right, we all felt: we had suffered enough at the hands of our selfish husbands. We couldn't simply let them get away with how they had treated us through the years: how they had neglected us, had taken us for granted, had disrespected us, had accused us of nagging them when all we were doing was looking out for them; we couldn't let them just fade away, their pride and dignity intact, thinking that they had done right by us and had been good husbands.

No, that was not in the cards -- not after Kang had shown us the light and the way.