When I found myself grabbing my desk last week while the earth shuddered and the building shook, I had no idea what caused it. Thanks to Israeli Member of Knesset Shlomo Benizri, I've since been enlightened. It was the gays.
Clearly there is an orgy of monumental proportions going on that I'm missing out on, big time.
The epicenter turned out to be in southern Lebanon, which blows my theory that the feature in Haaretz Magazine a few months ago about Israeli gay tourism in Amman (and the 'Arab world') spawned some hott coexistence action at Books@Cafe's Friday brunch. Leave it to the Lebanese to throw the most awesome party that's been seen in these parts for the last century or so, and not invite me.
The Haaretz article basically lays out Amman's gay scene from the Roman amphitheater to Books to RGB and Culture Street. Books, ok that's a given. But the Roman amphitheater? Seriously? Joseph Massad, please step in here so we can all get our panties in a tizzy discussing whether the young men apparently selling sex to foreign tourists are actually 'gay.' And whether that makes the Roman amphitheater also 'gay.' (Though didn't the Romans kind of start the whole orgy thing?)
The article is seeing gay in places where I've been a thousand times and just saw West Amman. But I guess that's kind of the point, isn't it, for the tourists in the article looking for sex in the Middle East-- finding a place that is in a separate space altogether where men touch men in public all the time, where sex lurks behind every corner and under every veil and/or kuffiyeh, and where sex is exotic, exciting, and a conquest. Where gay sex isn't really gay sex. It's one big orgy, people! Veiled, of course. (That's why they cause earthquakes but we didn't actually see the orgy.)
For an Israeli gay man who might be mistaken for Mossad (not Massad),
The fear of being exposed as an Israeli heightens the thrill, some of the visitors say.Now let's all chant Edward Said to conjure his presence.
It is absolutely a type of conquest or operation in enemy territory and a speedy withdrawal. I came, I experienced a few things, I pulled out. The moment I have collected intelligence, withdrawal back to the hotel as quickly as possible.
Another person interviewed in the article says that being gay essentially makes you "international."
Gays have a tool that allows them to enter deep into communities that are rooted in the local culture. ...You can see the house, meet the friends, have breakfast with them.And that tool is, you guessed it, the one night stand. Sorry to let you down, dude, but that isn't 'internationalism.' You enter deep but for a superficial interaction (possibly followed by breakfast at Books). That's just good old Flaubert-style penetration of and experiencing the natives.
I sincerely hope you're using a condom.









