As most of my readers are probably aware, the venerable Return of Kings has gone on hiatus. And as somebody who spent three years as an on-staff writer, all of us poring our minds together in cranking out articles for them every week, I can safely say that Roosh was probably the best boss I’ve ever worked for. Contrary to the raving crackpot stereotype he is often slandered with, he in fact kept his promises, paid me on time, gave me ample exposure (there’s a very good chance you wouldn’t be reading this if it weren’t for him), and all in all I can say that in those three years, there was only one time where I had any real beef with the man.

(Before you take that dubiously, ask yourself if you’ve ever worked a job where you only had one minor conflict with your boss in a 3 year span).

It was when I had just published my first book: the venerable, the awe inspiring Oriental’s Guide to Sex, Strength, and Satisfaction. I had written an article that would ultimately serve as an advertisement for the book, but would spend the bulk of the body of text discussing whether or not Asian men were, in fact, inherently sexless. I discussed how previous (white) media producers and writers had portrayed Asian men as dangerous and frightening—with special emphasis being put on how Jack London’s infamous essay The Yellow Peril is, in my opinion, one of the most empowering things that a white man has ever said about Asian people.

I thought it was a pretty good article—it transcended being more than just a mere advertisement and discussed one of my favorite writers. But yet, Roosh rejected it.

This didn’t deter me—he had never been afraid to critique my writing, so I got to editing. I rewrote it, and submitted it.

He rejected it again.

And I rewrote it again, and he rejected it again. This repeated for another two times: five times in total.

I didn’t really get a clear answer as to why this is—Roosh suggested that I change the article’s subject a few times, but I refused, because I felt that his suggestions (usually something along the lines of “Five Things Asian men can do to (X)” didn’t quite have that air of defiance and masculine anger that I wanted. Otherwise I didn’t get a clear answer as to what the problem was. Eventually I just paid to have a sponsored article, making it a much more brazen advertisement for my book.

To this day, I still wonder what the problem was. No other article I had ever written had gotten such a critical drubbing. Had I just lost all my writing skills for that one article, and immediately regained them the next week?

I don’t think that’s likely. Instead, allow me to posit something:

It is my opinion that Roosh was simply so gobsmacked, so utterly baffled by the concept of a masculine, sexually adroit Asian man (and a book teaching others to be the same) that his mind just rejected the very idea as a matter of principle. Similar to the old apocryphal story about how Australian aborigines couldn’t comprehend the ships of the white men and so their minds basically shut them out.

Now, this is not a slam on Roosh—as I said, this one instance is the only problem I have ever had in my interactions with the man, and I don’t blame him for having what I have dubbed a mental block. He’s hardly alone in this confusion—whether or not it’s caused by nature or nurture, inherent sexlessness or deliberate Hollywood stereotyping (and you all know that I feel it’s roughly a 50-50 split between the two), I find that people in general react to talk of my overwhelming sexual prowess with something between anthropological curiosity and Lovecraftian mind-breaking, at least until they get to know me more personally (whether that “knowledge” be biblical or otherwise).

Simply put, the concept of an Asian man who’s a sexual dynamo is something that simply should not be, and most people just can’t wrap their minds around it at first. This is what the title refers to—when you break a stereotype so thoroughly, you break people’s brains. Or, in the words of Anonymous Conservative, you cause an amygdala hijack.

Take a look around you and you might notice this going on: When a white man refuses to be a sniveling, self-pitying cuckold, shitlibs freak out. Why? Because the stereotype is broken, and so are their brains. When a black man or any other minority refuses to go along with the “I hate white people, give me shit” narrative, their minds are broken, and they react with hysterical shrieking and occasional violence.

And while it might at first seem counter-intuitive that they’d hate an Asian man for overcoming “muh desexualization”…well, nobody really wants to see Asian men have a resurgent sexuality, as evidenced by the hysterical shrieking of white beta males in the comments of my Return of Kings article, “men” who were utterly enraged that something might threaten their access to easy, low quality Asian poon.

Personally, I enjoy breaking people’s minds, so I will continue to do so by being a virile pornomancer with epicanthic folds. Try it for yourself—it’ll make shitty people leave you, and those who remain (ie: those who can eventually wrap their heads around it) will be the people you want to be interacting with.