Black Passenger, Yellow Cabs: A Memoir Of Exile And Excess In Japan provides a gritty, explicit rendering of a life ravaged by sexual addiction in a land little known for such wanton exploits. Born in the Caribbean, Stefhen F.D. Bryan describes in frank detail an abusive childhood from which he emerged with an obsessive lust that would plague him for nearly 40 years. Bryan immigrated to Japan solely to indulge his extreme fixation on East and Southeast Asian women. But rather than merely penning a series of sexual conquests, he interweaves his story with extensive research on the sociology and psychology of women in modern-day Japan, exploring the societal norms that made them easy prey to the sexual deviance he could not control. The memoir describes Bryan's carnal adventures through a cultural lens that touches on interracial relationships, promiscuity, patriarchy and abortion. Included is sex research that one reviewer asserts "would make Kinsey proud." From the dirty streets of a Jamaica that tourists never see to a pastoral Japan, Bryan takes the reader on an eye-opening journey of discovery.
Genre: BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / Criminals & OutlawsThis book was published in 2009 and have sold about 5000 copies.
JAPAN: YEAR ONE
Wednesday, April 18th, 2001: Unlike many of my Western contemporaries in Japan, I conducted no research about my future home and engaged in no preparations. However, upon arrival, I soon discovered that nothing could have prepared me for this Fantasy Island. Immediately besotted by its physical beauty, Japan struck me as an infinitely more beautiful version of my native Jamaica, meets England where I had spent some time.
My introduction to the lay of the land occurred in a very small rural town in the Kansai region, about a hundred miles from Osaka. Immediately I was surrounded by the women of my extreme preference. It was surreal. That unforgettable Wednesday of my arrival coincided with a weekly house party held by one of the teachers from the school where I was to commence teaching. In attendance were many of the local students, mostly women who numbered about fifteen, in the presence of about five or six men. I was the first African to descend on this small town and the very first that many of the natives were beholding in the flesh. Months later one of the girls told me in glee, she was beside herself when I walked in the room, as she had been a hip hop fan in this Hicksville for many years, constantly wondering what it would be like to meet an African-American. She later became my first stalker in Japan.
Ayumi was what I later came to label an untouchable in Japan; 26, about a hundred and twenty pounds, overweight by Japanese standards and divorced with two children. Though we had not been intimate, not even a kiss, many mornings found her in her car, dictionary in hand waiting for me to emerge from my apartment to negotiate with me to be her boyfriend, occasionally even soliciting the assistance of perhaps her only friend with marginal English skills.
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