Do you despise vegetarians?

Is your foreign-language vocabulary strictly, yet expansively, food-related?

Do you carry a mental map of New York City restaurants and their respective Yelp ratings?

Most importantly,

Will you eat anything?

I'm a financial analyst by day, hardcore foodie by night. As a relatively new transplant to NYC, I'm desperately seeking someone to explore the edible landscape from food carts to foie gras. If you think that no meal should be wasted on "just a salad," we should talk.

Reply to every enquiry. Eat to every suggestion.

Want to meat up with me?

Jingaling@gmail.com

Ooh! Slutty pictures!

http://zoehasskank.blogspot.com

http://www.upload.mn/view/jh9s0505at1yuqmj2e6f.jpg

http://www.freeporndumpster.com/show.php?l=0930205&f=zoeyang.jpg

ATD?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12277929)

You ass is like a man's, compact. Are your testoserone levels abmormally high?

You are not shy. But I bet you pose spread eagle to mock him for staring.

I very much like your writing. Why don't we meet somewhere?We can talk with our mouths full.

Let's eat out tonight! I will hold us a table, at such and such a restaurant, for 7 o'clock.

Make your mouth watery?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12279744)

Let us know if you get a response!

lulzlulzlulz

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12279762)

http://www.linkedin.com/pub/zoe-yang/14/22/208

Zoe Yang

Qualitative Analyst at McKinsey & Company

Greater New York City Area

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12277976)

http://www.slanteyefortheroundeye.com/2009/06/zoe-yang-strictly-platonic-and-being.html

http://twitter.com/jingtastic

http://blog.grubhub.com/author/zoe-yang

About: I treat my life as a social experiment. I’ve been on a reality dating show, moonlighted as a go-go dancer, and wrote a sex blog before choosing the straight path of financial analyst by day, food devotee at by night. Food is my first love. With my current project, the Strictly Platonic blog, I’m on the search for an eating buddy in NYC. I am a fresh-out-of-college transplant looking to eat cheaply and eat well. My ideal platonic eating buddy is someone who would help me set up squirrel traps in Central Park…or at least entertains the possibility. I’m currently auditioning for the role on Craigslist.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12278251)

Pretty cool way to live life, IMO (no sarcasm).

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12279756)

http://www.memegenerator.net/China-Gurl/ImageMacro/3829061/Zoe-Yang-Me-So-Horny

Zoe Yang is a research associate at Harvard Business School and a co-founder of CivilChina.org. She previously worked as a qualitative analyst at McKinsey & Company before quitting to study traditional Chinese cooking — a lateral move. Zoe has a bachelor of arts degree from Pomona College and a soft spot for Hot Pockets.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#16627671)

Date: July 21st, 2008 6:27 PM

Author: The conventional wisdom

http://zoehassex.blogspot.com/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/yy002004/2370779468/

“Sex columnist Zoe Yang had some explaining to do after she wrote a column she wrote last week that described how she used to do a little role playing with her former boyfriend. I'll save you the sexually explicit details and just say that Ms. Yang likes to pretend she's a Vietnamese prostitute and her boyfriend is an American G.I circa the War Against North Vietnamese Communist Aggression.”

http://www.claremontconservative.com/search/label/Zoe%20Yang

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#9995938)

Date: July 21st, 2008 6:34 PM

Author: The conventional wisdom

lol

http://www.linkedin.com/pub/6/b57/35b

Pomona College '08

http://zoehassex.blogspot.com/2008/07/bitchin-and-moanin.html

"I had an interview set up with a Very Important Company, and they made me take a personality test online, after which the recruiter called back to say "we're actually going to schedule you for a phone interview first." After the phone interview ("What happened to Bear Stearns? What is beta and how would you evaluate it?"), he called back again to say my interview was "postponed." I feel like this Very Important Company should have the balls, being cutthroat and all, to reject me without being all wishy-washy about it."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#9995958)

Date: July 21st, 2008 6:35 PM

Author: Zoe Yang's Vietnamese Whore fantasies...

Zoe Yang writes...

http://zoehassex.blogspot.com/2008/07/foil.html

Two of two happened one weekend night towards the end of the semester. C and I stayed in for some reason, and we decided to smoke. The week had been tough and we both needed to relax. I don't love weed; I always feel stupid for days afterward so I rarely touch it. But if there's one thing I do love about it, it's how it makes sex 80 times better.

When I give massages when I'm high, I put on music with a strong, steady rhythm, and I end up almost hypnotizing myself with the task. I knead like some master baker, only more creative with the body parts I use. Did you know that elbows are particularly excellent for working the deep tissue of butt muscles? I can tell how the person under my me feels because my whole being has melted into his skin. People tell me it's the best massage they've ever gotten. I also often dance when I'm high, just moving and spinning by myself for hours.

Sex usually follows massages and dancing - which often becomes lap-dancing, and it's the same investment in physicality. I hear meditation is supposed to make you more aware of everything happening inside you and around you. Stoned sex is like meditating, like the nerves in my brain have migrated into more pleasurable places and all my little body parts are as obscenely sensitive as tentacles.

The sad thing is, my memory of that night in April (or was it May?) is really, really hazy due to the same culprit. Weed giveth and weed taketh away. It probably did start with a massage. My memory begins with C sliding down my body as I lay back, too lazy to dissuade him. As with Malcolm, I had held off on letting C put his face in the general vicinity. Guys usually don't put up much of a fight when you grab their cocks and tell them you'd rather fuck.

His mouth was tentative, but at least he knew where to put it. Together, we explored: "harder," "suck..." "yes, like THAT," Through the green veil, everything felt sharper, slicker, better, like I was seeing a porno reel of what we were doing in my head and the nerves were juicing from two different places. A small tingle appeared and disappeared in my abdomen and I realized that maybe, just maybe...

"If you're doing it right, she should be humping your face," the sex educator from Babeland had announced to over 100 students gathered in Walker Lounge earlier that year. "Your entire face should be wet and your eyelashes should be like, gumming together afterward." Her words were the ones I recalled as I realized I had laced my fingers around the back of C's neck and was smothering him in my cunt. I was amused by the memory, but also briefly distracted. I pushed it away and returned to the possibility at hand (or mouth).

With Malcolm I hadn't dared move or even touch him, to say nothing of gyrating with abandon. He had been sweeter and sexier for the restraint his presence induced from me. It was a first, and with him I'd felt like a virgin. But C was my steadfast consort. His role in my life was not intrigue and adrenaline but a vanilla sort of pleasure, regardless of how kinky the sex itself was. A very delicious, but very safe flavor.

So even though holding his head and grinding against his mouth was probably the girl-on-guy equivalent of blowjob handlebars, I didn't worry about it too much. He pulled back slightly every few seconds to catch a breath. Pressure, I wanted to tell him, I need pressure like the pressure of your pelvis against me when we're fucking. I'm pulling you in harder and deeper because your mouth isn't cruel enough. I'm shivering because I'm close, and I can no longer say this in words, but whatever you do, don't ease up on the pressure.

But maybe the antithesis of pressure works too. In the end, it was mostly the sucking that did it - his lips and teeth a tight seal around my clit and some sharp intakes of breath and I was gone, digging my toes into the mattress and pushing even harder up against him to wring out every last shudder. I was making up for last time. This time I could definitely say, yes, I came, I came so hard I truly could not stop myself from screaming even though I tried, for our neighbors' sakes.

"Damn." He sat up slowly and gingerly dabbed his nose and chin with tissues.

"Haha sorry, I guess I kind of smothered you."

"That's ok. Just...wow." His expression was dazed awe. I didn't have to reiterate that it was only the second time I'd come from oral for him to treat my orgasm like it was special. I liked that. I deserve that.

I wonder what it'll be like the third time.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#9995965)

http://zoehassex.blogspot.com/search/label/alcoholism

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Oh Dear...

Drunk blogging is 80 times worse than drunk-dialing or drunk-texting. How self-indulgent of me, to let my whiskey-unleashed id scamper across the keyboard like that. Last night's post was one I hadn't planned on sharing until we'd been acquainted a few moons longer/never, but since the sentiment is out, I might as well elaborate.

I have Daddy issues. He made me feel generally inadequate all my life. I've never gotten close to friends, but I spill my guts to the person I'm fucking. That person is usually emotionally unavailable, because that's the type I need to prove that I am adequate and worthy to. That person is invariably no more capable of understanding me than anyone else in my life, but at least he can make me feel better by putting a penis inside me. When we break up, I cut him out of my life completely because he knows too much, and I find myself another. Repeat. That, my friends, is how sexual dependency is born. Even though I talk like it, I am not the poster girl for healthy sexing. Moving on.

A recount of last night:

Lawry party with about 100 people too many: 1

Sober striptease that didn't end in sex: 1

Sloppy sex hours later that I was too drunk to clean up: 1

Zoe being at the right place at the right time: 0

Drunken coeds, oedipal issues, bad grammar, cum...it's all here, folks!

http://zoehassex.blogspot.com/search/label/TMI

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Don't Fucking Cum

C left to jaunt around Thailand for a month. That's what happens when you get your shit together (read: a job). So with no one to even talk to on the phone, I find myself desperately rifling through the memory drawers for fantasies to fulfill my hunger. Kind of like the little beggar girl in that fairy tale who dreams of Christmas feasts by lighting matches and dies in the cold when her last match burns out.

I think this is my favorite memory of us:

Right before his weekend SCIAC tournament for tennis, he warned me that he wouldn't be having sex for a couple of days. Something about sex draining his sharp competitive edge. I think they should just bottle testosterone in Gatorade, but I had every intention of being supportive of his moratorium. Tennis means a lot to him, and I could stand a few days of fun teasing followed by post-win sweaty sex.

So I don't really know how I ended up getting bent over his desk the night before the big match. I know it couldn't have been my fault; some guys just can't handle lapdances. Anyways, we started out playing Just the Tip, deluding ourselves that it was really Just Enough. I broke first, not able to withstand the teasing and pushing myself back onto his cock as hard as I could.

It was hot. I love fucking a taller man standing up. I have to be on my tippy-toes, every muscle in my thighs clenched as I thrust my butt as high as I can to meet him. In that position, everything in me is tight, and I could put a hand on my abdomen and feel his cock inside me. We fucked slowly and deliberately, making every stroke count. It wasn't long before he pulled out fast and exhaled deeply, trying to rein himself back in.

"Don't fucking cum." I commanded. "Don't you dare fucking cum." He pushed himself back in and continued fucking. We carried on like this for a while: every ten seconds, he'd pull out and pause while his cock turned shades of purple I didn't know existed. I was panting, he was breathing hard, working to get the rhythm of his body back under control.

But that was the fun of it - knowing he was losing control. And I alternated what must have been maddening statements - "Fuck me, fuck me harder, don't fucking stop," and "Don't fucking cum, think about tennis, I'm not going to let you cum."

I dragged him to the bed. Only one of us was getting an orgasm out of this. As he ground against my clit, my moans quickened his pulse even more, and every time I teetered on the precipice, he'd pull out, barely able to stop. I could feel the head of his cock throbbing against me every time he paused, and I knew the pauses were accomplishing less and less.

"Make me cum. Don't stop until you make me cum."

Sweat beaded his forehead, and as for me, I was incoherent, murmuring demands as we played deeper into taboo. It was the purest form of teasing. Every five seconds now. I was so close, so close I began clawing at his back, willing him to stay inside and thrust against my clit until I could shake out hard spasms around his cock.

"You better fucking stop after I cum all over you."

"Whoooooo," every time he pulled out in exhaling agony was a triumph. I wanted to rattle the bed, I wanted to see how long he could last, and I wanted him to be so pent up the next day he'd be slamming every sphere that came in his direction.

Finally, the familiar sinking, twisting feeling started in my tailbone and spread throughout my body. I tried to keep quiet but it was impossible; as my screams crescendoed he tried to disengage one last time. I grabbed his hips and bucked, refusing to let him go. It was with tremendous effort that he managed to rip away from me, whispering, "FUCK, I'm cumming..."

"Damn, I almost made it," he smiled ruefully, examining the constellation of cum across my stomach and breasts. My pussy ached from being robbed mid-orgasm, of clenching around empty air. It was a delicious feeling.

"I'm sorry." A half innocent, half apologetic smirk from me. I really was, a little bit.

"It's alright. There was so much buildup that it really didn't take much out of me." I couldn't have agreed more.

But I guess it worked out perfectly, because we did it again the next night, exactly the same way

Sluttier still...

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Labels: c, erotica, TMI

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

K, you must've done it wrong

Cock ring gets an A+

I decided I like anything that turns a penis into a power drill. C 2.0 was harder, longer-lasting, and vibrated in time with each stroke (don't know why that happened actually). The ring also framed everything quite nicely down there - the bow on the package, so to speak.

Stripper post now has pictures, which K took in our "couples-friendly" fitting room. Do I look better in dark or light colors?

Sluttier still...

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Labels: K, sex toys, TMI

Sunday, March 23, 2008

The best part of waking up...

I feel like a cat in heat. The doctor had said I'd be getting a heavier period than normal, but I hadn't anticipated every symptom being magnified. First, the PMS depression, and now, an antsy, jumpy friskiness. It doesn't help that it's a hot day. My skin prickles and my head feels clouded and heavy with a dull, almost pleasurable throb. I can't sit still, much less do work.

This morning...

I wake up next to C but we're not touching. I don't sleep well when I'm actually sleeping with someone, and more often than not we'll drift apart during the night. I look over at him. He's so tan in the morning light, brown hair wavering towards gold, arm and chest hairs an even paler shade.

Bzzzzz. His phone buzzes. Instinctively, he slaps it quiet without really waking up. Here's my chance. I'm never patient, and our interactions are built on a foundation of me constantly being annoying at him, so I reach over and tweak his nipple. He's so used to it he barely raises a lazy hand to brush me away. Hmmm. I grab his arm and fling it over my shoulder, essentially squirming my way into small spoon, pushing my butt against his crotch.

"You're like a fucking radiator," he murmers, maintaining the cuddle but scooching back a few inches. Eyes still closed. This isn't working. I sigh, pretending to give up. I move away as well, and flip over so we're facing each other. Slowly, gently, I run my fingertips up his arms, across his upper back, around his neck, down his chest. I trace circles and spirals on his stomach and kiss the nipple I tweaked moments ago. I let my own nipples brush his abdomen. Minutes pass, and I never intensify the pace or pressure in my fingers and mouth. It's a type of hypnosis I'm trying to perform, lulling his body into pleasure before his brain can decide against it. Finally - a stirring in his boxers. Bingo, you do catch more flies with honey. I smile and turn my back to him again.

This time, he wraps an arm around me, cupping my breast in his hand. He starts kissing the back of my neck, my favorite place to be kissed. I slip my panties - white cotton bikini with a touch of pink lace at the thighs - down a couple of inches, just enough to expose the curve of my ass. He strokes my butt and then squeezes hard, a definite urgency to his touch now. I'm moaning softly even before the first firm slap. Spanking is somewhat Pavlovian for me - all it takes is one palm strike to my bare ass to turn me into a puddle.

Slap. The thing about spanking is that it's all about timing. I like it slow, measured, and deliberate in between and on top of regular foreplay. C has gotten the hang of it recently, all by himself. He surprises me these days with the conviction behind his rougher moves. Right now, he continues the slaps while never letting up on kissing my back and sinking his teeth into my shoulder. Once in a while, a sharp tug at my hair to bring my head back closer to him, further exposing my neck to his mouth.

I pull his cock out of his boxers and start slowly stroking, rubbing the head against my butt. The halting movement, the friction, is awkwardly pleasurable, so there yet not there. We squirm together, radiate heat together. Everything I feel is made of sun, sweat, skin, and circles. I tug his boxers off altogether, while he pulls my panties to my knees. I slip him between my legs, where everything is wet, and we slide against each other in delicious frantic torment. I'm going crazy, trembling as I weave my legs around his to leverage our pseudo-strokes. It's so close to the real thing, yet so incomparably inadequate. I briefly entertain the notion of dragging him to the shower and fucking his brains out, period be damned, but this is too much fun.

Many delirious moments later, I slow my hips, winding down without climax, rolling away playfully.

"You're evil." His cock is starkly red against the rest of his tanned body.

"I'm not evil, I wanna have sex too."

"You're evil because you get pleasure out of this." True. I've always liked to tease, no one more so than myself. But then again, that's why I find myself sitting here, writing erotica and once in a while clambering onto C's lap to bug him (“Jeez, you’re insatiable today”) instead of being productive. It's going to be a long few days. If I run into you, forgive me if I seem spacey.

Sluttier still...

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

"I was doin' it in my Camaro..."

Apologies for the brief hiatus, I have a lot of other things on my mind right now, all of which shall be revealed in Friday's column.

I guess I can tell the Marston Quad story referenced in this post.

Most of the outrageous sexual things I did for the pure sake of their being outrageous, I did freshman year. As all freshman years in college should be, it was a year of firsts. The first time I smoked pot (the first time I did any drug, actually), the first time I drank regularly, the first time I fucked in the mail room...

Ah, the old mail room. Back before the SCC renovation, you could swipe into the mailroom at all hours. Everyone talks about the Honnold stacks as the place to have clandestine public sex on campus, but the mail room is where it was at. There's nothing quite like walking home from a party up north, stopping in the mail room, and having your skirt hitched up and your boobs pressed up against those rows of cold little boxes...

And it wasn't even too risque - it turns out not many people check their mail at 3am. One night, my partner and I, tipsy and still in that flirtatious bantering stage of our fuckbuddyhood, were heading back to Harwood from Mudd's Seven Sins party (I mention this party because as Lust, I was in a slutty black dress and looked like a streetwalker) when we crossed Marston Quad and decided to climb that horizontal propped-up tree. We sat in the tree for a while, not talking much, just looking up at the stars. It was very late, and in the time that we were up there, no one else walked by the Quad. As we were climbing back down, he turned to me and said,

"Let's have sex."

"Ok." I guess we were both feeling cocky (ha ha) from the mail room escapades.

"Wait, really? I'm totally calling your bluff."

I shrugged. "I thought you were serious."

"I am serious."

"Ok, let's do it."

So, businesslike, we dropped our pants right on the grass in the middle of the Quad. He was on top of me, keeping a missionary lookout, but I have to say both of us were a little too nervous to really get into it. All the same, it wasn't until the Campus Security officers were only 20 feet away that we finally saw them.

They approached from behind, so I saw them first.

"Stop stop stop!!" I pushed him off me and yanked my dress down. Too late to worry about panties. He pulled on his boxers as the officers approached - two youngish men.

"Hey, you guys can't be doin' it here," one of them starts. We nod silently.

"Yeah, you gotta find a room or a car or something," the other one chimes in, "we're not gonna write you up or anything but you can't be doin' it here."

They're completely friendly. A little too friendly. They stand there talking at us for about five more minutes, while his belt is still loose and all I want is for them to go away so I can find my panties.

"Thanks, we're sorry." What else is there to say?

"Yeah, it's alright, we're not gonna write you up. I understand 'cause this one time, I was doin' it in my Camaro - and I'm a big guy - and the cops busted me. That sucked. You don't wanna get busted by the cops - they're a different story. You guys have a car?" At this point I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd high-fived my partner.

"No sir."

"Well that's too bad, but you still have to find a car or a room or something, ok?"

"Yes sir." Of course we don't tell them we have two perfectly good rooms only a hundred yards away.

"Have a good night now." Finally! We sort ourselves and start walking again. When we get home, there's no finishing what we started - the mood is completely gone. After all, the whole point of public sex is NOT to get caught. All the same, I still smile a little every time I cross a certain part of Marston Quad.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#9995982)

Date: July 21st, 2008 6:50 PM

Author: The Eohippus

she's not attractive.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#9996004)

Date: August 3rd, 2008 4:37 PM

Author:                 

And that's *before* reading her horrible blog.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#10032295)

Date: August 3rd, 2008 4:15 PM

Author: Botox Biden

Um, okayyyy Zoe Yang....

http://zoehassex.blogspot.com/2008/07/blowjob-conspiracy.html

Here's the thing: I suck at giving head. I blow at giving head. I sputter and choke at giving head. I was with M for six months before I got him to cum from oral. It took weed and perseverance. I successfully gave C head the first two times I tried, and then embarked on a record of failing. He attributes the early successes to embryonic-relationship nervous excitement and says he needed "those bouncing buttcheeks" of sex thereafter. With most other guys, the first few times were misses before I learned how to deal with their sizes, shapes, and rhythmic preferences. I can usually produce consistent results after that, but no one's ever told me I was their best.

Ok, maybe saying I suck and blow at head is a convenient exaggeration: I am merely mediocre. I'm not clumsy but my mouth is small and my back teeth are a nuisance. I've tried to deep throat but I get teary-eyed and as far as I can tell, I don't have a gagging fetish. My tongue doesn't rasp but it's also not pornstar slurpy. I find it awkward to look up at a guy when I'm giving head. It strains my eyeballs.

I'm not looking for tips on technique (although I think it'd be funny if everyone posted demonstrative videos of themselves fellating inanimate objects). I prefer to figure it out as I go rather than read another tutorial - they're too hard to recall when there's an actual cock in my mouth. I still love giving head and no guy has ever complained when I've headed south, either. I'm just sayin': no membership in the Wonderhead Club here, but plenty of preening narcissism anyway.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#10032238)

Date: August 3rd, 2008 5:02 PM

Author: Future Secretary of Defense Eric Shinseki

among american women between the ages of 15 and 24, asians have the highest rate of suicide. Suicide is the second leading cause of death among this group behind only cancer.

i wouldn't be surprised if this girl ends up in that demographic.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#10032371)

Date: August 3rd, 2008 5:09 PM

Author: Botox Biden

What u think? Is Zoe Yang *more* or *less* likely than Lena Chen to fall into "the hoped-for demographic"?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#10032386)

Date: August 3rd, 2008 5:15 PM

Author: Future Secretary of Defense Eric Shinseki

same, no?

the truly sad thing is, at least strippers and prostitutes get paid for becoming dead on the inside. with Lena, there's no hope. If you're at harvard and still can't figure out the wealth of self-hatred issues you have, there's no hope for you.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#10032401)

Date: August 3rd, 2008 5:20 PM

Author: Botox Biden

Scary, too, how many are greasing the skids of Lena's collapse...

http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837959&mc=14&forum_id=2

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#10032415)

Date: August 13th, 2008 3:17 PM

Author: ReadySetGo

http://zoehassex.blogspot.com/2008/08/mishap-mondays-unwelcome-golden-showers.html

Monday, August 11, 2008

Mishap Mondays: Unwelcome Golden Showers

Zoe Yang writes...

This post gave me the idea of starting a Mishap Mondays feature. This is the inaugural post. Usual suspects, consider yourselves all tagged.

Yesterday during our photo shoot, Jen Huang had me wrap my naked self up in a sheet. After draping it loosely around myself, I realized it was damp. Very damp. A mutual friend had also crashed at her place last night after many pitchers of Pabst and many hours of Quarters at Yogi's. This was the sheet he'd used.

"But it doesn't smell like pee." She sniffed it.

"But who sweats this much?"

"I don't know..."

"Drunk boy pee doesn't smell like pee 'cause it's basically water." I sighed. I would know.

M did it twice. Both times after getting blazingly drunk off beer. The first time, I woke up and set my feet on the rug, which was soaking wet. His side of the bed, similarly drenched. "Did you spill water last night?" I asked. He just started giggling.

PBR, my rugby-playing Hong Kong fuckbuddy, did it while we were in the Philippines. He'd gotten so hammered the night before, we coined a new name for it - Manila Drunk. There were eight of us staying in one room with 4 queen sized beds and nothing else. He peed all over his side of the bed we were sharing (and my sarong), then woke up and snuggled in with another dude on one of the other beds. Leaving a girl in the bed you just pissed on? That's called chivalry.

I never actually got wet any of the times, but with how I pick 'em, it seems only a matter of time. It was never a big deal when it happened, mostly just funny and awe-inspiring how much liquid boy-bladders can hold. But then, I'd already given real golden showers a brief go (a story for another day).

What's your pee story?

http://zoehassex.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-city.html

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Back in The City

Last night I had a dream about M. We were having a threesome with his new girlfriend, a squirrelly blonde. It was all too disturbing to detail here.

Today I'm in New York, awaiting job interviews later in the week and shooting boudoir scenes with Jenny. Mutual self-promotion, if that's not an oxymoron. I'll be here til Wednesday, call if you want to play!

ZOE YANG NUDE PICS SOON TO CUM!!!!

http://www.jenhuangphotography.com/

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#10062335)

Date: August 25th, 2008 3:07 PM

Author: yu56y46t43534rerew

lol...zoe yang sex pics

http://zoehassex.blogspot.com/2008/08/hnt-in-living-color.html

wonder if she puts them on her resume...

http://zoehassex.blogspot.com/2008/08/bit-closer-to-curtain-call.html

"When I broke up with M," whined Zoe Yang, "he warned me, "You'll never find someone like me." But -don't laugh- I found myself instead. I gave him so much that it's now impossible to say what parts of me were always me and what parts are him, filling vacated space. With him, I never wrote, because he was the writer. With him, I couldn't picture my future where he didn't fill up the whole frame. He was Daddy, decider of what movies we'd watch, which restaurants we'd go to, how we'd spend money, when we'd fuck."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#10096527)

Date: August 26th, 2008 1:59 PM

Author: Suck my dick

lol...Zoe Yang's sex ad on Craigslist...

"i’m an asian college student," wrote Zoe Yang, "who’s into kink and experimentation—bondage, spanking, sadomasochism, role play, etc. Sick of frat boys and looking for a different flavor of man to rock my heels up. Also up for threesomes - wwm or wmm or www. Never had one before but want to pop that cherry badly before i graduate. no car so you’ll have to come to me."

http://www.tsl.pomona.edu/author.php?article=2975

pics...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/yy002004/2370779468/

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=837948&forum_id=2#10099055)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12279724)

Did not know.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12279785)

what is it with asian girls wanting to mimick sex and the city so badly?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12279715)

http://www.linkedin.com

Current

Qualitative Analyst at McKinsey & Company

Education

Pomona College

Zoe Yang’s Experience

Qualitative Analyst

McKinsey & Company

(Partnership; 5001-10,000 employees; Financial Services industry)

Currently holds this position

Zoe Yang’s Education

Pomona College

BA , Economics , 2004 — 2008

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12279769)

Pomona is well known. For rich people who can't hack it at the HYP level or "artistic" types (who are also rich).

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12305170)

Eww.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12304544)

"In other news - I'm beginning to understand people who never want to have a daughter. Jesus Christ, her poor parents (not to mention Lena Chen's parents). Just when you think your daughter is successful and you've done well *BAM* turns out she's a slut that blogs about it. Oh, and are those nude pics of her and a pic of her covered in jizz? Oh, not my baby..."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12314487)

Good luck, sir!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12315340)

Lena "I lowered my mouth over his cock and slid my lips over his shaft easily" Chen will have her place in the NORTON ANTHOLOGY!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12304608)

How do I remove something from Google cache?

about 13 hours ago from web

LOL

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12304851)

I wonder whether the guy who started that stalkerish new blog about me was rejected by a girl or by a company? Probs both.

I bet unemployment really releases those creative juices.

It's funny how they keep saying they're going to come find me. How do they think that's going to go?

"Hi, I once wrote about sex, therefore I'm so blind that I'm going to accidentally fall onto your no doubt vitamin-D-deprived pimpledick?"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12306073)

As for why there's a few notable asians out there blogging about sex, it doesn't seem like a massive wave (although I know a few others that are at least sensible enough to be anonymous). I think part of it comes from having very strict upbringings slash strict dads (this one admits to daddy issues) combined with, most likely, the lack of crushing Christian anti-sex ideals.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12306437)

http://twitter.com/jingtastic/status/2766416401

"People with marginally more boring lives follow your life and it gives you a feeling of BEING SOMEBODY"

-Posted without any apparent irony by one of my stalkers/detractors on Autoadmit.

dumb skank

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12308192)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12308423)

Follwing your life is what all your friendly commenters were doing when you wrote your blog. We're not following your life. We're passing by the wreckage of it.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12308442)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12308767)

"She seriously works at McK?"

If she wasn't outted before, she's outted herself now...

http://sex.disqus.com/reminiscence/

"Zoe

2 days ago

Actually, I didn't fuck up at all. Writing Zoehassex was one of the most valuable experiences of my life, and I don't regret it. I actually kind of miss it.

A year ago, when I started at McK, I didn't know what I was going to do with my life and thought it best to keep my options open. Now that I know I'm not going to stay in finance, it doesn't even matter. Also, McK does pretty extensive background checks, and they clearly found my shit and didn't give a damn. (Even after the blog disappeared, there was enough stuff lingering on the internet to condemn me, had they wanted to).

I actually stopped blogging months before I started at McK, I was just getting bored. In fact, the blog is undergoing a revival these days, not that I'd ever let you in on it.

I don't believe for a second I'd end up where you described. You know nothing about me or about the world, for that matter. In fact, it's funny that Autoadmit losers like yourself keep talking about how sluts like me and Lena are never going to get a job, when we are both gainfully employed with respectable companies. I think you need to check your facts - it was Autoadmit's cofounder, Anthony Ciolli, who had his job offer rescinded for doing something that was actually morally reprehensible: facilitating misogyny, racism, and malicious attacks on innocent people."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12306783)

The bizarre thing is that AutoAdmit is not reaching out to harass her. We're just doing our own thing here. I'm amused that she keeps writing about XO instead of moving on with her life.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12309174)

I'd say it's pretty clear she likes the attention. Otherwise, why not contact that host of the zoehasskank site and issue a copyright notice.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12316402)

only way she could make herself more conspicuous is by blogging "i'm not afraid of Anonymous" lol

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12306887)

"People with marginally more boring lives follow your life and it gives you a feeling of BEING SOMEBODY"

-Posted without any apparent irony by one of my stalkers/detractors on Autoadmit.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12308175)

-Posted without any apparent irony by one of my stalkers/detractors on Autoadmit.

-Posted without any apparent irony by Zoe

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12309635)

ZOMG I have papparazzi. It's cute HOW HARD he's trying to make this go viral. Think about all that time creating logins at all those sites!

& TCR: "Follwing your life is what all your friendly commenters were doing when you wrote your blog. We're not following your life. We're passing by the wreckage of it."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12316156)

Massive denial or flat-out retardation, you be the judge.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12316260)

"A year ago, when I started at McK, I didn't know what I was going to do with my life and thought it best to keep my options open. Now that I know I'm not going to stay in finance, it doesn't even matter. "

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12316328)

She can't be a native speaker of English.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12316399)

What I have to say about this?

http://www.elle.com/Living/Society-Culture/Hooked-On-A-Feeling

about 2 hours ago from web

1) Jesus Christ, another one? 2) Please stop using the word "Confessions" in every fucking article related to sex work.about 2 hours ago from web

As if that industry needs more of a religion/morality bent.about 2 hours ago from web

And THIS: "I always requested a photo so I could weed out any obvious serial killers" What a dangerously misleading sentence!about 2 hours ago from web

@dotcom9000 Also, her issues drove her to sex work? I feel like there should be a disclaimer: you don't HAVE to be damaged to do sex workabout 1 hour ago from web

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(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12336315)

http://www.anonib.com/_aznchikz/index.php?t=3152

http://pict.com/expo/2184761/fc51a7a95e

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1044369&forum_id=2#12416010)