eavesdropping

A woman in the throngs of ecstasy (warning:explicit content)

My question is: Why is the guy recording it whispering as though he will be heard?

inhaling life briefly

How satisfying

to  push my nose

into your

naked

smooth armpit

and inhale

a bit of

inspiration!

being blind to rainbows doesn’t mean they are non-existent

He was a man of little words preferring to nod, shake his head , or jerk it in a swift upward movement to show his abrupt refusal to even consider what you said. Even his facial features expressed only a sad ennui, a dejected malaise, or perhaps it was the expression of a man that had given up trying to make sense of those around him.

His constant reticence offended people around him, especially those closest to him who felt a failed sense of companionship. Nothing they could do seemed to alleviate his contant state of misery.

He was indeed miserable. But this was not because of the people around him. They would no doubt be both pleased and surprised to know that they were blameless. No. He was miserable because he could not bring down his facade. He could not let down that barrier easily which allowed him to smile without restraint. He envied people who laughed out loud. Sometimes he could barely utter a sound. It made him tired to even talk, much less laugh. It seemed that it was all an effort.

Life was an effort. At times he felt like a water buffalo with a wide, heavy yoke around his shoulders. He had to carry that yoke. There was no choice. But he bore it with a dejected expression instead of singing with joy. He had never sung in his home.

But he loved music and most of all opera. He had a deep unexpressed passion for Maria Callas. At home, he only listened to Maria when his wife and three children were out of the house on their long mall excursions. He turned the volume up so loud that the windows rattled and he would sit back and sip his coffee and imgaine that Maria Callas was singing to him.

Once he had left the door to his study open and had been so engrossed in listening he was not aware that anyone else was around. He threw his head back impetuously and muttered into the air: Maria! Maria! You were made for me. No one else understands me!

It was at that very moment that the housemaid Maria had come by and peeped in quickly to check on her employer. It was not her habit but that day she was due to meet her boyfriend and she had wanted to ask permission to walk to the Co-Op to buy some items as an excuse.

When she heard her employer uttering her name with such heated passion, so unlike him, she stood there stunned and glued to the floor. She had no idea her employer harboured such feelings for her. It was a pivotal moment in Maria’s life. She felt the flutterings of butterflies for the first time in her stomach but was not aware of what they meant just yet. She soon turned around and slipped away silently, engrossed in pondering the meaning of what she had just witnessed.

When she met her boyfriend, she decided not to tell him what she had just been through. In the store, they strolled hand in hand and he squeezed hers hard in a manner that expressed his impatience:

Maria meet me tonight. I need you. I want you. I need to feel your warmth.

She just smiled demurely and kept silent. Inwardly though, her ego was bursting with the pleasure of knowing she was desired by two men. She sucked in her belly, pushed out her breasts, and let her hips swagger as she walked. She was in control and she enjoyed it. She pulled her hand away from her boyfriend’s grasp and brushing against him, bent over to examine a can of green peas, and at the same time pressing against his groin. She didn’t know why she did that but it was this newfound pleasurable feeling that gave her extra confidence. Two men desired her! One of them was her employer! What more could a young lady want?

She took great care in dressing the next day and combing her hair so that not one strand was out-of-place. She even dabbed a few drops of attar on her wrists; nothing too overpowering as Madame forbade that. When she entered the room, she smiled brightly and greeted her employer warmly. She placed his newspapers before him and asked him what he would like for breakfast. For a brief moment he looked up at her quizzically but then his expression reverted to its sad demeanour.

As she worked around him, Maria hummed a tune. She knew his secret now. He harboured a deep passion for her and it made her even more confident and more bold. She asked him questions about the music he listened to every day. He looked at her with an expression of exasperation on his face.

Maria placed the tray before him. She had prepared everything the way he liked it and she didn’t care that he hadn’t answered her question. Instinctively, she swayed her hips while she worked around him. She felt happy and she wanted him to know it.

just a thought

you love me

that I know

but I am like

your occasional

can of  Coke;

you keep me

in the fridge

and take me out

as needed

when you

desire to hear

that unique

sharp click

of the can

being opened

when

you crave the soda

burning

down your throat

and the tautness in

your chest

of anticipation

when you think about

tipping  your head

all the way back

and drinking it to the

last drop.

 

Conundrum

Another case made headlines also :

Also Jaqueline Woodhouse racist rant

Well

Sometimes I just want to burst out and say: Well?

Or is it: Well….

More often it is Well?

When you are bursting to know, but reluctant to seem such a busy body, a nosey type that those righteous people claim to abhor.

Ah well….

Well, then, I say,what now?

Sometimes we just wait for the other person to make the next move. To provide us with the information we need.

Sometimes our whole life revolves around the decisions other people make.

For once, well, I would like the decision to be totally mine, and entirely selfish.

Well, I’m afraid at this point I am much too much of a coward to do that.

So, well, leave me out of that for the moment.

I do however want to know about how well you two are doing.

 

Now.

Well?

 

in the eyes of flies

Pretend they’re all naked. Imagine they’re all naked. The sea of blurry faces before you becomes a massive kaleidoscope. A gross bulk of surveillance organs. Like the eyes of flies that swarm around me.

Leave me in peace.

There was a horse-fly that buzzed around my sitting room this morning. It had somehow gotten through the screen. It made spiral downwards dives in the pretense of landing on something but changed its mind, and darted in dizzying upwards sweeps. I hated it for the brief encounter I had. Then I chose to ignore it. To hell with you fly. Find your own way out.

I ponder the sentence: It had somehow gotten through the screen. There is no somehow. It had made the decision to enter the cool and quiet sanctity of my sitting room. It had deliberately darted through the first chance it got.

So does that make its curiosity similar to the feline type? Meaning, curiosity killed the cat. So will its curiosity render it the same fate?

Triple dose of curiosity. It must mean something.

My lover asks me to indulge his whims. He wants to share tangerine and dark chocolate. I want to squeeze the tangerine over his mouth, and then mop it up with my tongue. I consider making him fondant. And dipping him into the dark chocolate. Or would I consider pouring dark chocolate fondue over him, casting his virility into an edible mould.

He wants me to nibble at his choclateness between sips of piping hot espresso. It is an art this nibbling without gnashing, without gorging, without chewing and swallowing.

I take out my binoculars. I look out at the roof tops of the boxy houses. I arrive at  the television aerials. I focus on a solitary yellow throated bee-eater. I nod to our African visitor from afar. Visitors. One bee-eater has become two. Preening beautifully.

My lover preens himself, the shower head thrusting long shoots of water against his wet skin, pounding against his exterior self, urging him to hurry and be present. Present yourself in rainbow colours. Be a gentlemanly lollipop and present yourself to your lover, waiting in three W’s.

He presents me with ballet slippers and asks me to twirl around him, half-naked in a shimmering tutu. Twirl. He twists me. Twirl. He untwists me. Twirl. I am dizzy.

He’s on his knees before me and twirls with his tongue, pink and wet,  protruding in tasting mode. The faster he twirls, the higher the tutu flies up. His tongue dips. Curls. Whirls.

I spiral. Sometimes up. Sometimes down. Sometimes osculating against firm flesh.

At this point, I am about ready to fly. To take off. To be a blind fly. Heading for the sun.

Second Time Around

They had four children together and then divorced. I can’t recall if it was his fault or hers. Or whether the mother-in-law was to blame. But she was glad to be free. She was still good-looking and desirable and when another suitor came her way, she didn’t refuse. She married him.

Husband number two was also recently divorced. After a year however, he decided to return to his first wife. He didn’t mind having a couple of wives at the same time. Wife number two however would not tolerate sharing a man, so she left.

Meanwhile, back to our original couple…. when he learned that his ex-wife had remarried, he was incensed. He called her on a daily basis. He texted her. He tried to shame her. In fact he still loved her and wanted her back. You’re the mother of my children. How could you not want me back, he implored? She ignored his advances, despite him having been her husband. Despite him having four children with her. She was happy to be on her own.

But he kept pursuing her, he kept wooing her, until thirteen years after their divorce, she agreed to take him back. They had fallen in love again and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Their passion for each other had increased with age and love was better than before.

They married again and invited everyone to their marriage, second time around.

Wonderland

At the Gulf Film Festival 2012, Dana Al-Mojil wins best director & best short film awards for her adaptation of Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland.

Bu Shanab

This is a short film by Meqdad Al-Kout which I enjoyed watching for both its satire and its underlying nonconformist reflections on traditional habits and norms in society.

The interview here with the director gives some background about this short film. I had to laugh though when the interviewer states that the film takes place in “old Kuwait” (Kuwait in the 1970′s and 1980′s). To me, old Kuwait is pre-oil pearl-diving days. I guess it depends on your perspective doesn’t it?

You’ve come a long way, baby

Oh and I almost forgot.

Men and their moustaches!

Beware the wrath of a man if you ruin his moustache at the barber shop. You could even get arrested for snipping those emblems of masculinity.

In Saudi recently a barber was arrested for mistakenly snipping off his customer’s moustache!

Everything but my moustache is the motto.

Saudi Graffiti

I didn’t realize that street art in Saudi was so rampant and varied until I saw this CNN article How to Rebel, Saudi Style

The article refers to a tumblr site that posts interesting photos of Saudi street art and graffiti

You can’t keep the voice of dissent down.

From http://saudistreetart.tumblr.com/

 

 

Girl Gone Wild

Signature Madonna.

Just look at those beautiful bodies…

 

Madonna’s has joined the perfumed celebrities:

Wonder if it will appeal to me.
I wonder if Madonna will become the West’s answer to Lebanese Madame Sabah in career longevity.

Mendeel Um A7mad

 

cybershuffling

I shuffle

into

blogger wastelands

and tread over old

expired posts

that have not

seen a reader’s lantern

in months.

Abandoned posts

carelessly

forgotten

in  cyber space

dark

silent

with only

words

like distant stars

that shine on

a million

light years

away.

William & Kate

This is an old cartoon commemorating the marriage of Prince William and Kate Middleton.

be my bee

Be my Bee,

sip my nectar,

drink my tea,

dip in with

your exotic

Syrian baqsam,

sprinkle my lips

with sesame

seed,

flutter around

my dewy

blossoms,

buzz around

busily,

alight with your wings,

go knee-deep,

roll in the pollen,

make a clean sweep,

do your job

my sensual Doctor Bee,

indulge me as always with your

creativity.
(and we don’t need a stethoscope to play)

Public Sex and affection

As a nation, we have a penchant for engaging in public display of affection and sexual activities. It is not only the preferred method of amorous engagement for Kuwaitis but also for the foreign expatriates who have caught on to the excitement of car sex.

For amusement, below I have gathered bits and pieces of  lascivious activities on the streets of Kuwait  Before continuing though, do be so kind as to participate in the poll.

Here we go:

Lebanese caught making love in public.

KUWAIT CITY, Aug 9: A Lebanese man and his girlfriend, whose identity has not been disclosed, have been arrested and referred to a police station for making love in public, reports Al-Watan Arabic daily.
The daily quoting security sources, the couple was caught red-handed kissing inside their car. The car was parked near a building in Salwa and the couple was making love under the cover of darkness.
According to the police the lovers were partly naked. The incident was reported to the police by a Kuwaiti man who saw suspicious movements inside the vehicle.

Police catch lovers in the act

KUWAIT CITY, Sept 19: Police have arrested an Asian couple for making love behind a commercial complex in Fahaheel, reports Al-Rai daily.
The daily quoting security sources said police acting on information rushed to the spot and caught the lovers in the act.
They have been referred to the authorities.

KUWAIT CITY, Oct 17:  Police have arrested two people (a policeman and a policewoman) for making love inside a car, reports Alam Alyawm daily.
According to reports they were caught red-handed by a police patrol on seashore.
The couple have been detained at the Hawalli Police Station.
No further details were available.

KUWAIT CITY, Nov 21: Police are looking for six unidentified youths for immoral behavior in public, reports Al-Watan Arabic daily.
It has been reported the youths were kissing and ‘molesting’ an unidentified 18-year-old woman on an unidentified beach and when people complained to the Operations Department of the Ministry of Interior, a police patrol was dispatched to the area.
When the youths saw the police they escaped from the scene but the police could do little because the teen refused to file a complaint against them.

KUWAIT CITY, Nov 23: Police are looking for a young couple for immoral behavior in a public place. The young people were reportedly caught making love inside their car on a beach off Bilajat Street in Salmiya, reports Al-Watan Arabic daily.
The lovers reportedly apologized to police and asked for forgiveness. When police refused the man behind the wheel stepped on the gas pedal and escaped.
Without going into details the daily said police have noted down the car plate number of the suspect’s vehicle.

Asian Couple held making love in car

KUWAIT CITY, Dec 26: Police arrested an Asian couple for engaging in an immoral act in Riqqa.
While patrolling the area, the officers noticed a car parked suspiciously in the dark. When they approached the vehicle, they were surprised to find an Asian man and woman in a compromising position.  They immediately referred the couple to a nearby police station for the necessary legal action.

KUWAIT CITY, Dec 29: Several beachgoers were reportedly annoyed at the behavior of a young couple, who in full view of the people were involved in immoral activities inside their vehicle which was parked on the seashore off the Arabian Gulf Street opposite Sha’ab, reports Al-Watan Arabic daily.
One of the passers-by took a picture of the couple and sent it to the daily.

KUWAIT CITY, Feb 22: Police have arrested an unidentified couple for drinking alcohol and committing an immoral act in public, reports Al-Rai daily.
According to security sources the couple was caught red-handed by a police patrol kissing inside a car on a main in Salmiya.
Surprisingly when police checked the names of the suspects on police computer, they discovered there was a missing persons report on the woman filed by her husband.
During interrogation the woman denied the report and said she was a divorcee. The couple has been detained at the Salmiya Police Station.

Smooching in car in the parking lot

KUWAIT CITY, April 11: Police have arrested an unidentified youth and his girlfriend for immoral behavior. They were caught red-handed making love inside a car in the parking lot of a commercial complex in Abu Halifah, reports Al-Rai daily.
The daily added the couple was caught after several people saw the couple kissing and hugging and called police.
Meanwhile, police have arrested eight youths for harassing and disturbing female students from the Hawalli Business Institute, reports Al-Watan Arabic daily. All those arrested have been referred to the area police station.

Arab man and Asian woman caught in act behind a restaurant

KUWAIT CITY, Feb 7: An Arab expatriate, with an Asian woman, was referred to the concerned authority for necessary action when the Operations Room of the Interior Ministry received a report about the two engaging in immoral acts inside a car they had parked behind a restaurant in Fahaheel area.

Kuwaiti man & Asian woman Having ‘fun’ in car

KUWAIT CITY, Jan 14: Hawalli police arrested a Kuwaiti man and an Asian woman for committing immoral acts, reports Al-Seyassah daily.
The couple was allegedly having ‘fun’ inside a car parked in a desolate area in Bneid Al-Gar. Both of them were referred to authorities.

KUWAIT CITY, Feb 18:: Police have arrested a Lebanese expatriate who was allegedly having ‘fun’ with his housemaid inside his car in Salmiya, reports Al-Rai daily.
A police patrol on routine duty caught the lovers in the act and referred them to authorities.

50-year-old woman caught having ‘fun’ with 18-year-old boy

KUWAIT CITY, Jan 19: A 50-year-old Kuwaiti woman was arrested for committing immoral acts with a youngster in her car, reports Alam-Alyawm daily.
Police patrols found the woman and the teenager, believed to be under 18, indulging in immoral acts in the parking lot of a school in Qurain area.

Kuwaiti woman and an expatriate man caught in act inside car

KUWAIT CITY, Feb 24: Police arrested a Kuwaiti woman and an expatriate man for indulging in immoral activities inside their car in Salmiya area, reports Al-Rai daily.
Patrols on routine duty found the man and woman in a compromising position inside their car in the parking lot of a café and referred them to the investigation department.

Young boy, girl held: A police patrol on duty in Salmiya arrested a young boy and girl who were behaving immorally at the parking area of a commercial complex. They have been referred to the concerned authorities for necessary legal action.

‘Lovers’ nabbed: Securitymen caught a woman in her 40s and a man in his 20s in a compromising position inside their car in Salmiya and referred them to the investigations department.
The unusual parking location of the car had aroused the suspicion of patrol officers.

rotundra

She wants a pepsi

ok?

Are you gonna dive

deep down

into the ocean

and dig one out of that treasure chest for her?

dash up

with a trail

of a hundred thousand

bubbles

and open it

“chak”

“pfishh”

toss it

into the air

and she

grasps it

between two breasts

and tips it

backwards until the rim

skims her fishy style lips

and

glug

glug

glug

she chugs

it down

and it

trickles

swiftly in 

long treacle colored

streams down her hairy neck

around her

bouncy breasts

after that

you do that

famous back flip

and dive back

into the ocean

exposing gleaming

buttocks

as your speedos

slip off your gymnastic

hips

and she

bats

her thick lashes

in the direction you

disappeared

and you

reappear as a little goldfish

nibbling at my feet.

Frenzy

Mars is conjunct

your natal

Pluto

and the kids

upstairs

are running amok

in the frenzy that

accompanies

unexpected absences from

school.

I sip my imported

coffee

and wonder at the stupidity of

building schools that are not

adjusted to our dusty environment,

so when we are besieged by

dust storms,

schools become the ideal clean refuge

where we can keep our children for the day

instead

the child upstairs

cries with ennui

as the maid tells him

to sit still as she finishes

sweeping,

I’m finished with

my imported coffee

and Mars is still

conjunct my natal

Pluto

and I am too lazy

to read what that means

and do I really care

The dust makes everything look beige

the green grass has taken on a pewter

glint..

I stroke my rosary

beads

and ponder

the state of certain

individuals in this

limited universe and

the huge red

satin bows on your

shoes

catch my eye

as I drift to and fro

from my reverie

in my little apartment that

has views over

the expanse of desert sand

and one lone date palm

swinging

and doing the cha-cha

in the distance,

the children upstairs

have quieted

and now the doves

have started to moan

or is that the TV

that is keeping them

hypnotized

and me

and I

and myself

all head

for the

front door

and let in a gust

of cold

beige air.

 

 

Rogue panties

Once a man was invited to his friend’s house for lunch. They were both sitting  in the diwaniya, which is the men’s gathering room , when the host excused himself for a minute to see to some matter outside. Meanwhile, the host’s two-year old son toddled into the diwaniya holding a garment in his little hands.

The guest’s eyes widened in surprise when he notice the toddler was holding a pair of women’s panties and playing next to him. Immediately he assumed the panties belonged to his friend’s wife.  His heart constricted in fear of what his friend would misconstrue the moment he walked back in the diwaniya so he took the panties and stuffed them into his dishdasha pocket and tried to engage the little child in play. At that moment the host walked back in and the child kept making attempts to get the panties from the guest’s pocket and the man became even more nervous.

He got up and excused himself from the host saying he’d received an urgent phone call and he had to leave immediately. Puzzled, the host said that lunch was ready and he would have to eat first. Digging his hands deeper into his dishdasha pocket, the guest apologized but insisted he had to leave, tweaking the little boy’s cheeks as he left.

As soon as he got near a trash bin, he disposed of the panties with a sigh of relief.

 

*Story retold as heard with slight embellishments