...So there I was on Santa Monica Boulevard, walking my miniature Jack Russel Terrier and trying my hardest to finish my Mocachino soy latte hold the sugar, when I saw a face that looked distinctly Palestinian beaming through the cover of a magazine.
Granted, this was the gay-interest LA publication Frontiers, known to about 150 West Hollywood boys and their coked-out friends, but still, it was a great step forward for the representation of Arabkind.
From "Jerusalem", it said. "Proud of his heritage", it said. "Appreciates greco-roman art", it said.
The next time I saw Rami, it was at Club Lazeez, the raucous Arab dance night in the heart of Little Armenia. He looked different in person... how should I say... more Falcon-like (I hope only a few of you will catch the fullness of that reference). I remember him having the most upright posture, a quality which really makes a person stand out. Maybe he has a background in dance? It made him seem alert, ready to pounce on any prey or sub-par designer that might cross his path. 
Next thing you know, my clubbing posse and his clubbing posse converged, and we found ourselves late one night, in that palace of flour known only as IHOP. I'll bet you that, right now, there is a publicist out there willing to pay me double my T.A. salary so that I never again utter the words "Rami Kashou" and "IHOP" in the same sentence.
We were ten Arabs eating pancakes. It was like a scene from a Renaissance painting. A serene image that Rami might have used as inspiration for one of his drapings.
Cut to last week-end, when I saw Rami at the G Lounge, where the over-dressed and gold-digging fabulosos of NY come out to play. The music had been on-point that night-- all the requisite house classics and 90's dance hits. I was sweaty from dancing, unshaven, and most importantly, not wearing anything designer. How could I walk up to him, looking like that?
I'd rather meet Rami on equal terms, now that I am famous in my new profession as Kabobfest blogger.
I just now perused his Myspace and found out that, like me, he is an idolatrous Bjork fan! More reasons to be friends, right Rami?!
No?
Ok, well then, stop following me around then, gosh!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Memories of Rami Kashou
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He should only be so lucky to lick warm artificially maple-flavored corn syrup off your fingers!
if I'm not mistaken, i think he wore gloves. But i'm mistaken :)
"(I hope only a few of you will catch the fullness of that reference)."
Oh, I caught it. And that second picture of him is... wow.
I've met him a couple times and run into him even more times when he doesn't remember me...which is fine but he's quite into himself and bordering on stuck-up asshole.
"More falcon-like" - best double entendre thus far this year
I saw and said hi to Rami last night at the G lounge in NYC. He was so nice. I love him. I wanted to tell him what a great example he is of a driven gay Arab....hes made e proud even though im South Asian(Pakistani) ..lol..love him!
I loved him on the show.. but when I met him I was so surprised with how lovely, warm and gracious he was.. I was really star struck though... I don't usually get excited about meeting Reality Tv stars but he is something else.. even better looking in person. The most down to earth guy!! LOVE HIM
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