The Lesson of the Drunken Master
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.
Predators into prey
"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 don't teach men
I gaze and say nothing. I’m way more verbose inside of my mind. His eyes meet mine and suddenly he flinches. (...)
The Tigress
She was called Yinyin, to soften the chi of the family name, Yang. Same reason she picked Claudia, from clouds, as her westerner alias. But her master knew better. He only addressed her as Mǔ Lǎohǔ, the Tigress. -- Join this literary experiment and watch a character taking shape as I prepare for my next book. The story of a girl's life as a cage fighter at night (who only fights men), tai chi instructor during the day (who doesn't teach men). Follow the page so you can be updated on new posts with the fragments of her memories and please leave comments too. About Claudia, the writing, about fighting or female heroes. That's why this page was born. To hear from you.