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I first had a crush/semi-infatuation with Japanese women (and also Medieval Japanese history, but I digress) after seeing Shogun on TV as a kid. Later in life, when I saw the Asian women in porn, I thought they were notoriously lifeless in bed and sounded like a dog chewing on a squeak toy as they moaned with feigned arousement (from what it all looked like). So now, I'm definitely more into Western gals, but the whole race thing isn't very important to me...just the quality of the person who's living in the flesh. Did anyone make it this far?