Fag Diaries

For all those who want to stop sucking cock!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 06:07:00 +0000

The American Psychological Association, the American Psychiatric Association, and the National Association of Social Workers state:

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Sexual orientation has proved to be generally impervious to interventions intended to change it, which are sometimes referred to as “reparative therapy.” No scientifically adequate research has shown that such interventions are effective or safe. Moreover, because homosexuality is a normal variant of human sexuality, national mental health organizations do not encourage individuals to try to change their sexual orientation from homosexual to heterosexual. Therefore, all major national mental health organizations have adopted policy statements cautioning the profession and the public about treatments that purport to change sexual orientation. The statement of the American Psychiatric Association cautions that “[t]he potential risks of ‘reparative therapy’ are great, including depression, anxiety and self-destructive behavior.”

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The Australian Psychological Society states:

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"Homosexual orientation is not a mental illness and there is no scientific reason to attempt conversion of lesbians or gays to heterosexual orientation. The Australian Psychological Society acknowledges the lack of scientific evidence for the usefulness of conversion therapy, and notes that it can in fact be harmful for the individual. Changing the sexual orientation of a person is not simply a matter of changing the person's sexual behavior. It would require altering the emotional, romantic and sexual feelings of the person and restructuring self-concept and social identity."

ماخولیا

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 18:40:00 +0000

الان با "الاغ بی ایمان" تو خیابون بودم. هوا داره پاییزی میشه، با خش خش برگ و باد سرد و این چیزا!

ولی عجب باد وهم آلودی و عجب سکوت وهم آلودتری.

نه من میدونم، نه کس دیگه ای. شاید دارم خودم رو با سکوت گول میزنم، شاید هم با فکر کردن. واقعا مرز تخیل و واقعیت کجاست؟ با جایی که من راه میرم خیلی فاصله داره!

یاد یکی از کابوس هایی که معمولا میبینم و پر از حشره های چسبناک با نیش های دردناک هست، افتادم. یادمه از یه جایی یهو حمله میکردن و میچسبیدن به تنم.

بعد حوصلم از عشق سر رفت. عشق کیلو چنده آخه؟؟ شاید هم چسبیده به تنم. نیشم میزنه...مرز لذت و رنج کجاست؟ روی پوست من؟ توی ایمان تو؟

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میدونی، همیشه گفتم که جندگی به تعداد کسایی که باهاشون خوابیدی مربوط نمیشه، بلکه یه جور خلق و خوی هست. ذهن من آلوده شده! آلوده به سم حشرات چسبناک و بدبو و لزج؛ مثل یه جور مرض. از این بیماری ها که یارو سال ها باهاش دست و پنجه نرم میکنه، بعد یک شب عزراییل میاد به دیدارش و میگه بیلاخ!! هنوز نوبت تو نشده، باید فعلا جر بخوری تا بعد بری بهشت. تو بهشت هم که به آدم حوری میدن. حوری به چه درد من میخوره آخه؟ تو وصیت نامه بنویس یه دیلدو هم با من دفن کنن، اون دنیا لازم میشه!

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این پاییز کذایی...یادآور گه ترین خاطراتی که دارم...کوچه هایی که توشون ول میگشتم، سیگارهایی که دود میکردم، باتری هایی که شارژ میکردم، چای، قهوه، قطار، کوپه، فیزیولوژی، بسکتبال، 405، 78!؛

خسته شدم بابا! دیگه فکر نمیکنم. عمل هم نمیکنم. تبدیل میشم به یک نبات. آب می خوام، با کلی نور. برو کنار بزار باد بیاد!؛

خاطره

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 10:40:00 +0000

امروز تو میدون ولی عصر یه خانومه بهم گفت: "خوش به حالتون که با یه شلوار و یه تی شرت میاین تو خیابون! من دارم میرم اداره دولتی باید با مانتوی بلند و مقنعه برم!" بعد کلی حرف زدیم. آخرش گفت: "دعا کن کارم درست شه، البته دعا که نه، انرژی مثبت بده!" ه

پدیده ای به نام اواخواهری

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 19:30:00 +0000

این پست از اون پست هاست! قبل از هر چیز واسه این که کسی نگه چرا انقد فکر میکنی کارت درسته، توضیح میدم که من از بعضی از این موارد پاک (!) هستم و به بعضی از اونا گرفتار. تازه میتونیم، مینویسیم، مشکلیه؟؟

چند روز پیش یک خبر می خوندم درباره اینکه تحقیقات نشون داده که رضایت فرزندان زوج های همجنسگرا بالاتر از فرزندان زوج های دگرجنسگراست. دلایلی مثل سطح تحصیلات و فرهنگ بالا رو واسش آورده بود.

تعداد زیادی از گی هایی که من دیدم تا حالا نه همچین تحصیل کرده بودن، نه با فرهنگ، و در مواردی با عرض شرمندگی کاملا بی شعور بودن!! بعد همه میگن اصولا گی ها با فهم و کمالات و مهربون و هنرمند هستن! تنها هنری که من دیدم ساک زدن بوده، که تازه خیلی ها هم درست دندوناشون رو نمی پوشونن!

یادمه وقتی مهستی مرد، یکی از گی های بسیار با شعور و کمالات مدتها در وبلاگش عزاداری برگزار میکرد، کلا جامعه اواخواهران افسرده شده بود! این هم میشه شعور! یعنی کلا غیر از مهستی و شهره و اینجور کس شعرا کسی چیزی گوش نمیده. حالا من نمیگم گوش نده کسی از این چیزا، ولی هر چیزی حدی داره!

موضوع بسیار جالب دیگه نحوه استفاده از اینترنت هست! اصولا بین این عزیزان اینترنت یعنی مکان یافتن سکس با مکان! محل یافتن این موهبت الهی چت روم های یاهو و سایت من جم هست.استفاده از اسکایپ یا ام اس ان، فیس بوک، تویتر، لست اف ام، آکا آکی، و بطور کلی هر وبسایت یا سرویس آنلاین که به درد بخوره هم که اصلا باب نیست!

یه بار من آنلاین بودم (البته من همیشه آنلاین هستم!!) بعد یک نفر تو یاهو پیغام داد ، گفتم آقا من دوست پسر دارم، بعد طرف کلی شاکی شد که پس چرا تو یاهو هستی! یعنی این که کلا اینترنت و تکنولوژی و همه اینها کشکه، مگر این که بشه به کمکش یکی رو پیدا کرد و بهش داد! یا مثلا حین شلوغی های بعد از انتخابات که یاهو فیلتر شد، یکی از دوستان بسیار ناراحت بود که با مسنجر تحت وب نمییشه رفت تو چت روم و این چند روزی که ننه باباش نیستن از کجا کیر پیدا کنه؟ واقعا چه دغدغه هایی داریم! حالا شما تصور کنین که من یه بار داشتم به یکی توضیح میدادم که چطوری از فری گیت استفاده کنه!

میدونین نتیجه این همه کوته فکری و بسته بودن ذهن چیه؟ این که وقتی به هم برسیم جز خاله زنک بازی و این که واسه کی ساک زدیم و "پسر همسایه عجب جیگریه، چجوری بکشمش رو خودم؟" و این جور چیزا هیچ حرفی واسه گفتن نداریم. دوباره میگم که قرار نیست بشینیم مسائل مهم مملکتی رو حل کنیم، اما هر چیزی هم حدی داره.

شاید بشه گفت که خیلی هم بد نیست که تو ایران حقوق و ازدواج و داشتن فرزند توسط زوج های همجنسگرا قانونی نیست، چون اگر غیر از این بود، اون بچه بدبخت چی میکشید!!ََُ

پ.ن: واسه اینکه دل خودم و کله پاک کن بیشتر خنک شه یک خاطره دیگه مینویسم:
اون: "تاحالا گی کردی؟"
من: "گی کردن یعنی چی اونوقت؟"
اون: "یعنی پسر با پسر دیگه!"
من: "خوب بگو سکس!!"
اون: "نه دیگه، این سکس نیست! پسر با پسر میشه گی کردن، دختر با دختر میشه لز زدن، پسر با دختر میشه سکس!"
من: .....
اون: "حالا کردی؟"
من: "به تو چه؟؟"

Freedom, and the consequences!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 07:10:00 +0000

When you are living in a country like Iran, you are living in fear.

It's a constant fear of the outside. You can never stand for your thoughts, or your rights, not only as a citizen, but also as a human being. They teach "The Fear" from the very first day. From elementary school til you go to the university. You eventually live The Fear!

What is the fear? Well, it's kinda hard to explain, but mostly you'll be afraid of burning in hell, and since God is everywhere, watching us (like he has nothing else to do), you'll always watch yourself; the way you act, the thoughts you think, your social behavior, etc.

The funny thing is the time when you finally wake up, and start thinking differently; "A new vision". First you try to hide it, and always doubt your thoughts: "What if I go to hell?!"
Then, you'll become a rebel! Always showing off your radical thoughts and be proud of them.
And finally you'll live in paranoia, and the fear of being spotted and tortured, murdered...

Being an Iranian gay guy, I live in paranoia, it's kinda hard to avoid when you hear on the news that teens were hanged for being gay or that Iraqi gay people are being tortured in the worst ways and then thrown away like a bag of garbage.
Coming out of this god damn closet is more like a dream! And the reality is living in exile. You won't be in an island of tribes who will sooner or later eat you alive, your island is your limited ring of friends who are also living on their own islands.
Isolation kills, seriously!

The worse part? Being an Iranian gay guy! Not because being gay sucks or we have no rights! Actually you get to go to men's pools and men's gyms and you get to see all the guys naked, which is like heaven!!
We all deal with the shit I said earlier, but when you're gay in Iran, you have to deal with extra shit, you know, more fear, more paranoia. And the sad thing is the gay scene, which is nothing like a safe place to fuck and have fun, it's more like: "Kill or be killed!"

But who's to blame? Ourselves! with no role-model, no guarantee, no future and also The Fear, we all turn out psychos!

This post turned out to be a complete bullshit and I'm gonna end it with no conclusion!

PS: Nice brain storming though!

الاغ بی ایمان

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 15:20:00 +0000

بعضی وقتا آدم یه جایی مثل اینجا گیر میکنه! بهش میگن وضعیت "اره به کون"!!! نه راه پس داری نه راه پیش.

این الاغ هم که انقد محافظه کاره، که گاهی آدم میمونه که واقعا انقد خنگه؟ یا اینکه ما رو هالو فرض کرده.بعد که خودش توضیح میده آدم فکر میکنه که صادقانه و کاملا رمانتیک، ابلهه! اوف، اینم شد زندگی؟

احتمالا "خدا" بودن خیلی خوبه. همه به حرفت گوش میدن! اگه بگی یه ماه همتون دهیدراته بشین، همه میگن که: "حتمن مصلحتی در کار بوده دیگه!"

خوب آخه الاغ! اگر مصلحتی در کار هستش، یهکم به حرف من گوش کن، ناسلامتی من خدا هستم ها!! شاید خودت هم باور نداری...

؛

Sucky Post!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 19:09:00 +0000

Dear Diary,
pffff, what a sucky day!!
Some people say I've been lucky, I have a good job, fairly good income, etc. But the thing is I don't feel that way. The big Q is : "Why?"

The reason is quite obvious: I didn't reach the place I wanted, didn't become the person I wanted to be. I just fell into another road, leading to another destination.

Fear is a really important factor here. 'Cause if there were no fear, there wouldn't be any disappointment. We'd all walk our own paths, leading to the place we wanted: Self-Image!

So what is my self-image? What is yours?
We all see our parents trying to make us do what they wanted to do when they were young, but never did - maybe because they were afraid.
And we may or may not do what hey want us to do. Anyhow this will lead us to treat our own children to do what we were afraid to do.

Don't get me wrong, I know the effect of circumstances we can't control, I'm just talking about what we can control.

Anyway, these thoughts led me to a worse thought: "The other day, I seriously wished I wasn't gay!"
Yup I really wished for it - and they say careful what you wish for!
I'm not gonna explain how I got to this point, but I'm gonna share what I decided: When you are afraid to do something, don't blame it on the circumstances you are forced to live with.

Anyway, where was I going?! Oh, the sucky day!
Well I work in a company, a good company, and I hate it! Simply because it is in the way of my self-image. And I'm afraid to quite, because of the circumstances! See how sucky can things be?!

God, what a sucky post!
The Fag is so depressed that he can't judge all the other fags like he used to! Sorry for that, I'll try to get back on track and continue judging other people ASAP!

PS: Even my gaydar is not working properly anymore! God!!

Manly Love
Fag

The Fag is Back!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 07:15:00 +0000

Hey guys, queens, men, etc.
I re-opened my diary after a short "deletion-period' due to some paranoid thoughts.

I just don't know what to say anymore. Not that I've lost my gay sense of humor, but after all we've been through, it's kinda hard to just get back to normal. 'Cause nothing is normal around here anymore.

I just want to thank all my foreign friends who showed their support and concern by sending emails and messages.

Let's all hope for better days to come.

Love
Fag

A variation of Homophobia: Heterophobia!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Sat, 16 May 2009 21:16:00 +0000

Not long ago, i was hanging with some friends. And there was this guy who came out to us: He was a heterosexual!

I couldn’t believe it! I mean the very idea of a guy sleeping with a girl is so…what should I call this rare unnatural phenomena?

And when you think of their poor parents and what they have to go through; the shame of having a heterosexual child is such a burden.

I once saw another heterosexual who told me this is natural and even some animals do heterosexual acts and I told him that there’s a difference between human kind and animals but he tried to convince me that heterosexuality is just normal and he was born this way!

I myself can’t stand this, all straight people should die and go to hell! God made us as kind and emotional beings able to love our own kind and gender but these people walking among us, calling themselves normal are just a disgrace and a treat to the families.

Let’s all stop this non-human act now!

PS: Don’t be mad at me, just laugh! ;)

The player…who played basketball!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Sat, 16 May 2009 20:29:00 +0000

I will call Mr. “A” tomorrow.I didn’t know what to tell him. Maybe I meet him. What will we do? What will I say? This is so hard! I just remember all those times we spent together. We really enjoyed each other. Going to classes, having lunch, fucking around, having dinner, sleeping. It was quite fun.

What am I gonna tell him when he picks up the phone?

You know there was only a problem; a slight misfortune, or misunderstanding you might say: He is straight!

All my love remained unanswered…for 3 years!

What a fool I was, it practically made it hard for me to fine a relationship, and I tried hard to forget him…guess I never really could.

When you love someone, they occupy a place in your heart and never leave. And at those moments that you think you forgot them, this feeling gets out and reminds you of the pain you felt.

By the way, I didn’t call him…didn’t have the guts to do so!

My inner brainstorming on being a cock-sucker!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Fri, 15 May 2009 14:17:00 +0000

Looking back I realize how lucky I've been when I came out to someone. Although it's not the same as cumming on someone!

My siblings, most of my friends and even my boss were like: "OK, what's new?" Not that I'm feminine or anything, but they were quite open minded to accept this fact. I even think my dad suspects somethings ans once my mom found a book titled: "GAY LOVE" with a picture of two guys french kissing, but she didn't say anything, just put the book back in the library.
But when I think more about this, I mean my parents and the fact that they kinda know but don't wanna admit it, I feel that this is not how I want my life to be; "Living an open secret"
Nevertheless, living out in the open with no secrets is not really my thing, it kinda sucks!
And I have lost some friends when I came out to them and I have heard some stupid homophobic remarks from them. But my rule is: "If you can't accept me for who I am, then you weren't my friend to begin with!"

Not every one is as lucky as me. A dear and close friend of mine was forced to come out to his family and went through hell! His family made him stop seeing us and eventually living!

Coming out is like a suicide machine, but after doing so, no matter what you go through, you just feel relieved and free.

You know, being gay is not just about the ass-play, it takes a lot of work!

RE: Hey faggot, wanna suck my cock?

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Thu, 14 May 2009 09:43:00 +0000

To Erazerhead and all those who need to know this:
I'm not afraid, this post is just a thought, a fact, yes I know a transsexual was stabbed to death in Mashad. I know it when people make remarks about my clothes, my swish, my hair-do, it's not a joke. It's pure homophobia, not some remark or friendly joke. I feel it. My point, which I confess wasn't exactly discussed is that before thinking about changing the world, let's make it more gay friendly, let's educate ourselves and educate others. I don't need to convince anyone that I like dick! I like it and I'm damn proud of it. This is the idea I'm trying to imply!

Hey faggot, wanna suck my cock?

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Tue, 12 May 2009 09:07:00 +0000

I've been thinking about our situation in Iran and all the troubles we have. But to my own amazement I got to a weird yet somewhat true conclusion: "Maybe it's better for us that the government and people don't realize homosexuality to be normal."
You know, as I mentioned in an earlier post, in a place like United States, homophobia is a serious problem for gays. Gays go through a rough time just to be themselves. But in Iran we don't live our lives as we want to; we live in hiding. So we are not that worried about homophobic acts.
But let's imagine the day when homosexuality is not a crime in Iran's law and we have the same rights as straight people. Then we can be out, loud and proud. Then gay bashing starts.
With a little attention to Iranian's background you can see that with all the religious ideas people have they will give us a hard time.
Right now wen two guys or gals hold hands in the street or show a little affection in public usually people don't care! Those that do, just give you a look and mumble something, basically their disgust and move on. Our families and friends don't know, so we just get the casual homophobic jokes from them about the facts of our being gay, although they have no idea.
But let's think about the time when it's all out. If you do a little lip job in public people will scream and shout, call you faggot, throw things at you. Then when you are walking down the street later that night you might be bashed to death.
I know, it's a brutal scene but it can and will happen.
All I'm saying is today we are only afraid of showing our secret identity and the capital punishment. But someday we will be afraid of a more serious problem: Homophobia!

I'll have a Pesto and him to go!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Sat, 09 May 2009 20:11:00 +0000

Funniest thing happened today: A guy hit on me!

I was having lunch at my favorite restaurant and I went out for a cigarette and then this musical-cute-nerdy type guy came over to me and hit on me.
Yes, I am so pathetic. But it had never happened. I mean at parties and places where every one is gay that's quite normal, but not in real life. This reminded me of a story I wrote in my first blog called "Rainbow Man", only back then I was this virgin-inexperienced-nun and when some hot guy came to me and started flirting, I totally fucked it up!

The part that amazed me was the fact that I had forgotten I was gay! You know what I mean? No?
Well when you lead this double life when you are a respectful citizen by day and a cock sucker by night, you sometimes forget who you are. Man I hate this. But we all know coming out of the closet to a normal Iranian family with the religious background ain't easy. Let alone the society.

But every once in a while I receive nice compliments from my coworkers about the way I dress or my hair-do, and I try hard not to get their attention. When these things happen I can't help but admire those who live and act exactly as they want.

Back to the guy who hit on me today, I kinda blew this one up too...Well I have a boyfriend (Although I really wanted to have coffee with him!).

PS: I changed the name of my blog ;)

I am back: Check out his abs!!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Wed, 06 May 2009 13:33:00 +0000

Hey guys, ladies, and queens!
It's been a long time since I last wrote anything. But here I am now.
What made me come back is this: http://www.ketabkhane88.blogfa.com/
check it out.
The first thing that got to my mind when seeing this was: "OK, all the philosophers of Iranian Queer World are here again, saying the things they have always been saying, complaining to ears that are not listening, and demanding things that will never be achieved in this country for at least a hundred years (unless a meteor hits Tehran!)". and I thought to myself after all this, what happened to actually being gay?
As for me, I know I love dick (yup, I'm really vulgar!) and hanging out with my boyfriend or checking out guys on the streets as they pass by me. And I'm tired of being sad because "They don't understand us"
Well, fuck them!
And that's what I'm gonna do (not chasing after straight guys!), Just being gay and loving it.

CrazyDiamond on Cheraq 46

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 05:17:00 +0000

As you might know, my last post has been translated and published in Cheraq 46.
You can download it here.

پست آخر من در چراغ 46 ترجمه شده است. مي توانيد آن را از اينجا دريافت كنيد

In the Closet, Out on the Streets

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Sat, 25 Oct 2008 16:46:00 +0000

Thursdays are hot nights in Iran’s Queer World.

This week I went out with a friend and my newly found love.We went window shopping at Tehran’s hottest gay spot: Vanak Sq.So as we were walking I noticed a lot of familiar faces, holding hands, parading the streets. It was like a Pride Parade with no flags.

Last night we went to a Sofreh-Khaneh (Iranian Traditional Restaurant), and just as we started eating, a group of ladies arrived and we all knew each other.

So I wondered: “Is the Iranian Gay Community a secret society? Are we afraid to show off our sexual orientation?”

The answer is obviously a big fat NO!

We’re all on the streets with tattoos, piercing, noticeably gay clothes and attitude, parading the streets, having fun and no fear. And people see us as “Fags Night Out”, and would probably go back home and describe the Lady boys they’d just seen.

So why do we always try to prove that in Iran, gays are being treated in the worst possible way one could imagine. Why is our only organization brainwashing the world and Iranian gays? Why do they try to lead us to the delusion of a happily ever after life by means of running away and becoming a refugee in UN camps?

I’m not trying to say that in Iran we’re living the best Queer Life possible. All I want to say is that we are not that miserable! If you move to America and hold the hand of your beloved in public, you will most probably receive some harsh homophobic comments.

The difference is that in Iran both the government and the society hate us, we have no laws supporting gay rights. But I believe that our major problem in Iran is neither the government, nor the society; it’s us!

I know guys who claim to be gay but in heart they believe that being an “ass-fucker” is a very shameful behavior. I know a lot of guys who believe that being gay is just being able to enjoy fucking a guy.

And among all these misunderstandings, we are expecting the society to respect us while we don’t really know ourselves.

So what should we do? Do we really have a problem? Or are we just imagining?

We are all living double lives. We are living with the fear of being forced out of the closet, so there is a problem. But the way to solve this problem is NOT running away, we should stand and fight for our rights by educating anyone who might have an open mind.

PS: To all those who find me a narcissistic-know-it-all-asshole: All I say here, are my visions and ideas, I don’t expect anyone to agree with me. I’m just trying to describe the gay scene in Iran as I’ve seen and known it.

Confusion or Fusion?

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 15:53:00 +0000

I dated a guy, better say "some kid", for like a month. And after all the romantic talk, he suddenly realized that he didn't want a serious relationship 'cause he still wasn't over his last . Then he just decided to move on and see what can happen between us, but it only lasted for like a week as he knew he wasn't ready for anything.

How many dates have you had that were this confused?!

I can't understand why we are so confused. Is it like the National-Gay-Behavior?
Last year, there was this guy who always had the same answer to all my "Where is this going?" questions: He didn't know! Yet he kept dating other guys while we were going out. The funny part was his honesty as he told me about them and then he would always say that our relation was more than just a casual datin-hangin-out-thing!

It's like we know what we want, but we don't know where to find it. Or simply we just want to keep our options open. Maybe us gays are really "As monogamous as our options" -as said on the movie Adam and Steve. Note that I'm talking about those who are into the third type dating or the confused fourth type .
But when you date as many guys as you can, nothing will happen. As you never get to know anyone of your dates.

I even remember dating some guy who said he was really busy afterwards so we had just 20 minutes. We had a walk and a laugh and the: "Keep in touch" sentence. The next day a friend called me and told me about his date and as he explained the guy I suddenly realized that my busy date was busy on other dates! He had dated my friend on the very same day with a 20-minute difference! The funniest thing happened a month later when he sent me a text saying: "Hey, when are we gonna finally meet?"
See?

So, what should we do? Keep dating 'till we can't remember who we've seen and who we haven't?
Or date some people at the same time to see which one will impress more? Or keep fooling ourselves that we are not just looking for a hot one-night stand?
The concept of dating has been misunderstood in Iran. On my last post, I told you about the three major dating types. But here 80% of dates are type 1, whether you admit it or not!
Sex has become such an important factor that even most of our friends "are kinda cute to begin with"!

The reason for nothing serious happening ever, is that we never give ourselves time to know each other. The rules we set for ourselves are sometimes so strict that we mentally block whatever that might happen. I have a friend who still believes that he should feel something on the very first moment he sees his date, if he doesn't, nothing's gonna happen.

There was this guy I dated for 2months. And he moved so fast that after the first two weeks, he took it for granted that we were in a relationship. Guess what happened? One day he called and told me that there was another guy and he wants to be with him. There I was, dumped when I was starting to really like the guy.

Let's conclude: I believe the very first important rule for dating and relationships is to be honest; with yourself and with the guy you are dating.
When you are dishonest, you just end up hurting other's feelings and feel lost in a whole lotta un-relationships.
And remember: Don't push it, or it will fall right off!

The Myth of Dating

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 09:21:00 +0000

So I dated a guy a month ago and his first get-to-know-each-other-question was: “How big are you?”

I was like: “Are we allowed to ask this sort of Q’s on a first date?”

So let’s talk business: “How should we act on a date?”

There are three types of dates:

The “Are you hot enough to fuck?” date
The “For Fuck’s Sake” date
The “Romance in the Air” date

The difference between 1 and 2 is that in type 1 you see the guy to evaluate him for bed action and in type 2 you see the guy just to see him, no bed action, no love action, no ACTION!

So what you should do first is determine the type and then you’re good to go!

You can ask any sexually offensive question on type 1, but beware: A type 1 date lasts for a maximum of 10 minutes, so be quick or remain horny!

If you are a type 2 guy, you will generally dish the other guys you know: ask about your date’s friends and past relations, his stupid previous dates, his sex stories, etc.

And last but not least, for type 3 dating you just keep talking and hope to feel the butterflies!

Now let’s discuss the important factor of location:

In type 1 you will most probably meet the guy in front of Ghanoon’s Pharmacy, Vanak Square. Or maybe somewhere around Park-Way. Since you don’t have much time, find a close place to your apartment.

In type 2 you don’t wanna spend too much, so you meet your date in a park, most probably Mellat Park.

And if you’re romantic type, you go to a nice café, like Café Paeez, or Café 78, or Café Gallery.

Now that we have it all, I’m gonna talk about the confused version of dating, where you don’t know what you want from your newly found friend/date/future sex partner/boyfriend.

In this case you first meet the guy for the ten-minute bed time evaluations, probably somewhere around Vanak Square. Then if he passes, you ask if he wants to take a walk. If you both enjoy the 15-minute walk to Mellat-Park, you suddenly realize that you’re hungry or thirsty or you’ll come up with some other reason to go to a café or a restaurant and do the romantic talk. Later, when it’s time to say goodbye, you look each other in the eye, with a nervous smile, and if possible a gentle kiss on the lips (come on, we’re living in Iran, you can’t kiss a guy on the lips anywhere).

So, next time, before you go out on a date, ask yourself: “Do I want a good fuck or a good buddy? Or a good fuck-buddy?”

How I Met Your Father!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 06:01:00 +0000

In Iran, the hottest gay spot is with no doubt "The Internet".
It sucks, doesn't it?

Well, we've got no gay bars, no gay clubs, no gay saunas, so it's either Valiasr Street from Vanak to Park-Way or the virtual-gay-club. I personally prefer the virtual shit 'casue it's less shameful, but is it really worth it?

What do we get over the internet?
The answer is a picture, a nickname, and whole lot of bullshit. I can never trust anyone through the internet, NEVER! But I keep doing this, and I can't quit, just like the way I can't quit smoking!
I seriously enjoy flirting online. Is there a chat-patch?!

So let's take a look at the hottest "Virtual Gay Bars" :

1. "Manjam: Who needs love when you can have it all?"
Come on, we all have a Manjam profile, or at least one!
This online dating website is filled with every single gay characteristic you can imagine: from six packs to chubby bears.
But beware, you can't have it all. A guy sent me a message telling me how badly he wanted to fuck me in his bathroom. Another nice message asked to me kindly blow him in his car.
There was even a 50 year old guy who accepted the fact that he looked ike sht but he could support me. Right now I'm thinking about leaving my job and becoming a male prostitute.
Then there is the "Only in love we believe, Shame on you ass-fuckers" type. It's all about love and broken hearts by stupid ex-boyfriends.
It's up to you to choose your side because the battle is hot!

2."Asian LGB: Perverts on Parade"
Are you into incests? Do you like to be a slave? Do you want to have sex right now?
If yes, then welcome to heaven!
Don't look for anything special to happen and don't expect anyone to be honest, just fuck and leave!

3."Yahoo! 360: As Versatile As Being a Bisexual"
Straight guys, bisexuals, and gays all mixed up in a big pile. Just try to find your way and have at least 150 friends in your list, you'll find love.

So here it is: "The Internet G-Spot Trilogy"
As exhausting as it may be, try to surf the internet looking for true love. You may find your Prince Charming just an instant message away.

The Homo-High-Way to Love!

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 09:08:00 +0000

If you attend an upper-class party ( or just a regular homo gathering ), you can see label queens with fit, tan bodies. Or at least those trying to convince each other that they are much more fabulous than the other cheap jerks.

But why do we always have to be fabulous?

I myself don't really believe in inner beauty, as I think the outer shell pretty much explains what's underneath. But what is it with us fags that makes us dress up in fake Gucci and try the latest fashionable hair style, just to prove we are cool? Can't someone be cool in a pair of jeans and a trendy t-shirt and low hair spray consumption?

Last week I was at a friend's when I heard something really interesting: "Mr. N told me that he saw me wearing the same underwear at his last party!"

Beware you guys! We should even make a log of our once-already-worn underwear!
Maybe it's a battle of who's more fabulous than who, underwear-wise. See? inner beauty is important after all!

So is there a rule for being fabulous in Iran's underground Homo-Land?
The answer is YES!

1. You need to be tanned. Come on, who likes a normally white skin-tone? NO ONE!

2. Be a label queen! Well in Iran we are limited to Benetton, Sisely, and a whole lot of fake Dior, Dolce Gabbana and Gucci.

3. Don't forget accessories! Watches, glasses, bags, and amazingly huge belts. I even personally know a guy who walks around with his Gucci hand bag, and it's quite feminine. Come on we are all queens. Let's not judge the rules!

4. Gym, gym, gym! Slim and average bodies are no longer useful. You need biceps and pecs to get a man, at least for the night!

Well, now that we all look fabulously the same, let's go look for that someone special who also is some fabulous jerk and live happily ever after!

And as the first rule of dating: Don't talk if it's a good F**K!

Wet Reality

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 15:31:00 +0000

قرمز و داغ...
بوی تن...عرق...

من اینجا...کرخت...داغ...خیس...چسبناک...

تنها...با تو...بی‌ تو...

و هنوز داغ و خیس و زرد...

Lost in Confusion

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 11:53:00 +0000

This is the new me

The new aspcet of me

A new vision

Let's go straight to number one

And close the door before you leave!a

What a wonderful world

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 18:16:00 +0000

In a world full of shit...there are even narcissists!m

Darkness Approches

noreply@blogger.com (FAG) — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 10:55:00 +0000

سر در گم و گمشده...
به دنبال چیزی که نیست...یا هست...یا بوده و نیست.
من هنوز اینجا هستم...با خودم...و حسادت...