نهار الجمعة، كان لازم نام بكير لأنو عندي شغل نهار السبت. سهرنا وشربت، ووفقاً لمخططي ماشربت كتير، لدرجة عشت هيدي التجربة الغريبة اللي… more »

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”.

بحضر أوقات فيديوهات عيد ميلادي أنا وزغيرة: دايما بكون لابسة طرحة بيضا وعم برقص مثل العروس. كان دايما حلمي كون عروس حلوة لابسة… more »

It took me 29 years to finally move out of my parents’ home. For me, as a queer woman, it was not just… more »