It hadn’t been one year, and the apprentice was already approaching his master. “Sensei, I really want to be a samurai. If I work hard, how long will it take for me to get my sword?” “Ten years,” the master said. The student nodded with all the respect he could summon. ”What if I work … Continue reading The Samurai’s Apprentice
Girls should be at home this late. Especially little Asian chicks like me. Never running, alone, in the dark streets of Oakland. Except that when dudes see you so comfortable and confident by yourself, they think you are either crazy or are hiding something.I am both. Crazy and hiding. From a fence ahead, I hear … Continue reading My name is Tigress
Let's go Wikipedia so you Westerners understand: "In China, it refers to any study, learning, or practice that requires patience, energy, and time to complete." That's right, the term actually refers not to martial arts but to extreme skills adquired through very hard work. Which is the kind of work ethics the old fighting masters … Continue reading The meaning of Kung Fu
I grew up doing Taichi under the shadow of Wudang. Shifu never explained why or how, but he would make us perform the slow forms with precision and power, then when we had to fight, he pushed us away from trying to use the moves and positions. “No fantasy,” he would say. It infuriated me. … Continue reading Taichi for real fights?
From everything, balance is the hardest. Yin, yang. Soft, hard. I know it’s possible and worth it. I’ve seen it in action. But I was born with too much yang. Can train both ways, but when I’m fighting, still have trouble letting go. The beast in me always wins. #femalefifhter #taichi #mma #yinyang #unitedbyblood Feat … Continue reading Insurmountable Mount of Balance
The giant threw a table against the wall, the food for the moon festival all spoiled. Drooling, with his unruly beard and barrel waist, the massive monster roared and kept moving in our direction, spitting vulgarities along the way.
"White supremacists, racists, sexists, abusers. There is something positive about how emboldened those slimy critters have been. In power, they are easier to sniff and attack. Yes, I confess I love seeing them turn into punch dough by the small hands of an Asian girl. I'm a Tigress, after all. The Queen of the cónglin. Pouncing is my nature and they are my diet." (...) --- read the full story here.
I gaze and say nothing. I’m way more verbose inside of my mind. His eyes meet mine and suddenly he flinches. (...)
I know the speed (and angle) of every punch I threw in my entire life. Didn’t, back then. But now I do. I can tell the energy built through all chi-gong routines, and what you spend in each bagua palm change. With accuracy of seventeen decimals, because after that it’s mostly irrelevant. I have data … Continue reading The me that ain’t
Once I was a tigress. A real one. I didn't know about being a woman, and remembered none of my other life. I had always been and loved being the queen of the cónglín. One day, the tigress fell asleep and dreamt of being a girl who never remembered her life as a queen either, … Continue reading The dream