Kita – Chapter 42 – Yellow Fever

While baby’s away in Florida, she’s been on my mind and I’ve been thinking about my attraction to women. Asian women in particular. I love all women of all races but find Asian women especially bewitching.

These days you can’t get anywhere with out someone being called out for having yellow fever. Lets talk about what it means honestly, without resorting to ugly name-calling that usually comes out of discussions around this subject.

The term’s been around for a while and is similar to the derisory term Jungle Fever to describe white women who are attracted to black men. That term has largely disappeared but the term Yellow Fever has really sunk in and become a well-known term not used exclusively by Asian women, although most of them are no doubt aware of the phenomenon.

Let’s be 100% clear on one thing: the Interracial Asian/Caucasian couples which are so frequent these days are the total opposite of the cliche of the THAI bride (typically married to an older western man, usually unattractive and with limited options),since the women are from the same backgrounds, similarly educated, etc. Unfortunately, people still have the idea that western men are exploiting so-called submissive Asian women?

Unfortunately the submissive Asian woman is largely a result of Confucian culture in which women are raised to respect men and follow orders from them. No doubt there are some men who will find this behavior attractive and this may be the reason why they are more taken by Asian women.

It must be admitted here that many men find American society to be incredibly rights based and libertarian. you can’t say or do anything without someone being offended. This has truly had a terrible effect on relationships, with 1 in 3 marriages ending in divorce.

I’d be prepared to bet that most women in modern interracial relationships are more intelligent and better-educated than their western male partners. Far from being submissive, most Asian women are very assertive, they simply have a different approach to dealing with say, their frustration and anger than most other women do. I don’t now how effective shouting is but most kinds of women still feel that this is the way to deal with relationship problems.

I’ve been spending time with Asian women for the last few years. I guess success breeds success because I’m making more and more friends with girls who happen to be Asian women. The thing is I know what I’m dealing with and it’s all very reassuring for me. I find that these women enjoy the same things I do and we are culturally similar in spite of being from very different countries I did some internet research on ‘yellow fever’ and it seems most people using it are some women who feel that men shouldn’t be attracted to them. And yet, what is a man supposed to do? When I was younger, I was attracted by blonde women who had long lega (because this was what society held up as a beauty ideal). So I went after these women, even though I was disappointed when I found out that they weren’t what I had expected.  In life, you must go after what you want in order to be happy. Being around these women makes me happy and I’m in no mind to stop, despite what some people would no doubt put down to an unnatural fixation.

According to an article on the Harvard Crimson, ‘There is nothing wrong with being a white man who is attracted to Asian women. Many times, it is a subconscious desire that you can’t really control anyway.’

And the article was written by an Asian woman, Nian Hu,

So there you have it.

So Yellow Fever be damned, here’s a song by one hit wonder, Yello.

I miss Kita!

 

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Kita – Chapter 41 – While You’re Away – Part 2

So she and JR breakup and it’s a bitter mess. Bitch JR immediately starts posting pics of himself with another girl which is just a knee jerk reaction to loss and revenge to your ex.

Kita gets an Instagram message from loser Steve, (Who is sadly from the same neighborhood as loser JR and they all know each other. You can see the jealously shit storm coming) and she starts seeing Steve.

Steve is an aloof motorhead that has zero experience with women so this whole rebound is basically a steel ball bouncing off a bumper in a pinball machine and deflecting off to something else. (Cool thing is… I’m “Extra Ball” AND “Free Game!”)

I’m just the big old lion catching some shade during this whole party. I assess the situation and listen to poor Kita during her sad plight. I’m there for her. I listen and offer advice that is of real value. I have to repeat it to her several times because baby just doen’t understand men.

The entire time this is happening as this poor girl struggles with the rudders of love, I ply her with delicious, trail mix, (which she loves!), crackers, granola bars, bananas, and free special tanning lotions.

I take her out to dinner. It’s exquisite. She loves it. You’ve already read about it. I took her out to a really nice xmas lunch and she adored that too.

So let’s sum up…

Met her and had desire but no idea of anything. Just an adorable object of pure phicklephily, waitress desire. Get to know her. Great conversation. (All me) Advice. More snacks. (Baby loves snacks. I used to ply ex GF Michelle with fruit and snacks!) Pepper spray to protect baby. Special snacks. Dinner. Special tanning lotion. Xmas lunch.

So here we are. Kita has had young love infatuation and loss. No sex. JR for 3 years a basic joke but got her little V card punched. Done. then rebound into moody loser, Steve.

I love Irony. I’ve done stand up comedy in New York, Stockton State College, and the Laff House in Philly. I’ve been funny my whole life. I’ve suffered so much, that’s how comics deal with their loss and tragedy. They laugh at it.

That’s the only tools we have to deal with our tortured pain and suffering at the hands of others.

That is a real thing that shapes who we are and makes us who we are and it is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s how the meek heal.

But there are several elements in play here. The irony here is quite obvious.

Lovely Kita is desperate to have love in her life. That’s completely normal. To love and be love is a fundamental need in humans. She felt that she had love for awhile with JR. That failed. Love fails more than it succeeds that’s why it’s so elusive, rare and wonderful. She rebounds off JR in searing pain and falls into the arms of wrong guy/neighbor of JR, Steve. JR sees this on social media and pushes forward quickly with his rebound whoever chick he’s currently seen in his instagram pics “having an amazing time.” Kita goes into a tizzy and tries to make it work like I did with insane Kylie and it’s never a match.

But there is a monument standing before this pretty young thing. Unfortunately, she can’t see it.

It’s a gentleman.

A father.

A man.

He has embraced her. He has listened to her. He has taken the time to learn about her. To spend hours with her. Teach her. Guide her. Care for her.

Listen to her for hours.

Given her delicious snacks she loves. Take her out to dinner. Give her minty gum. Spend hours helping her with her life challenges. Learning about her. Really getting to know her. Buying her pepper spray to protect her. More delicious snacks! Taking her out to a nice lunch at an upscale restaurant.

She’s so sweet and beautiful to me. I love Kita. I have no idea where this is going. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I feel like we’re on the edge of something. But the odd things is… Kita will be gone for a month and I’ll get a break from writing about her.

I have to say this…. (Here’s the purpose of this post)

The snacks, the talk, the gifts the dates. I have built the model of what it should like to date this very pretty sweet girl. That is what i’m good at. Kita doesn’t see it but I’m going to play this out to see where it goes. I’m showing this little fool what dating should look like!

I’m showing you Kita what a courtship looks like.

This is what romance and life look like.

I’m painting the picture for you and you don’t even see it. I see it as a challenge. I may not win. But at my age I just enjoy your company. A sweet 21 year old girl with a 55 year old man that you continue to spend time with. I’m really enjoying my time with you. I have a girlfriend that adores me and several other women that I spend time with. I love to be alone, but I can always pull the talent for any event I want.

Kita, you’re a special project for me. You can’t see it but I’m grooming you to be mine. I can’t help it. It’s just something I do. But I do love you in this moment.

When things are fresh and new.

I am a simple man that’s happy now with my simple life. It almost seems odd to me that so many butterflies get caught in the net of my fatal charm.

I hope my ex grifriends don’t read this and think less of me.

Kita will be in Florida for a month….

I’m going to miss her.

I hope she texts me.

if nothing goes wrong I’m going to hire her to work at the salon

I hope to God i can write something about my girlfriend Cherie soon instead of this little doll.

I’ve been writing this blog for two years…. I appreciate those that have hung in for the Philly part of all of my stories, but sometimes I think the Phickle will be my undoing.

 

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Kita – Chapter 40 – While You’re Away – Part 1

Kita… When I first met you I liked you immediately. I can’t put my finger on it.

Actually I can put all of my fingers on it. You were sweet, nice and a lovely young girl. Asian. Loves to go tanning, a flash of blonde hair over your dark roots that actually creates a halo of gold around your lovely head.

I started writing about you before I knew you. I never do that. I only write about real encounters but I knew very little about you. But meeting you was an inspiration. I don’t know why. You never know when the spark will come but it feels so good when it does. There’s certainly nothing special about your persona.

You’re cute and fit and tan. You and your sister were adopted from China by a couple of Americans and they are very powerful people in the US Military. That’s pretty cool and I’ve done my research and they are a couple of high up important people. So that anybody that gets to know you will have to understand that protocol.

But quite magically I had the honor to get to know you. A lucky girl snatched from an orphanage in China by a great couple that maybe couldn’t have kids. It’s almost on a Brad Pitt and Angelelina Jolie rescue.  You and your sisters are lucky girls. Lottery lucky.

I had the pleasure of getting to know you. What are the chances? A middle-aged man who writes a dating blog for Philadelphia about all of his dating foibles and relationships. You transplant from Florida and attend Drexel University for Hospitality Management . Nothing extraordinary about that.

But you love to be tan. There is only a handful of you that are really addicted. It’s okay. Sunlight is what we deliver here at the salon and I’m one of the best salesmen in the city. So if you want results you’ve come to the right place.

But I had the chance to actually get to know you. You’re 21 years old. A child. Not like my former co-worker, Summer. She has so much experience when it comes to life, boys and social, but you’ve been sheltered.

Not in a bad way but in a way that has been detrimental to your development when it comes to navigating the world of romance and relationships.

You like to hang around the salon and chat with the old lion that has fought so many battles in regard to love. Not all battles, but maybe some wrestling matches.

I give you advice and wisdom my lithe gazelle. I know so much about your family now. I’m good at reading people and profiling personalities over time. Your story is textbook, darling.

Decorated military dad who is so important he’s not around. I like him and admire what he’s done for our nation. Mom is in the same force but retired. Dad kinda knows his kids but is busy and good with opening the wallet. Mom is a little more loose with words and questions but a little tighter with money and budget.

It’s a nice balance and I think you have a nice family. I have that too and it all makes me smile.

But you and your lovely sis went to private school for girls. That’s no boys. You gotta know boys unfortunately and make mistakes with boys to navigate the world of woman adulthood.

You chicks missed that.

You had the one guy somewhere around 16 and he broke your heart. That should be nothings and you move on to the next hottie.

But you couldn’t eat and had some real depression. Totally normal. That’s what pain depression and sadness is. Depression and sadness is like an illness you’re born with and gets worse during events.  Your mom gave you meds to combat your sadness.

Mistake.

Sick kids need to suffer and get well with the tools they have and the people around them. You don’t stuff pills down a child’s throat to shut off the feelings of illness. The child or the adult needs to feel the searing pain of sadness and loss and heal on their own. (Surrounded by family and friends)

But nobody has the patience to console and wait anymore. They give you a pill to get you in line.

You are killing the child’s development. You think You’re doing the right thing and saving your child but you’re ruining their development and their future coping skills. I know you didn’t mean it and were trying to help your child… the adopted child that is not your blood but you fucked up.

She needs to be sick and sad. She needs to heal in a natural way that will make her evolve and be strong. She will be a better stronger woman on the other side.

Fuck sake… no drugs!

Then Kita gets with some other white boy romance loser. He sends out his best representative to get in her sweet pants. Who knows, maybe he liked her, maybe he thought he loved her, but after a few years he grew tired of her.  People change… they grow.

Maybe he’s and asshole. I don’t know. But JR basically fazed Kita out. Terrible, but I get it. He may have grown tired of the super tanned, needy, Asian chick he closed on some passionate sweaty night.

His family didn’t like her and her family thought she was trading down into some lowlife Delaware county trash. Because her family is rich and powerful. Very powerful.

After 3 years JR has had enough. He wants to drink, drug, and kiss some other babies. Kita has zero experience, doesn’t drink, isn’t all that interesting, and kind of isn’t fun for him. He wants the hot bitches in the club. Kita is a scheduled, nice, conservative, needy, very communicative young girl that could be viewed as a burden to a young man.

So after some time he tires of her. I don’t see that in this moment because she’s a 21 year old gorgeous Asian, fit baby, but it happens.

I was once at a wedding with my brother in law and he asked who a specific girl was.

I told him it was the bride’s hairdresser.

He said: ” She’s hot. But somebody’s tired of that.”

I never forgot that simple wisdom.

 

 

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California Dreamin’ – 1982 to 1984 – Truth of Dare

I was over at Vicki Yamamato’s parents’ house on my 21st birthday in her room watching TV and she says to me “Babe you wanna play truth or dare?” I said: “What are you 14?” She replied “No! I think you’re just chicken.” Now I couldn’t just let her win so I said: “Sure, come on let’s play.”

It started off with just a few simple questions because we both did truths like do you love me and little things like that. I started getting bored with it and said dare. I should have never said it. She sat and thought about it and with an evil little grin she said: “okay my parents are not home so I got a great dare for you.”

So my mind went straight to the gutter, I mean what guys mind wouldn’t right? I said: “What’s this big bad dare you got in your pretty little mind?” She looked me dead in my eye and said: “You gotta run around the entire house naked!”

I thought okay that’s easy, I mean her parents had a huge house, but it wouldn’t take long to run around inside. And the worst that could happen is that her parents show up and then I gotta explain we were just playing truth or dare.

So I said: “Alright the basement too?” She smiled again and said: “no.” Then she laughed and I asked what was funny? She said: “The entire outside of the house!” I told myself don’t be a sissy just do it. So I said: “Okay I’ll do it.”

I got naked went outside and darted around the entire house as quick as I could, but as I opened the front door to get in there stood half of Vicki’s family standing in the living room. I ran upstairs and got dressed as quick as I could. She had really got me, when I came down she was holding a cake smiling and the cake read “Happy 21st, DON’T END UP IN YOUR B-DAY SUIT”

I had never been that embarrassed or pranked that bad in my whole life.

 

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Kita – Chapter 39 – Moments Before Florida

Kita popped into the salon for the last time before she goes to Florida for winter break. She leaves on December 12th and will be back in January on the 8th. I’ll miss her when she’s gone, but I kind of need a break from her to reassess my feelings for her.

I give her some crackers and she munches them happily because a we all know by now, baby loves snacks.

She wants to try one of the stronger tingle lotions tonight. She’s fearful to put it on all over so I tell her we should just put a small amount on her forearm about the size of a half dollar.

I take some from one of the bottles on the shelf and put it on her arm. I like that she lets me gently massage it into her skin. I love touching her and she’s so soft and supple. This to me is an intimate moment. She looks up at me as I gently caress her forearm, rubbing in the lotion. She smiles. I go in for the kiss. Her lips yield to me.

“Gonna miss you Kita.”

“Mmm… You too. That felt good.”

“The kiss or the lotion?”

“Both! That felt so good I wish you could do the rest of me!”

My brain explodes with erotic images of me rubbing the lotion all over Kita’s nubile body.

Kita giggles. “All right. I need to go tan. Then I have to go home and do one more paper for finals and then pack for Florida.

Off she goes into Room #2 with the Sweet & Sexy lotion I got for her.

While she’s tanning I’m thinking how much I’ll miss her, and how we may be possibly be hiring her in January to work here part time. I wonder how that will change the dynamic of our relationship. If we do hire her she’ll probably work the shifts I don’t so I’ll rarely see her. That would suck, but then she could tan for free and will probably go tanning even more than she does now. Maybe we’ll step up our little game outside of the salon. Maybe we can get together for lunch, dinner or some weekend fun.

Who am I kidding? Her working here would mean she would work on Saturday from 11 to 5 and I’d work Sunday, 11 to 4. That pretty much kills any weekend plans I could make with her. She doesn’t drink so I can’t meet her for a drink. Maybe I could take her to Dan Dan one night after she finishes work for noodles and pot stickers. (Local Asian cuisine on 16th and Sansom Street) I’m sure she’d love that. I’ll figure something out. Who knows, I’m so fickle that by the time she comes back after a month I may have either: A: Moved on to another romantic target, or B: Simply lost interest.

I’m not going to worry about it. Kita finishes her session and comes back to the counter to chit chat for awhile.

“Kita, could you run into Room 5? There’s a grey plastic bag on top of the microwave in there. Could you bring it to me?”

She scampers off like a puppy and does my bidding. When she comes back she sets it on the counter.

“Open it.”

“Oh my God! I love it! Thank you. (Hug and kiss) “That’s from the snack company you always get me. I saw them on the website and loved them and you got them for me. You’re amazing! Thank you!”

“Merry Christmas, Kita. I’ll Miss you.”

“I’ll send you texts and pics from Florida.”

“That’ll be great Kita.”

“This is so nice. I feel like I should have baked you cookies.”

That’s a nice verbal guilty gesture but I already know that poor Kita is so self absorbed and vacant that not only will that never happen she’ll vanish in the next few days without a word.

I love this little nut but only because she’s cute and I’m enjoying our banter. The confused kisses are delicious and wonderful but I know she has no idea who she is. Is there a way I can navigate that into a passionate love affair? I don’t know. Do I want that? Of course. Phicklephilly has always been an elegant dating blog, but given the chance, I would split little Kita like a ripe melon. I would bring her to places she has never imagined.

Kita is enjoying free lotion, snacks, pepper spray and snacks, and there is a lion in the grass that’s ready to spring forward and fuck her back to China. It’s like a present wrapped in a gift that pokes your palm.

Kita jumps up and hugs me. She immediately puts my hands on her breasts and kisses me, her nipples are always hard, like pretzel bites. God I love her, but I’m so confused.

Okay… she’s going to Florida for a month on winter break. She says she’s going to text me and send me pics of her town. That would be great but I know that’s never going to happen.

She wants a job here at the salon. Probably not happening either. Achilles likes to keep it simple and tight and we’re fine with the way it is now. I’m the king of this place with multiple five star Yelp reviews. We want to light the fitness part of our business, we don’t need outsiders. If I bring honey in, it would be just to give me a day off.

She leaves the salon and says she’ll be back for one more session, but I know It’s a lie. All my beautiful babies are so unreliable.

It’s okay. They all do this.

Kita left the salon with her treats and for the moment, it was done.

 

 

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California Dreamin’ 1982 to 1984 – I Don’t Think I Can

Got asked out by an Asian girl I knew, but didn’t really know all that well. I just saw her from the clubs we hung out in. (Maybe it was The Roxy)

We went to see some band she liked at the Rainbow. Which I thought was cool because she knew my band and knew I’d like it. Once there she immediately was all over me (hugging, kissing, sitting on my lap etc.) Things were going great (or so I thought) It was at that point when things started getting weird.

Several band members where giving us strange looks from the stage, while playing their music. Bass player was mouthing things in our direction, but I couldn’t make out what he wanted. People were rude to me for no reason while getting drinks. Long story short: my date knew just about all the people there and wanted to get back publicly at her (very large) boyfriend (drummer, named Spider) for cheating on her.

I’m like WTF? I’m just a revenge date. I was pissed. I don’t want to start some shit with some other band on the strip over a groupie! I tell her I’m taking her home.
So we get to her apartment in West Hollywood and she asks me if I want to come up for a beer. I’m not going to turn down a free drink and I feel like she owes me for putting me in a weird spot.

Again, I wasn’t that into her and I figured I’d just drink the beer and split. Plus, the fact that she’s some dude’s girlfriend in another band just didn’t sit right with me.

Weird thing was when we get back to her apartment we start making out. We make it as far as the sofa. When I looked around the room it appeared she was really into anime. She started acting exactly like a girl in an actual anime. Started giggling and covered her mouth when I started getting undressed.

Gasped and hid her face when I took my underwear off. Se made these really high squeaking noises while I was having sex with her. She actually laughed and giggled through the whole experience. It was bizarre.

That being said, she was an absolute pro at giving head. After she had seen me naked she said she didn’t know dicks got that big. Which was the first and last time I ever heard that.

So we finish getting it on and I’m getting dressed. This has been weird but at least I got laid, but I kind of wanted to get out of there. She gets off the couch and puts her skirt on and walks to the bedroom.  She’s chattering like a schoolgirl about something, and I follow her into the bedroom, just trying to be nice.

It’s my first time over there, and there’s this giant bear on the bed. Like, ‘got the softball in the milk jug on the boardwalk first try tier bear’. It occupies 50% of the surface area of this girl’s bed.
“Whoa, how’d you score that bear?”

“I don’t know…”
“What?”
“I don’t know.”
A few minutes go by.
“You don’t know?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok, look. It’s ok if it’s from an ex or your drummer boyfriend. I don’t care if you stole it. I’ll believe almost anything you tell me at this point. But there is no way in hell you’re going to tell me you don’t know where that giant bear is from. I had a stuffed dinosaur 1/4 that size that I got when I was 6 and I could tell you every detail about how I got it.”

“Well good for you. But I don’t know how I got it. Are you going to be able to let this go?”
Me: (Looks at her, looks at bear, bear stares back, eyes full of secrets)

“I don’t think I can.” (walk out)

 

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Kita – Chapter 38 – Second Date – Xmas – Part 2

Somehow the subject of sugar babies comes up. I may have been talking about a couple of girls I have spoken to in the salon and they have told me about their exploits. I obviously don’t speak graphically about it. It just sort of came up. She finds the idea of girls doing that revolting and has too much self esteem and virtue. She said she could never do that.

(Isn’t it sort of happening between us?)

We start chatting about how excited she is to go to Florida for the winter break. She loves the warmth of the temperature down there. She misses her dog Sadie and can’t wait to drive around in her Jeep. She tells me she’ll probably just rest, workout, try to eat better, walk her dog, and cruise around in her jeep. She misses driving!

Best part is, she won’t have to do any studying, write any papers, or go to any classes. Just fun in the sun. She will probably be as brown as a penny when she comes back to Philly in a month.

Funny thing is, I don’t hear about anything else. I know she likes tanning and getting dark. I know she likes to eat and digs snacks. She says her mom loves snacks too. Her mother once went looking for snacks in Kita’s room and discovered some condoms. I love the idea of Kita having condoms. (Just suiting up with a condom before plunging into her.)

But I digress…

She works out everyday. I guess what I’m saying here is, Kita is going to do exactly what she does up here as she’ll do down there. I didn’t hear anything about friends or going out or anything.

I think our lovely little Kita may be a bit of a bore. I think I see how a man could tire of her once he’s had sex with her. What do you do with her? She’s very indecisive, needy, sober, etc. Not very fun.

But here’s the thing. I’m attracted to her. I’ve never had her. I want her. She’s adorable and spends time with me. That’s pretty nice for me.

I’ll just keep writing about her until I figure it all out.

 

Near the end of the meal I ask her a question.

“Kita, I like you and enjoy your company. I appreciate you joining me for lunch today. I’d like to meet up with you and see you outside of the salon again. It can be food or we can go to Dave & Busters like we talked about that. I’d like us to do that on a regular basis. Would you like that?”

“Yes. Yes, we can definitely do that. I’d like that.”

That’s all I needed.

The bill comes, and of course I am delighted to pay. She loved her Salmon salad, and polished off the last of the mac and cheese I got for us to split. I liked when she picked up the spoon and dug the last dollop out of the bowl and put it in her sweet mouth.

 

She’s summoning her UBER and it’s rapidly approaching. We get ourselves together and head outside into the winter afternoon sunlight. She has to go write a paper for her finals, and I have to get to the salon.

“Oh it’s here! Gimme kiss!”

I take her lovely visage in my hands and peck her plump lips, and she’s off.

I start walking east on JFK Blvd. and light a cigarette. I reflect on the day and my relationship with Kita.

I buy special snacks and fruit for her. I always have a little something there for her to munch on. I give her free water to fill up her water bottle. I took her out to a posh dinner. I bought her a special bronzing lotion to better tan her. I bought her pepper spray and showed her how to use it to help keep her safe in the city. Now I’ve taken her out to lunch and discussing future dates and activities for us to do together.

 

Oh my God.

 

Kita is my sugarbaby!

 

 

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