title: Beijing Diary: An East-West Love Story
author:  Bess Spero Li 
description: In 1982 the author, then a 21-year-old student in Boston, went to China "to find out the real story, how this place really works (as much as a foreigner can understand)." Her exuberant diary records impressions of countryside and people as she wended her way to Beijing, where for two years she studied Chinese language and culture. She is lavish with informative opinions and comparisons, contrasting Western and Eastern differences in mores, politics and economics. In Beijing she fell in love with, and eventually married, Ruo-xin Li, a Chinese biologist. Among the colorful experiences noted in the diary are those springing from the couple's romantic adventure and their efforts to bridge cultural and familial gaps. Married in 1985, the author and her husband lived for a year with his parents in Beijing before settling in Princeton, N.J. Photos not seen by PW. <br />Copyright 1989 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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  My Boyfriend’s Lesbian Mom
  
  
  Part 5: Spy Games
  
  
  By Amanda Clover
  
  
  @amandasmut
  
  
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  All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work
  of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.
  
  
  
  
  
  All Tomorrow’s Parties
  
  
  The futuristic glow of Beijing at night made me feel like I was living in a
  neon-drenched dream. The window was down on my side of the limousine and my
  head was hanging half outside. The warm night air pulled at my loose brown
  hair each time the limousine rumbled through another intersection. I had
  expected crowds of people at night, but this part of Beijing seemed partially
  deserted to foot traffic. Only the cars on the street and the occasional light
  glowing in a bar or restaurant we passed betrayed any sort of late nigh