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May 13, 2005
Better watch your back
Our History, mostly around the time of GHAJAR dynasty, is full of literature, poems, and tales that account for the papularity of hemosexuality in our culture. That is also seen and reported in Greek, and Roman cultures. tales written about the abundance of young beautiful boys in the palaces of GHAJARS are many, justifying their deviation, curiosity, or sometimes right of passage for many men. They were so brazen about this that most of Kings in GHAJARS' dynasty had a favorite boy man, usually called a MALIGAK, who was the constant companion of the king, and could get away with many things nobody else could.
And these were men, who had many wifes kept in their HARAMS, waiting for their turn to enjoy the fruits of the kings favor and passion. They are tales also about these women becoming bored with their lives and not being able to see enough of the king, and away from all men, becoming homoseuall beings themselves and enjoy the favors of their commrades. Contrary to the beliefs of western WORLD, ISLAM IN ITS REAL SENSE HAD NEVER ALLOWED, OR ENCOURAGED men to be bigomist. Mohamad the prophet only after the death of KHADIJEH, his wife, started marrying different girls from different tribes, in order to unify the tribes. And Ali, his cousin who was the first man to belive in Mohamad, and his religion, and became the main keeper of true Islam, specialy in the eyes of the SHIATTES of the world, never married another woman untill the death of his wife FATEMEH. and in QURAN, it says a man is allowed to marry another woman with the permission of his wife, and ONLY IF HE COULD GIVE ALL OF THEM LOVE AND ATTENSION EQUALLY. Which is a undoable task when women and love is concerned.
But of course the MULLAHS, AND THEIR INTERPERTRAION OF ISLAM, says something quite different, due mostly to satisfy their appetite, and their hunger for physical lust. But even thes Mullahs are famous for their lust after young boys, something they learned and got to, while attending their seminary schools for long years, since the attendants were all male.
And now my story, during my last year living in Iran, while I was trying to get my Visa to come to America one night my father called me to his room, and once there I was greeted by a hard slap on my face, well by this point, I was Sixteen years old, about 5'10", and though not a body builder, but I was able to defend myself. My immdiate reaction was to slap him back, and before he could try to beat me up, My mom, and the others were in the room and seprated us.
The reason for all this was what was told by my old classmate friend, HOMAYOON, to one of my brothers. HOMAYOON was always a goofe, if I want to bring a picture of him I could tell you, he was exactly like GEORGE, the carachter from SIENFIELDS, as much of a spoiled brat, the only son in his family, and as much of a UNIQUE PERSON that George was.
In his effeort to be humorous, he had advised my brother," THERE IS TWO THINGS YOU SHOULD NOT DO IN YOUR LIFE, SMOKING CIGAR AND BEING A HEMOSEXUALL, JAVAD AND I HAVE DONE BOTH, RESULTING IN OUR SHAME AND GUILT". And my brother had seen himself to be ob ligated to report this to my father.
After much negotiation through my mother, my father accepted to see me in his office to discuss the situation. Once there, sitting behind his desk, without looking at me, he said, " I am suspitious of you and HOMAYOON, I do not want you to have any relationship with him, and you have to find the way to prove to me that his statement is not true, other wise you will not get any help from me for your trip to America, and I will not talk to you as long as I live, disowning you forever."
Well, I was not evenm that friendly with HOMayoon, since we have moved to a new house, faraway from the old neighborhood, I was also involved with all my new friends and dating LIISA, so I did not have any time to see HOMAYOON, but How could I prove to my father that i had not have any physical relationship with HOMAYOON. Outside going to a doctor, and getting inspected in my nether rigions for any signs of any penetrations, what else could I do. I thought maybe that fact that I had never been to any whorehouse, and has not practiced my God given right to prove my manhood, and learn from a wise skilfull PROSTITUE , the art of intercourse, has flamed my father's suspisions further.
I tried to reason with him, to no avail, I asked him how could I prove my side to him, he already knew that I was dating LIISA, but he did not have any ideas either, we were in an impass, and I had to forget my dream of coming to America. I left his office in huff, not knowing what to do. Well I do not quite clearly remember how we solved that problem, I think my mother had a lot to do with it, she got in between and somehow I passed another hurdle in my effort to come to America.
Posted by Idinraha at May 13, 2005 11:41 AM
Comments
So, you mean to tell me... after all these years... that what I thought I knew... was wrong?!
Posted by: cycho ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.idinraha.com/nav-commenters.gif)
at May 13, 2005 05:19 PM
Remember my man, AAN YAR KAZO GASHT SARE DAAR BOLAND, jORMASH IN BOOD KE ASRAR HOVEYDA MIKARD,
SO, YOU DONO NOTHIN, YOU'VE SEEN NOTHIN, AND HEARD NOTHIN, get it, CAPICHE,
or I might have to write about how you offered me
the forbidden fruit, the first time, in the cellar of your house!!!!!!,
you know how shameless I can be, so HSSHHHHHH
Posted by: Idinraha at May 13, 2005 05:44 PM
Guilty by affiliation?
Posted by: ShrinkLady at May 13, 2005 09:57 PM