Memories. Painful memories. The world just can’t get enough of them; I can’t get enough of them. I lost my mother 9 years… more »
I Decided to Write
I am overwhelmed so I decided to write. I decided to write because I feel lucky, because I am surrounded by exceptional folks,… more »
And It Got Serious When…
And it got serious when… Two years ago around this time is when I came out to my parents, after years of subtle… more »
Memories in Meem
I can hardly believe it has almost been a year! I remember the day we first met, when I was just a little… more »
…الأماكن كلّها
الأماكن: قدي هي بتعطينا أو بتاخد منا؟ أماكن مألوفة منترددلها دايماً. نثرنا فيها أجزاء من كيميائيتنا. دايماً منروح عليها لدرجة منصير نفكر إنو… more »
One Year of Bekhsoos
I almost can’t believe it’s been a year already. Bekhsoos has become an integral part of our lives now. Where else would we publish all our queer thoughts? I will not bother you with the tour-de-force that Bekhsoos has become in our movement. I will not tell you how much I love this team, the pride I feel in every one of them, how they have transformed into powerful warriors, how kind and loving they are of each other, what an honor it is to work with them week in and week out.
Follow me through some of my personal favorites of Bekhsoos this past year…
اقروها ع المراية
اتطلعوا بالمراية، اتطلعوا جوات عيونكن…جواتهن كتير. شو بتشوفوا؟
اتطلعي بالمراية.
بتشوفي طفولة حلوة أو بشعة؟ بتشوفي حالك عم تلعبي “عريس وعروس” أو “بيت بيوت” وتتحججي بهاللعبة تا تمسكي ايد ابن الجيران؟ أنا كنت اتحجج فيها تا امسك ايد بنت الجيران … بس أكيد أنا وانت منعرف شو كان الاحساس حلو، لو بطريقة مختلفة.
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