The Hamra Festival was an obvious attraction hub to half the population of Beirut. By half the population, I mean me bumping into… more »
Reflections
BDSM: a ‘Sick’ Practice for ‘Sick’ People
I must have been fourteen when, wandering in a bookstore, I came across an arty collection of BDSM and fetish photographs. A strange… more »
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Dirty Mouth: The Politics of Sex Talk in Public Spaces
I am a dirty mouth who needs to be silenced.
This is what constitutes my parents’ most profound struggle when, before our family Sundays, they remind me every time to “watch it”, keep my mouth shut, and smile. It also must be what my college teachers think of me in the back of their heads when they shake it in reprobation, calling me twisted and other equally dismissive verdicts that always start with: “You need help”. Even among my lesbian friends, I’m always “too much”.
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Sexuality Institute and the City of Firsts
June 11 As the old-time tramway left Ataturk Airport to meander in unfamiliar streets, and as I watched the city slowly unravel its… more »
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The Assassination of Omar Rajeh
A blender, a knife, fruits, and a man. That was the opening of the contemporary performance, “The Assassination of Omar Rajeh,” that was… more »
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Fleet
Pressure of flesh on my forehead Cruel exposure when wistful, they split, when brutal, they tear, humid under the midnight sun. Under the… more »
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The Myth of Sodom: A Need For A Cause
It’s a girl! And the wall paintings are pink. It’s a boy! And the bed sheets are blue. Little girls play with Barbie… more »