Disclaimer: These are the opinions and views of the writer and author and do not represent all adoptees currently living in Seoul. These pieces are simply meant to offer a glimpse into the life and ideas of one adoptee living in Seoul.
Meat Market
By P.Teal
Those of us who live in Korea know that this exists amongst adoptees. Both visitors and residents of Korea participate in this silent exchange of fucking or amongst some, making love. Some might call it a cultural exchange; as we come from different parts of the world, America, Germany, France, Scandinavia, Switzerland, the Netherlands, Australia, etc.
It is not difficult for us to find each other in Seoul – a city which loneliness permeates every crevice, even if we are not truly alone. There is a certain disconnectedness in this hyper populated, hyper futuristic city and I don’t know where it comes from. Some of us are only able to feel connected to people, to this city, at certain times or places. Maybe we can only find a connectedness to the city while we are staring at it from on top of a mountain, in a temple, or on a walk along the Han River; in certain moments or memories, or over a glass of soju and some grilled pork belly.
I speculate that one of the reasons why adoptees fuck hard here is because it is the most basic primitive way of connecting, maybe other than hunting and killing a dinner together. Also, in our adoptive countries, many of the visitors have white partners and by coming to Korea are allowed to explore what it is like to have a Korean body. To be with another Korean body, explore an unknown territory that has been suppressed by the normalized white society where it is so easy to fall into this routine of whiteness or mediocrity.
The meat market in Seoul is open all year round but is most active during the summertime, when adoptees are coming back for holiday. This is the busiest time in Seoul for returning adoptees. We find each other at guest houses, gatherings, at the bars, or through friends of friends – as most everyone has at least 2 friends in common. Some people are disgusted by this meat market but many are excited by the prospect of returning visitors and new adoptees arriving in Korea. Fresh meat. New prey. It is nice for those of us who have attachment issues because we are able to have something short term, to stay a bit detached. We know the visitors will only be here a month or two at most, maybe six months if they are studying, before returning to their adoptive country. Likewise, it can be nice for the visitors who also don’t want anything serious with someone, let alone an adoptee – before returning to their white country, white boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife or family. I guess it is a two way street, with many accidents.
I don’t condone this meat market, I am just observing the way I see the reality of Seoul amongst adoptees – and like I said, this is no secret amongst those of us who live here. In the summer time of Seoul it is possible to “visit” Germany, France, and Denmark all in one month without a passport! No visa required.
This being said, it is hard to find stability in relations in this type of incestuous environment. Everyone has history with somebody else’s someone else or ex-someone. Is it better to be with a native Korean or date outside the community? Is this the type of experience our adoptions push us to choose? How adoption affects our choices, our relationships. Or is it what we need to stay grounded and connected in a city where loneliness runs through the veins of the city? To those of us who live here looking for a healthy stable relationship, I’d like to say, good luck to finding the one who you can keep.
This is a grief-laden, lovely piece. It’s one of the most perfect short stories/essays I’ve ever read. Thank you for posting.
And thank you, kb2. Please feel free to pass along!
What a beautifully written snapshot of life in Korea. Looking forward to more of these poignant and colorful essays.
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I am 29 and have not been back to Korea since my departure 5 months after my birth, but I have found myself strangely drawn to other adoptees (of varying races) throughout my life. One of them was another Korean adoptee, and that relationship was primarily sex-based. It was almost draining how carnal of a relationship it was. It ended up being too much for me to handle, as he was also just an intense (but good and loving) human being. Currently, I am living with my boyfriend who is of a mixed race and also an adoptee – Filipino and Puerto Rican, raised by a black couple. At times I’ve wondered if “being adopted” is part of what attracts us to another and what deepens our relationship. I’m glad you have written this piece as it helps me to better understand those thoughts I’ve had in my head, and to see someone else speak of the soul-wrenching journey for a connection through sex, and the general adoptee experience. For the most part, I am happy, and one day you will hopefully find and hold on to that connection you desire as well. Thank you
Hi SJB,
Thanks for your comments. I think that initially being adopted can make us feel more comfortable around others because we don’t have to explain constantly about our background. It is one major life changing incident that we have in common, even if nothing else in our life history/experience is the same. At the same time that relationships like this can often move too fast and quickly become “deep” and it is good to be cautious because being adopted won’t guarantee a healthy, wonderful relationship . . . and it definitely is no guarantee for a great person. I think sometimes we can put ourselves in unhealthy situations (at least this is my perspective) because we are so badly wanting to connect with another person of our own race or shared experience that we can loose sight of what is safe.
Thanks, again!
so you guys fuck each other, instead of real Koreans? Yeah something’s not right here…