It Happend One Night at the ......
In the heart of Cairo, in the place we-dare-not-speak-its-name, one summer night in May, when the security apparatus collapsed with no hope of recovery, and when fags realized that just as they reappropriated Tahrir Square, they can reappropriate any other place they want - I myself would speak the name of that place we-dare-not-speak-its-name, but bitch gotta keep her mouth shut.
And in a moment when constellations align, the moon is full and Venus is in retrograde, a sudden outburst of life took place in that place we-dare-not-speak-its-name.
Just like planktons in the pelagic zone (no, this is not a codename for an underground gay seedy bar, it is in fact a scientific term), under the brilliant summer sun, the same way queens multiply under the full moon.
The difference is, of course, that planktons are essential for the life of the ocean. But then are the queens not essential for the continuity of life in Cairo?
The queens are essential to night life in Cairo, they spread their luminous green (envy) and glorious red (viciousness) the same way planktons do, making sure that life remains entertaining and lively for all.
The unusual thing about this extraordinary moment is that every one and their mother, and in some cases their grandmothers too, was there.
And I mean everyone.
The expats, the falafel queens, the expat-wanna bes, the has-beens, the tweens, the rent boys, the exchange students (those who come to study "Arabic") the downtown scene, the straight-acting, the ageing bitter queens (present!), the Muscle Marys, and every other social configuration anyone can think of. It was truly a microcosm of the gay community.
It was as if ManSham came to life.
Bitches want democracy and equal access for all, well democracy this!
No need to say that it was a nightmare, massive waves of dissing, just like ocean tide, would sweep the whole space, and you would find every bitch dissing the other right to her face.
Everyone was so open about their viciousness, there was no holding back now. Everyone felt empowered, liberated, every bitch felt high on power, like she owned the f*cking place.
There it was: a place to be, not only a selective context, like some "exclusive" party ("I would have invited you, its just not your scene!"), no - this was a public space, open for all.
And there was no stopping them.
At some point, as Fat Ray (you may remember him from such posts like 'Fat Ray and Public Bathhouses'), it felt like Stonewall without the police.
Thats why I was telling a friend, that this is the perfect moment to call the police.
Too bad the p*ssies wouldn't show up.
Because if they did, those bitches would have taken them down!!!
And in a moment when constellations align, the moon is full and Venus is in retrograde, a sudden outburst of life took place in that place we-dare-not-speak-its-name.
Just like planktons in the pelagic zone (no, this is not a codename for an underground gay seedy bar, it is in fact a scientific term), under the brilliant summer sun, the same way queens multiply under the full moon.
The difference is, of course, that planktons are essential for the life of the ocean. But then are the queens not essential for the continuity of life in Cairo?
The queens are essential to night life in Cairo, they spread their luminous green (envy) and glorious red (viciousness) the same way planktons do, making sure that life remains entertaining and lively for all.
The unusual thing about this extraordinary moment is that every one and their mother, and in some cases their grandmothers too, was there.
And I mean everyone.
The expats, the falafel queens, the expat-wanna bes, the has-beens, the tweens, the rent boys, the exchange students (those who come to study "Arabic") the downtown scene, the straight-acting, the ageing bitter queens (present!), the Muscle Marys, and every other social configuration anyone can think of. It was truly a microcosm of the gay community.
It was as if ManSham came to life.
Bitches want democracy and equal access for all, well democracy this!
No need to say that it was a nightmare, massive waves of dissing, just like ocean tide, would sweep the whole space, and you would find every bitch dissing the other right to her face.
Everyone was so open about their viciousness, there was no holding back now. Everyone felt empowered, liberated, every bitch felt high on power, like she owned the f*cking place.
There it was: a place to be, not only a selective context, like some "exclusive" party ("I would have invited you, its just not your scene!"), no - this was a public space, open for all.
And there was no stopping them.
At some point, as Fat Ray (you may remember him from such posts like 'Fat Ray and Public Bathhouses'), it felt like Stonewall without the police.
Thats why I was telling a friend, that this is the perfect moment to call the police.
Too bad the p*ssies wouldn't show up.
Because if they did, those bitches would have taken them down!!!
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