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You're probably wondering why I wrote THE BLONDE GEISHA.  When I was a 
little girl, I often dressed up in a long, red velvet cape that belonged to my  
mother, smeared on pink lipstick, and showered my hair with gold glitter.  
Then I'd go out to play in the woods behind our house and pretend I was a  
fairy princess searching for her lost love.     

Each story I acted out, each princess I pretended to be, set the stage for my 
fascination in what I later discovered was the art of seduction.  When I was a 
teen, I studied Japanese art, depicting scandalous ladies wearing sumptuous  
kimonos embroidered with intricate designs and bold, beautiful colors.   

The geisha. 

Even more curious to me were the woodblock prints, showing geisha engaged  
in compromising positions with virile young men.  Shunga, spring drawings.  
I became convinced the world these beautiful women lived in was a real life,  
erotic fairy tale in the beautiful islands of Japan with misty plum rain, fields of  
pink cherry blossoms, and gleaming white castles with sloping tiled roofs.   

I had to see for myself... 

...so I wandered through the maze of streets in Kyoto,  the alleys, winding  
passages, and covered footpaths, scurrying after the geisha  and maiko  
(apprentice geisha), setting off for their evening's work.  

I was intrigued by the charming way the geisha had of glancing backward, her 
peony red mouth with a dollop of gold sparkling on her lower lip, drops of  
perspiration sliding down the back of her painted white neck like cool ice, and 
tilting her head at just the right angle to engage the interest of anyone watching 
her and drawing them into her world.   

 

I was so fascinated by what I'd seen I had to know more.   

I followed the geisha to the dark wooden teahouse, the foggy mist seethed in slow motion, taking me back decades, centuries.  These beautiful creatures in silk kimonos appeared to form out of the mist, scurry past me, and then dissolve. 

I went on my way, walking quickly, turning down one small street then another.  
My heart was racing, my mind filled with sensual thoughts, romantic longings,  
curious questions. 

Recalling my girlish curiosity with fairy tale princesses, I wondered if there was  
some way I could find out the truth about the world of the geisha.  A truth rumored 
to be fascinating but scandalous.  The night air surrounding the teahouses 
smelled not only of camellia oil but was heavy with sex.  (Photo is a pic of me in geisha desho kimono.)  I was in unfamiliar territory, but it was a journey I was willing to take.  

Japan and all its mystery had welcomed and nurtured me for many years, had 
always been a place of peace and spiritual comfort to me.  But now for the first  
time, I was filled with a rising excitement that these beautiful and seductive  
creatures of the night were calling out to me in the darkness. 

Resisting the urge to look over my shoulder, I quickened my pace and  
wandered the narrow backstreets and alleyways of Japan's past, searching for  
answers.   What if I were a geisha?  What if?   

 That question led me to write THE BLONDE GEISHA, the story of an American 
girl who becomes a geisha in the Teahouse of the Look-Back Tree in Kyoto in  
1895.   I hope you enjoy your  journey as much as I did. 

Best, 
Jina