Amy Adoyzie is a fine lady who I know of through the magic of Razorcake. We finally met this past summer in Portland, Oregon, after knowing one another for many years, and she is just as awesome in person as I figured she’d be.
Illustration by Amanda Kirk
When you went to teach English in China, did it help you understand your parents any better by living in that culture?
It helped me to understand what I knew about them, but not necessarily who they are. If that makes sense.
Sort of, but can you expound upon that?
The thing is that my parents didn’t grow up in China. My parents were both born in Vietnam. But we’re ethnically Chinese. I think the mainland Chinese that live there now weren’t raised much different than my parents because of the Cultural Revolution. People my parents age would have lived through that. They’ve had a really different upbringing in that way. My parents had to go through a war in Vietnam. So in that way it’s different.
It didn’t directly tell me more about who they were but more in an indirect way. The way I can explain it is like this: Before I went to China my parents didn’t want me to go. I think there were a lot of reasons, but I think one of the main reasons was that they wondered why I would want to volunteer in a developing country. I know that China is becoming a huge economic powerhouse, but there are many parts of China that are very underdeveloped and people would consider them a developing country. There’s this notion that my parents came here so I could have a stable job and earn a stable income and not to go back to the native country and live and work there. So that’s something that showed me who they are.
When I was getting ready to leave they were really worried about me and how I would survive there. They were concerned I would get hurt or harmed somehow by thieves or bad food or whatever. My mom told me that she saw some story on the news about how they re-use broth. When you’re done with your soup they’ll pour it back in the pot and heat it up again. Things like that. They were worried I would get ripped off. So it wasn’t so much cultural things there that showed me who they are as it was how they felt about me being there that showed me who they are.
They were being paranoid and over-protective of me and actually very negative about me doing this. They also don’t have this idea of volunteer service. I think that’s because of where they came from and how they got here which is more of a dog-eat-dog culture.
Were they South Vietnamese?
Yeah. They both lived about three hours from Ho Chi Minh City.
So they came after the war was over?
Yeah. In ’79.
Did they come directly to Los Angeles or did they move around a little before settling there?
I don’t know if you want to hear about how they got here.
Sure. Whatever you want to talk about.
My mom and dad didn’t know each other in Vietnam. Things there were pretty dire, though. My mom told me about how they had to eat roadkill once – a dog that got hit by a car. Things like that.
I guess a boat pulled up to shore – I don’t know if this is true, but it’s the story they told me – and they literally had a split second to decide if they wanted to get in the boat. They knew it was a refugee boat and there was only so much room. That boat would take them to Thailand and then they would get processed through Hong Kong and then they would get sent to America, or wherever.
So, my mom, who is the oldest of six children, and her brother, who is the second oldest, got in the boat. And my dad got in the boat too. That’s how my parents met. My mom had another boyfriend at the time, but she got on the boat. The way I heard the story is that she didn’t even have time to say goodbye to her parents.
My mom has terrible motion sickness and so my dad helped my mom with her sea sickness. And when they got to port where they process you, my mom had the choice to go to Australia where she had an uncle or go to the States with my dad. And she chose to go to the States. So, my parents weren’t in love when they came here. I think my mom and dad got together for survival’s sake. They weren’t in love in our Western, romantic sense. I think they were in love in another way.
So they went to LA because my dad had a brother there and that’s where I was born in Chinatown in Los Angeles.
How did you get into music and writing, since I’m guessing it wasn’t instilled in you in your home life?
I think I just wanted to escape. I think I found that through the Arts. Either watching TV or things I learned at school. I just wanted to be someone else. I always felt like I didn’t fit in with my family, and I didn’t fit in with my community. I created these worlds. I started writing when I was in third or fourth grade. I would write these stories about this curly, permed, blonde-haired girl. I’d draw her and her name was Angela because that seemed like a white person’s name. She was popular and a cheerleader and her friends were always jealous of her. Her boyfriend was a football player. I drew these stories out and then I never showed them to anyone. I made book covers for them out of construction paper and put them together like they were books.
Nobody recognized I wrote until I was in sixth grade. My parents had bought an electronic typewriter and I decided to type out my class’s yearbook. I had no idea what a yearbook was and I viewed it abstractly from watching TV. So I wrote out all these weird stories about my classmates. Just totally random, made-up shit. The sports section had all these stories about how our teams played others schools, but I didn’t know anything about sports. All I knew was about basketball because my uncle liked to watch the Lakers play and so I’d be writing about baseball and the final scores would be 89 to 92 because I didn’t know any better.
I would write totally random, fake stories about my classmates and it was just for me. But one time in sixth grade I had re-written the Christmas Carol with my classmates in it. And I showed it to my teacher and she loved it so much she had me go into another classroom and read it for them. And around that time I showed them the yearbook I had written and everybody thought it was super funny and interesting. And then I thought, “Oh, this is my thing now. I like to write silly stories about people I know.”
I also think that in Junior High School I got totally into reading terrible young adult horror fiction. Did you ever read Christopher Pike?
I’ve heard of him, but I don’t know if I’ve ever read anything by him.
I’d read his stuff and then before middle school I’d read Garfield and the Peanuts cartoons.
Oh god…
And I loved Beverly Cleary’s Ramona series because I identified a lot with Ramona.
Really?
Yeah, because she’s mischievous and stubborn and a know-it-all and a brat. And even if I didn’t show it all the time, I felt that way. And all the time I was reading my mom would see me reading and be upset with me. For my parents, they didn’t understand reading for pleasure. In their minds, you read to get knowledge so you can do your homework and get good grades.
Hmm. That’s interesting. So, we had talked before we started recording about making some changes in our respective lives. Do you have any you want to mention?
I really want to travel again. It’s been years. And I’m referring to serious travelling. I just want to pack my backpack and get on an airplane and go somewhere. But that’s also unsatisfying because it’s like traveling in vain. I have to be doing something, too. I have to have a purpose when I travel. So I’ve had to think and re-evaluate the things that make me feel good and purposeful when I’m traveling. I think one thing is helping to share stories of people whose stories don’t get shared. But I have to find those stories. I don’t know what those stories are. But that’s also sticky because I also feel like a very privileged American. It’s like, “Let me tell your story for you!” I recognize that there are citizen journalists in every country. They can tell their own fuckin’ stories. Who the fuck am I to tell their stories? I know I’ve told stories that haven’t been told before. I know they exist. I just don’t know where they are and if they are better equipped to tell them than I am.
I think I just think too much. I think about things to the point where I wonder if I should even do them. Some people miss that part of their brain where they don’t think enough and then they do some crazy shit. I want that to be removed from my brain so that I can act that way sometimes.
You don’t do any crazy shit anymore?
I do some crazy stuff now and then. I’ve been thinking of doing some more photojournalist things, but I don’t know what stories I want to tell. I’m just stuck.
Does this mean you’ve put away the idea of grad school for good or just for a while?
Probably for good because I don’t want to be in debt any more than I already am. A lot of people around me think that I don’t need it. I think a lot of people in my life – it’s not that they think it’s a waste of money, but that I don’t need to pay to learn these things.
I think if I were to go to grad school for writing, a lot of people would say, “Why would you do that? You can write.” In a way, I get that. I’m so stuck right now that I can’t imagine going to school for writing.
So, since I know your writing through Razorcake, I’m curious how long you’ve been doing the column for them.
Since 2005. It was crazy when I got that call. As a person who writes and a person who does zines, that was a big fucking deal to get a column in a punk zine like that.
Totally.
I wrote a column about how I ended up with the column and I was so much ballsier then. When I first met Todd, I told him I wanted to design a cover for the magazine. And Todd didn’t know what I could do so he asked me to do a layout first and he liked that so then I got to do some covers. And then I wrote one web column and Todd liked it and decided to put me on the roster.
Has anyone famous (at least in punk rock circles) ever reached out to you based on something that you have written in a column?
The thing about writing is that it is done in solitude. You write it, put it up, people read it, and the vast majority does not get in touch with a response. The columns I tend to get the most feedback on are the ones that are totally posi-core. People like that. People need someone to tell them that someone is experiencing a good thing in life and thus it creates hope for them. In the past two or three years since I got back from Bangladesh I think my columns have been complete downers and I recognize that, but that’s where I’m at right now. I’ve literally gotten zero feedback. I think you’ve written me a couple times but outside of you, nothing.
The one exception is this column I wrote that was probably my least well-received column. It was correlating something that Lauren Measure had written about sexism and punk rock. She pointed out how when men take their shirts off at shows it creates a sexist environment. So I wrote a column about how that small butterfly of an act does not necessarily create rape but that it contributes to a culture where it’s more susceptible to happen because it’s a patriarchal, male-centered culture where men are always allowed to assert their male-ness and female identified people are just supposed to be there to take it in.
So, I wrote that column and Todd and I got into a tangle about it because my first draft wasn’t that great. It was poorly written and not very tight. And he said, “If you’re gonna do this, you better have your shit together.” So I had to re-write it two or three times.
In my column I say that as a man, when you’re at a show, it might seem like a really innocuous act, and I can understand why you would feel that way, because that’s how we were raised. But there are people in that room who find that gesture very threatening. I’m not saying people who do that are rapists; I’m saying, “Think about what you’re doing.” Think about all the privileges you have as a male and in the punk rock scene, as a straight, white male. Your privileges are boundless sometimes.
In that same column, I wrote about how this young girl in Bangladesh was raped by her cousin and then she was lashed to death for adultery. I talk about another story of how this young girl in Texas was systemically gang-raped. I’m sure a lot of men don’t feel comfortable reading a story that talks about men taking their shirts off at basement shows and also these horrific acts of rape and death. But for me, at that moment in time when I read those stories and read Lauren’s story, I think culturally they work together. Maybe they’re thousands of miles apart, but culturally, I think there’s something there.
About male dominance.
And our culture and how men assert themselves. In a culture where half the people are not them.
I got a lot of shit from a lot of people about that, for sure.
But to get back to your question – sorry, I veered off track – there’s a columnist for MaximumRocknRoll named Mykel Board and he wrote me. He said he liked my perspective in my columns because I’m a woman but not too girly. But this column was ridiculous and he was calling me out on it. And he asked me if I wanted to respond to him because he was going to write about what I wrote in his column for MaximumRocknRoll. I was like, “Are you creating some kind of zine flame war?” I didn’t even respond. Well, maybe I’m responding now that I’m telling you about it. I don’t really care what some guy writes about what I said. It doesn’t affect me in my daily life.
What was his problem with the column?
He was also focused on the taking your shirt off thing. My point was that you should respect those around you and not take your shirt off and he said that if you’re a woman you should join in and take your shirt off. It was completely off the point of what I was talking about. I was saying that our culture is very unsafe in many respects and punk shows are theoretically supposed to be safe places and I would say the majority of women would not feel safe taking off their shirts anywhere – even at a punk show. So to say that you should liberate yourself and not adhere to these norms and join in on it – well, it’s not that easy. It’s not that simple. It was intense because he attached the column he was going to run and I just didn’t respond.
Wow. I don’t understand the taking off your shirt thing. I think maybe I would have when I was a teenager but I don’t feel comfortable enough with myself to take off my shirt. I don’t want people to look at my tattoos or my farmer’s tan. I don’t understand why dudes are so full of themselves that they would take off their shirts. You wouldn’t take off your shirt other places, so why do it at a punk show?
Personally it doesn’t bother me. But if I was a survivor of sexual assault and a bunch of men simultaneously take off their shirts and start dancing violently, it could be triggering. And I think that’s what Lauren was talking about. People who were upset about what she or I had written didn’t understand why it was that big of a deal and why we were being so sensitive. Well, it’s not for you to say how somebody else should feel. These things happen to people. Be respectful.
Well, I hope you continue to get more positive comments from your columns. If you do get negative ones, I hope they will be edifying to you in some way.
You know, for someone as sensitive as I am, they don’t bother me that much.
Do you think you would have been more sensitive to them in the past?
No, I don’t think so. I may be bothered by it for a day or two and then I let it go. Everyone has their own opinions. It’s not true of everything in my life as far as negative criticism. But as far as my column, whatever. It’s just a column in a punk zine. I’m not going to get too upset about it.



































