Empress Dowager Cixi's Lewd Records

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Upon entering the palace for the first time as a sex slave (Bacchus himself preferred the more elegant label of "temporary lover"), after listening to Li Lianying's "Instructions for Having Sex with the Empress Dowager," and undergoing a complex process of bathing, incense burning, and taking aphrodisiacs, Bacchus was quite worried about whether he could fulfill his mission and gain Cixi's approval. At the very least, he couldn't let his country's reputation for masculinity be tarnished. Going to the Empress Dowager's bedchamber, two rows of mirrors in the main hall reflected his eager self; he almost felt a sense of national pride. Standing before the Empress Dowager's chair, Cixi called out, "The frost is heavy, the quilt is cold; I long for a moment to ease my loneliness." A woman who had stood at the pinnacle of power in the vast empire since the age of 27 understood when to show weakness. A pitiful expression effortlessly elevated the cold transaction of sex to love and compassion. Bacchus was, of course, not Cixi's first lover. Minister Ronglu, Prince Gong Yixin, antique dealer Bai Ye, restaurant waiter Shi… the gossip tabloids unearthed a diverse array of Cixi's rumored boyfriends, spanning ages, social classes, and races—virtually every type of man the Empress Dowager was eager to experience and use. According to Li Lianying, the Empress Dowager had never seen a noble European naked, and was quite curious. Backhouse, whose father was a banker, who had studied at Oxford University, possessed an astonishing talent for languages, fluent in 12 languages including English, French, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, and German—a veritable living translator—and, importantly, possessed a refined and elegant beauty, a melancholic yet innocent air. Such a man was clearly qualified to provide Cixi with a lesson in the physiological exploration of foreigners. This was in 1902, after the Eight-Nation Alliance's burning, killing, and looting in Beijing. Cixi, having narrowly escaped death, returned to court and immediately changed her strategy, repairing relations with foreigners. She frequently hosted social parties, inviting diplomats, scholars, doctors, artists, and other foreigners to the Forbidden City. Backus, who had gone bankrupt due to extravagant spending in England, was sent to China by his father to work as a translator at the British Embassy and also did some translation work for The Times. Whether Backus, as he claims in his memoirs, entered the palace to help return some of the treasures looted by the Eight-Nation Alliance is difficult to confirm. He claims that after their first meeting, and a few words exchanged, Cixi gave him a palace pass, allowing him free access and facilitating his sexual advances; she also bestowed upon him a hereditary second-class noble title—for Cixi, this was an extremely casual investment in sex, roughly equivalent to a philandering older man giving a newly adored young girl a phone card and buying her some clothes on QQ. The 69-year-old Cixi candidly revealed her desire for the 32-year-old Backus. “Strip naked, and I’ll feast my eyes.” She herself wore a light robe, like lingerie, with a hole in the most suggestive part of the front, and invited Bacchus to play a role-playing game, “Don’t think of me as the Empress Dowager, think of me as Yang Guifei, and you as the amorous Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.” Presumably, Cixi had seriously studied the films of Aoi Sora. In this exchange of Chinese and Western cultures, Cixi was surprised that Bacchus didn’t shave his body like the nude men and women in Western oil paintings, while Bacchus was amazed by Cixi’s breasts, which were as vibrant as a bride’s, her skin fragrant, and her large, round buttocks, like pearls, captivating—surpassing ergonomics, wasn’t it? Was she a nearly 70-year-old woman or a monster? Like Oscar Wilde, Cixi had a rather extreme superstition—believing that swallowing men’s semen had health benefits. Finally, she summoned Li Lianying and exclaimed, “How delightful! I will promote him one rank and bestow upon him a three-eyed peacock feather to commemorate our meeting.” This elderly queen was truly…so romantic. As expected of Empress Dowager Cixi's chief confidant, Li Lianying was extremely excited and praised Bacchus highly: "You did a great job, I've never seen the Empress Dowager so satisfied. Go lie down for a few hours—" Now, he could finally get some rest. "Wait for the next scene." Afterwards, Bacchus took another aphrodisiac and had a passionate encounter with Cixi. Afterwards, Cixi praised him, saying, "Your pleasant sexual desire and innocent charm pleased me," and even had Li Lianying send him a new brand of condoms from Paris and four whips used to punish eunuchs in the palace, encouraging his SM tendencies. This thoughtfulness, this indulgence, this pampering was almost touching. Although Cixi instructed Bacchus to keep a low profile, how could such top-tier gossip, which the common people loved to see, be blocked? It was like Weibo, Renren, or Facebook!Is "book" dead? The next day, Backus heard passersby praising him, "This man slept with the Empress Dowager... What an honor! What a huge favor!" The values of the Qing Dynasty are hidden in these dozen or so words. In Backus's view, this was indeed the most glorious achievement of his life. Some say that Backus's penetration of Cixi's body and the invasion of the Qing Dynasty by Western powers form a subtle metaphor—clearly grammatically illiterate, do they know what active and passive voice are? He and Cixi were clearly the dominant one. Those who disagree should read the Hong Kong and Taiwan version of "The Empress Dowager and I" carefully; the heavy-handed descriptions are everywhere, it's practically Sodom in 120 Days! More than forty years later, recalling this impressive experience, Backus, his urge to show off flared, uttering a lament reminiscent of the fleeting glory found in works like *Jin Ping Mei*, *The Sea of Flowers*, and *Dream of the Red Chamber*: "At the end of my life, reflecting on the fleeting years, the illusory power, the fallen emperors, the past kingdoms, the Buddha's words resonate deeply: 'Only by being free from desire can one attain true happiness.'" 2. "She was first and foremost a woman, then a queen." Backus portrayed his role as the number one gigolo with exceptional dedication. Empress Dowager Cixi summoned him time and again, and he repeatedly displayed utmost sincerity, pouring his heart and soul into the bedchamber, giving various performances. Although he sometimes questioned himself—why wasn't he embarrassed at all in front of a woman—especially one more than 30 years his senior, yet burning with desire? Even the effeminate man in *Love is Not Blind* wasn't this thirsty. "Her beauty was boundless, undiminished by age, unfaded by time." Backus lavishly used complimentary phrases to describe Cixi's beauty and allure. In fact, official historical records rarely praise Empress Dowager Cixi's appearance, but she was indeed outstanding in the imperial harem selection. According to her lady-in-waiting, Der Ling, "In her youth, the Empress Dowager was truly a graceful and radiant young woman, a fact often praised by the palace women." When Cixi was in her sixties, the American painter Carl entered the palace to paint her portrait, describing her as having "perfectly proportioned body parts, a beautiful face harmoniously combined with her delicate and graceful hands, slender figure, and jet-black hair," and "a charming smile, full of grace, naturally pleasing to the eye." This painter, with American-style exaggeration, exclaimed, "She's so beautiful! I'm completely in love with her!" Perhaps beauty is just the foundation; power is the ultimate beauty enhancement. In such a position, one can always cultivate a superior aura, developing a powerful beauty that commands respect. Cixi was also a master of language, especially in the jargon of the bedroom. Backus said he discovered the Empress Dowager's vast vocabulary, "her descriptions of male and female genitalia and related objects were astonishing." All masters of flirtation are first and foremost inventors and abusers of sweet talk. During their intimacy, Cixi kissed him countless times, like all lovers, tenderly uttering meaningless empty words and deceptive lies. Cixi said, "You are my one and only forever." Backus's inner monologue was, "What a lie! I know you've already been with others several times during the day; selective amnesia, huh?" As the dominant one, Cixi was still very considerate of the submissive one's feelings. After playing all night, satisfied, she would pretend to be very democratic and ask: "I felt incredibly blissful, how about you?" "Replying to the Empress Dowager, I am simply in paradise, experiencing unprecedented bliss." Nonsense, could she really say, "I'm so annoyed by you, you old lecher, even five of us couldn't outdo you?" Like all women, Empress Dowager Cixi would occasionally engage in the silly game of "Are you still alive, love?" She would say, "You may roam the sea of love like a wild beast, having countless sexual encounters, but I am unique, aren't I?" Backus made a mistake, and Cixi was furious, saying, "You've always been so clever with your arguments, now you're speechless, aren't you?" Backus replied, "I love you so much. My Empress Dowager and goddess. My guardian star. My sunrise. My radiance in the quiet night… I don't deserve forgiveness, so let me be forever locked outside of heaven…" Li Bihua said that the more exaggerated and nauseating the love letter, the more powerful it is. Backus liked to praise Cixi's beauty and her compassion in specific and subtle ways—the more ruthless a person is, the more they love to be praised for their kindness. Backus possessed the natural sensitivity of a homosexual, understanding women's feelings. He said that, just as some described Queen Victoria, she was first and foremost a woman, and secondly a queen, therefore, praise and flattery were always necessary. Backus was a natural master of effusive flattery and pretentious posturing. In his memoirs, even when describing the most lewd sexual encounters, he frequently quoted Goethe, Shakespeare, Wang Wei, Mencius, and the Book of Songs… Since his multilingual talent was idle anyway, he mixed several languages and misused allusions from various countries to make his ramblings seem particularly academic. Similarly, when praising Empress Dowager Cixi, his superior intelligence and extensive literary knowledge allowed him to freely employ rhetoric from different countries, adding a touch of genuine emotion, which Cixi found quite pleasing—and indeed, everyone would find it appealing. No one can resist praise, especially novel and incisive praise. When Cixi took Backus boating on a lake, indulging in some playful antics, her childlike curiosity took over, treating Backus like an encyclopedia and bombarding him with a million questions. Filled with childlike curiosity about the unknown world, Cixi earnestly asked Backus: "Please tell me, if Martian spaceships attack China, how will international law respond?" She then asked, "Will people be able to fly in the future?" (Your Majesty, you need to give me the Science Squirrel Club's website: http://shzewo.)Is there a phone number for the Forget-Me-Not Community (www.com) featuring Japanese anime pictures? Her favorite questions were about Queen Victoria's personal life, such as whether her guards were castrated like those in the Qing Dynasty when they entered the palace? Why did she allow passersby to take intimate photos of her guard Brown's love affair? Why didn't she punish these thugs and traitors who mocked the Queen? Was the Queen lecherous? The Queen of England was Cixi's point of reference and also her hypothetical enemy—we always pretend not to care about enemies, yet we want to spy on them constantly and know some bad news. Cixi liked to use the Queen of England as a subject, designing various hypothetical questions. She asked Backus: "Tell me the truth, your Queen is said to be very beautiful, or was once very beautiful (excuse me, did the magic mirror tell you this?), if she summoned you as often as I do, would you obey, or would you avoid her because you are infatuated with me?" "If an ordinary woman asked you such a question and you didn't answer well, she might just throw a tantrum; but if it were Empress Dowager Cixi, a bad answer would make you cry, throw a tantrum, and threaten suicide. For a woman in the highest position of the dynasty, being capricious was a privilege. She could make you play truth or dare at any time, the dare being whether you'd be alive or dead the next second. This witty, flexible, and sincere young foreign man, harboring some genuine desire for her, was not only a source of amusement in bed but also able to answer her various strange questions—a good value indeed. More importantly, his foreign identity made her relax, allowing her to completely unleash her true nature: 'Tonight I want you to be more active than last night and this morning.' 'Oh. Your Majesty, four times already, right? I'm exhausted.'" "Oh," the Empress Dowager said considerately, "then have two more glasses of champagne and take two doses of aphrodisiac." She would tease the Empress (who supposedly had a cleft lip) in front of her, "Are you jealous of me? He's temporarily my private property!" A little girl's spirit, Empress Dowager Cixi! One of Cixi's favorite palace maids, Yuan Wan, kept a pet fox. The Empress Dowager took Bacchus to see a live-action bestiality show featuring Yuan Wan and the fox. She invited Bacchus and a handsome male actor to a threesome, even offering some psychological counseling, telling everyone not to be shy. In front of the palace maids, she said, "Lord Bacchus and I have some private business to attend to," and told them to go to the next room to play as they pleased. Once, while Cixi and Bacchus were in the midst of their passion, a handsome eunuch entered. He immediately noticed they were both naked. The Empress Dowager said naturally, "The Lord and I are playing." The personal servant replied, "Please enjoy your pleasure, Your Majesty." The monarch and the eunuch teased each other without any restraint. 3 The difference between her and ordinary female fans of BL (Boys' Love) is that she watches live-action gay porn. In Backhouse's memoirs, the late Qing court, from Empress Dowager Cixi, princes and nobles, to eunuchs, palace maids, and actors, was full of unrestrained sexuality. Men and women, men and men, women and women, humans and animals, were all freely combined... Many princes, nobles, ministers, and generals were named, including Prince Gong Puwei, Prince Qing and his sons Zailun and Zaizhen, who almost replaced Emperor Guangxu's "eldest prince" Pujun, Beizi Pulun, the second son of Prince Su, Grand Secretary Rongqing, and generals Zhang Xun and Jiang Guiti... In Backhouse's writing, they are all homosexuals. Students preparing to travel to the Qing Dynasty, should they bring this list with them and adapt to the situation? Once, when Backhouse was in the bathroom with Prince Gong and his favorites, naked and having a heart-to-heart talk, a sudden command came: "Kneel down!" " The majestic voice made people dare not disobey, and everyone knelt down as instructed. Only Prince Qing's son Zaifu, who was used to being willful, replied: "Fuck you!" It was the Empress Dowager Cixi who came in, covering her head with a wind collar, wearing a yellow riding uniform, men's trousers and high-soled shoes. Li Lianying and Cui Delong supported her. She walked steadily and said angrily: "Who dares to be rude?" Zaifu was so frightened that he kept kowtowing. The other people interceded on his behalf. Lafayette scolded him for being conceited and arrogant: "You are arrogant and rude. Get out of here with your brother... You are such a dirty thing. It's too disrespectful!" In front of everyone, Cixi did not hide her intimacy with Bacchus and said to him, "Tonight I forbid you to have fun with anyone, and I don't allow anyone to have fun with you." If you don't obey, I will ask Li Lianying to beat you in front of me and the others, from behind. Then he turned to Prince Gong and said, "Are you and your sweetheart hugging each other again?" The prince replied, "Your Majesty, he was merely serving you while you bathed." The Empress Dowager said, "I know he suits your particular taste, but don't overdo it. What will your wife say?" Someone served tea to the Empress Dowager, and she allowed everyone to sit down. She then said, "I'm not here to enforce etiquette; I want to broaden my horizons. How do you people conduct this same-sex flirting? You should all be castrated, or have your anuses plugged to cut off your path of welcoming and sending off; but since that's impossible, you, or at least some of you, must demonstrate it properly for me." Ordinary incognito visits are nothing compared to the Qianlong Emperor's southern tours on TV. She, as the Empress Dowager, even if she were a fujoshi (a female fan of male-male romance), she'd be a high-class fujoshi watching real-life gay porn. With a spirit of scientific research, Empress Dowager Cixi had various jargon explained. The one on top in male-male intercourse was called "zhuojin," and the passive one was called "pocheng." If the receiver was bent over, it was called "qi xiaolu'er" (riding a little donkey); if lying on his back, it was called "taokulong" (scooping a hole). Threesomes were called "tuan mijian guo" (grouped candied fruit) or "chuan tanghulu" (string of candied hawthorns), and the one in the middle connecting the two was called "weiyang" (unfinished). Anal sex was called "guiye" (laurel leaf) or "taozhi'er" (peach juice)—one can't help but admire the subtle and elegant beauty of the Chinese language. At the Empress Dowager's request, everyone performed diligently. Male prostitutes, famous actors, and royal nobles paired up, exchanging various positions… The Empress Dowager, enjoying the spectacle, would join in, lovingly observing and fondling certain organs up close for a moment. She would even add commentary, saying who had worked hard but achieved nothing, who lacked passion… Backus said that even at this moment, Cixi's nobility remained undiminished. Perhaps what impressed Bacchus most was Empress Dowager Cixi's tolerance of homosexuality. When Oscar Wilde was sentenced for homosexuality in England, Bacchus had rallied behind his back. Heartbroken, he went to the Qing Dynasty and unexpectedly found a haven of freedom. Hearing that England severely punished homosexuality, the Empress Dowager remarked, "That's strange. They like to have sex, so let them be." Her only question was: in sex, she understood that the dominant partner felt satisfied, but why did the submissive partner feel satisfied? She used Buddhist teachings to explain that everyone has their own nature, a gift from the Creator; we are merely puppets with different preferences! She showed the utmost tolerance towards Bacchus's various desires. Cixi had heard that homosexuality, while not perverted, could shorten lifespan and even cause blindness. Therefore, while allowing Bacchus to indulge in excessive desires and harm his health, Cixi's bottom line was that Bacchus was not allowed to associate with other women. "You have countless princes, actors, eunuchs, and male prostitutes around you. I don't object, nor am I jealous." "But if you marry a woman, let alone have sex with her, I will never forgive you." This limited physical possession of her lover shows the Empress Dowager's remarkable magnanimity. At this point, some readers might ask, is all of this true? Many sinologists and historians consider Backus's *The Queen Mother and I* a forgery. His most famous opponent, British historian Hugh Trevor Roper, published *The Hermit of Peking: The Secret Life of Sir Sir John Backus*, which portrays a completely different and rather dark image of Backus, accusing him of "planning and systematically fabricating evidence to deceive the world" and committing "a series of deceptive acts." However, this historian's arguments are also quite arbitrary, lacking thorough investigation and sufficient evidence. In the words of the translator of *The Queen Mother and I*, his conclusions are one-sided and his attitude careless. As a historian, his own reputation was also severely affected by the scandal surrounding Hitler's diaries. More importantly, the detailed descriptions and vivid imprints in Backus's memoirs, including many royal secrets and in-depth gossip, are difficult to fabricate without being present at the scene—a point that historians cannot deny. Moreover, Backus wrote this book shortly before his death; it's unlikely he was motivated by profit—his lifelong ambition was to be posthumously recognized as a professor at Harvard, and pure fabrication wouldn't have been of much benefit. Perhaps we simply tend to accept things we don't want to believe as things that never happened. Anyone with even a basic understanding of court secrets will know that the graphic content in *The Queen Mother and I* isn't all that outlandish. While Backus's writing style may have been somewhat pretentious, it can be considered generally sincere. He poured genuine emotion into his portrayal of the Queen Mother; otherwise, it's hard to explain why someone with such captivating charm would willingly live in seclusion in Beijing for decades after her death, fading into complete obscurity. As writer Luo Yijun says in the preface to *The Empress Dowager and I*, "a young foreign homosexual and the Empress Dowager"—this should have been the most perverse trope in adult films—is, in Bacchus's description, a breathtakingly beautiful, sensory-explosive, and ethereal realm of love, where all objects seem to float and detach. Bacchus accompanied the Empress Dowager for six years until her assassination by Yuan Shikai (a death that defies common sense). Recalling seeing the Empress Dowager's body, his grief and unbearable sorrow never subsided: her sacred body, placed in the coffin, stripped of its burial clothes, completely naked, speckled with black spots, her hair disheveled, her private parts clearly visible, exposed before the mausoleum, left to be stared at by the masses. PS1: *The Empress Dowager and I* contains too much shocking material; I'm embarrassed to quote much of it (I almost doubt my own innocence).Let me give you some elegant spoilers: For example, the Jiaqing Emperor may have died from having sex with a male prostitute; Li Lianying had affairs with dogs; nobles, concubines, and eunuchs all liked to keep pet monkeys for occasional bestiality battles. Prince Pu Lun displayed his collection of pubic hairs, all sex mementos, marked with their origin and date. One of his great pleasures was licking these trophies of love, like a retired general stroking his old sword. Some old lechers would put plums or dates into a woman's vagina, then eat them the next day. It's said that the Dalai Lama's excrement was ground into powder by his loyal followers and stored in a small gold box. Socrates once accidentally glimpsed the private parts of Chamides, whose robes loosened, revealing his inner strength, and he almost fainted. PS2: Actually, "The Empress Dowager and I" is more of a fan fiction; compared to Cixi, it focuses more on Bacchus's affairs with royal men, eunuchs, and male prostitutes. A list of prices at high-class male brothels in the capital: 30 taels of silver for a single sexual encounter; 45 taels for two people each to have sex; 10 taels for playing the flute; 15 taels for oral sex; 30 taels for licking the male prostitute's anus, genitals, and perineum (called "rose leaves"); whipping, depending on the severity. The male prostitutes' private parts are meticulously cleaned, scented, and shaved, smooth as a face, pleasing to the eye. Every month or two, the male prostitutes will expel mucus from their anus—their menstrual flow. They do not serve clients during menstruation. In a high-class male brothel in the capital, Bacchus, gazing at the pleasing male genitalia, like admiring works of art, thought of his former boyfriend in England, Oscar Wilde. If he were present, he would surely recite, "Handsome man, we are a match made in heaven, you are my finest wine." Verlaine recited his lines: "I am captivated by your genitals, which I have kissed and soothed."

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