On the state of the online community in Lebanon

I have recently stated on my Facebook page that I might not be blogging any more:

I don’t feel like blogging anymore. It’s like, it’s not worth writing for anyone. I am not an activist and I don’t want anything to change. In this community, each gay is for himself; no one really cares about the others. All that everyone cares about is criticizing others who are doing things with their lives. And if someone is better than them or aspires to have a good life, jealousy eats them up, and they end up bashing that person until he/she starts hating himself.This whole community is worthless. I’d rather keep my thoughts for myself.

But I am forced to clarify a few things that I’ve been asked several times so far. I did not decide to stop blogging because I did not win at The Social Media Awards. On the contrary, I was humbled to be nominated by Fida Chaaban, and to have made it to the final stage in two categories was more than enough for me. I know that I cannot compete with the big names in my categories, and I wholeheartedly congratulate both Mich Cafe and Gino’s Blog on their wins, along with the other 31 winners. I believe that every single winner deserved to win. Were there other people who also deserved to win? Yes. But this is how life is, and it doesn’t mean that the others suck for not winning… Well, most of them don’t for that matter.

Which brings me to the purpose of this post.

The reason why I don’t feel like blogging anymore is that the blogging community in Lebanon is mostly shit. Let’s take a few examples shall we?

Elie Fares, from a Seperate State of Mind, thrives from nagging and bashing everything and everyone on his blog, while occasionally blogging about how he worships Taylor Swift. Then, he has the nerve to write a post about how Lebanon is a no criticism allowed zone while all he does is criticize nonconstructively.

Brofessional Review, on another side, a supposedly anonymous advertising and design critiquing blog is nothing close to professional. A bunch of bored students, with no real experience in their field, bash whatever and whoever they feel like under the umbrella of critiquing, while in reality, most of their posts are based on lies, exaggerations and personal attacks, all for the purpose of attention, like a baby cries for his mother. In the occasion that they do post something good, its for the same reason of being noticed for hopes of getting a job or if they are sleeping with (or hope to sleep with) a designer that they are reviewing (as suggested by one of the commentators on their blog).

Adam Fakhr Dean, a person who I had the most displeasure of meeting online, was eaten up by jealousy during the early stages of The Social Media Awards since he was heavily attacking the event and nominees and possibly sitting in his dark little dorm room in Italy creating memes about these people to fill the void in his life. The amount of hate that he demonstrated is remarkable. It is ironic that he has “Human Rights Advocate” in his twitter bio.

Not to mention people like Hady Fakhry, Nisrine and Nathalie who believe that the world revolves around their highness and will go out of their way to attract people’s attentions with useless content and gossip.

The Lebanese social media scene is full of these negative un-constructive people who try to bring people down at the expense of their boredom or attention-seeking behavior. Then, there are the fake activists (who are also seeking attention, from the online community and the media), who fill our timelines with lies, deception and manipulations to get what they want. They lie about getting arrested, they lie about their goals, they lie about what they are doing. All of this to be in the spotlight. Feminism? Ha! Gay rights? HA! Political Reform? Double HA!

I am not an activist, and I don’t want to be. I am not a blogger, if this is how the blogging scene in Lebanon is.

Raja Farah said on twitter that people are quitting from blogging because of the competition that was created by The Social Media Awards (he is still bashing the SMAs, probably because no one nominated him and he didn’t have the courtesy to nominate himself). As much as I respect Mr. Farah and I think his blog and writing style is creative and daring, I have to disagree with him completely. People are quitting blogging because the social media community in Lebanon is not supportive. It is very stressful to continue in such a state where everyone is out to get you and you are not good enough for anyone (especially those who are lifeless and worthless).

The whole purpose of the awards was to shed the light on the people who are doing remarkable effort on social media. But it unexpectedly showed more than that. It showed how rotten the Lebanese online community is, how jealousy eats everyone, how they cannot handle other people’s success, how hate circulates among the tweeps and bloggers, and how everyone is selfish and cannot be happy for others. These awards were supposed to unite the community and show a good image to the media. It turns out that the Lebanese online community does not want to be united. It’s the same as the rest of Lebanon: discrimination, sectarianism and hate. Nothing will ever change.

I do not blog because I want to get followers or get exposure. I blog because I want to get my message across. It might not such a strong message either. I talk about my experience being a gay guy in Beirut. I am not an activist or political reformist. I used to write to express my identity and thoughts to people who might be interested to read, or to tell gay guys in Beirut that they are not alone.

After the truth that has been uncovered these few months, I feel that it is not worth investing my time in this blog; it is not worth exposing my thoughts, fears and hopes with such a hating community.

So, I’m going to be taking a break for now, until things change or until I really want to express my thoughts about something. I will still be active on Twitter and Facebook though, so I will not be disappearing completely.

Until we e-meet again my readers…

Alloush

Win tickets to attend The Social Media Awards final ceremony

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I will be giving away my two tickets to The Social Media Awards final ceremony to my loyal readers. 

In order to keep myself anonymous, I will be giving away my nomination tickets to the ceremony and purchasing other tickets to attend the event.

To be eligible to win tickets, you have to do the following:

  1. Like Homos Libnani’s page on facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/HommosLibnani
  2. Follow Homos Libnani on twitterhttps://twitter.com/HomosLibnani
  3. Log on to www.smabeirut.com and vote for Homos Libnani for two categories (Best Lifestyle Blog and Best Personal Blog — 4th and 8th categories)

Two people who fulfill the above will have a chance to attend the final ceremony of The Social Media Awards on April 29, 2013 in Phoenicia Hotel and receive the award on my behalf in case Homos Libnani wins.

I will be choosing the winners at random. If the winner does not claim the ticket within three days of the announcement, another winner will be selected.

The first winner will be announced on Thursday April 18, 2013!

Deeper Down

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This is a guest post by Zeus DreamCaster.*

Today, I was reading a self-help book called “Go For It” for the Lebanese psychologist Anita Papas, where I came across the following paragraph:

An old Hindu legend says there was a time when humans were gods. But, they abused their divine powers so much that Brahma, the master of all gods, decided to take their powers away and hide them in a place where they would be impossible to find. All that remained was to find a suitable hiding place.

A number of lesser gods were appointed to a council to deal with the issue. “Why not bury man’s powers in the earth?” they suggested. “No, that will not do because man will dig deep and find them”, replied Brahma.

“In that case, we will send their divinity to the deepest depths of the ocean,” said the gods. “Sooner or later man will explore the depths of the ocean and it is certain he will find it and bring it to the surface,” replied Brahma.

The lesser gods concluded, “Neither land nor sea is a place where man’s divine powers will be safe, so we do not know where to hide it”.

At that moment Brahma exclaimed, “This is what we will do with man’s divinity! We will hide deep within him because that is the only place he will not think to look”.
 
From then on. according to the legend, man searched the world over; he explored, climbed, dove and dug in search of something that was inside himself the whole time.

I am more than sure if this short inspirational story will touch your deepest, as it did to me. But the only difference is how much you allow it to dwell inside your mind and being.

As I expected, the first thing I correlated to this story is my sexual identity, my homosexuality. It intrigues me to discover why I always relate whatsoever happens with me to my identity. Is it just me? Does it happen with every gay outside? I do not know the answer! (I will discuss this issue in another post).

To go back to our main topic, this great Hindu legend shows how much powerful each man is, just when he pays a visit to his inner depth.

In whatsoever job you do, they tell you to think outside the box. Yet, what they miss is that if you go to your inner depths and explore what you are truly passionate about, then your creativity will outburst beyond your imagination.

Personally, I have never succeeded in discovering my true potentials. All the time I was busy in becoming what my parents and the society want me to be; always doing what they told me to do. And if I tried to go out, I feel like I’m kicking holes in a shell that have long been built inside my mind.

With all those broken images of myself in front of me, I managed to work hard and achieve things that I am proud about. But the issue is not here. It is about feeling helpless all the time. What I truly felt is like I have built the Neuschwanstein Castle with icy breezes only walking around its majestic rooms. (For those who do not know the castle, I attached a pic for it. It is noteworthy to mention that Disney used this castle to draw its logo).

Until recently I decided to take a journey into my inner self.

On my way there, and as I expect all of you to pass through, I came across several stages in my life. My childhood, that years that I remember only in my dreams. My teenage years, my family, and my gay life. Oh what a gay life I had!! But that seemed like mere memories, because I was determined to achieve what I came for. And voila! I arrived.

To be honest, I found ugly and nice potentials in me. However, I made it! I reached my inner powers. Now I know how much I am strong and mighty. How things happening in our lives are mere memories and seconds we only remember after time has gone by.

It took me a lot of effort and hard times to discover what I am. The true person inside me. I don’t feel like I should be like someone else, or envy them for what they have. Now I can go to any place without any fear, after I have been shy all my life. I can mingle, talk to new people, and be proactive everyday, without worrying about what other people will say about me. Now I know that I am truly passionate about making people happy, inspiring them, and impacting their lives in a positive way.

These are some of my powers. Those that I was born with. Nature gifted me these powers and it is my choice to use them or not. And it is your choice to discover and enhance them, or just leave them untouched.

As gays, we all have these gifts deep within our selves. So stop giving excuses for what you are. Stop blaming your parents, society, or previous lovers for what you are. Take a decision to be YOURSELF. Yes, yourself! And don’t you ever think that we can change this stupid retarded society if we kept on doing what we are doing now.

Take action. Discover your inner depth. Reflect your powers into your life. Change your life.

I guess it is not not that difficult, ain’t it?

Wake Up To Your True Identity

*If you would like to share your thoughts and experiences about homosexuality in Lebanon and the Middle East, drop me a message on Facebook and I’ll be happy to host you :)

Six LGBT Finalists for Beirut’s First Social Media Awards!

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I’m extremely thrilled to announce that 5 Lebanese gay and LGBT-supporting blogs have made it into the finalists of Beirut’s First Social Media Awards.

These are:

You can check out all the finalists on RAGMAG.

I would really like to that @fidachaaban for submitting a nomination for my blog, without her, this wouldn’t have been possible! Thank you love <3

And I would like to thank the judges for their open-mindedness and for helping the LGBT community in Lebanese reach the finalists for the SMAs.

The Social Media Awards is an initiative by Online Collaborative, an NGO that aspires to promote the proper usage of social media. You can check more about the event on Facebook and Twitter.

And don’t forget to vote for your favorites on April 1, once voting starts on www.smabeirut.com!

UPDATE: I had forgotten to add I LUV U BUT to the list of finalists so I updated the post!

The Diva

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I’m pretty sure you all know him.

He goes out with everyone: the good, the bad and the ugly.

He never settles for anyone, no one is ever good enough for him.

He spends his parents money wandering between restaurants and cafes in Hamra.

He wears short yellow shorts that show off his fat thighs.

He studies an artsy major at a snobby university and doesn’t care if he gets a job.

He wouldn’t consider dating a guy if he doesn’t have a car.

He tells you that the first time you meet is not a date and if he likes you he would ask you out again.

He says he doesn’t have sex with anyone but whores himself out at parties.

He talks about everyone behind their backs including his closest friends.

He calls everyone a mara* when he is more feminine than Haifa Wehbe.

He doesn’t aspire to reach any goals and his life has no meaning.

He thinks that he has style, but, in fact, his taste is horrendous.

I’m pretty sure you all know him and are as sick of him as much as I am.

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*mara = woman, commonly used to refer as a feminine guy

The Significance of “I Love You”

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Imagine the following scenarios:

  • You’ve been talking to a guy on WhatsApp for a couple of days and he tells you “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
  • You are out on a first date with a guy and in your mind you’re thinking “meh” as he looks deeply into your eyes and he tells you “You are perfect, I love you.”
  • You are on what you thought is a one-night stand and in the middle of coitus, he tells you “I love you” while you can’t wait until he finishes and leaves to block him from your life. Ironically, he gets upset because you didn’t say it back.
  • You are on a third date with a guy, watching a movie, and while there’s a romantic scene on the big screen, he leans towards your ear and whispers “I love you.”
  • You have been dating a guy for ten days. You are having lunch at Roadster’s. He looks at you and smiles, then fumbles with his phone and texts you “I love you.”

In all of those situations, I ran away as fast as fuck. Not for my fear of commitment, but on the contrary, because I value relationships.

I might be traditional, but I believe that saying “I love you” to a total stranger is a big no-no in any relationship. The faster the “I love you”s are exchanged, the faster the relationship will end and the more meaningless it is.

I think that gays are too desperate to find a decent person to be with that they throw themselves out there once they find the first guy that fits their low expectations.

For me, it is hard to express my love to you if I know you for a couple of weeks only. I cannot get attached to someone who might disappear from my life the next day.

I cannot say “I love you” if I am not in an exclusive relationship with you. You love me but you want to keep screwing other guys? How does that work?

I cannot say “I love you” if I haven’t known you for at least three months. If you expect me to return your “I love you” on the first date, then you can take yours back and leave.

I believe in building a relationship and having a foundation that allows us to stay together for a longer period. The more time it took me to say “I love you,” the more sure I am that I actually do love you and the more stable our relationship will be.

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I’ve found my soul mate

If you couldn’t sense the sarcasm in the title, then you should know that it’s sarcastic. Especially when this happens:

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No offense to you, but if you don’t speak a language other than Arabic or communicate well in English I cannot even consider being with you.

Am I mean? Am I discriminative? Yes, and I don’t care.

I cannot be with someone as clueless or uneducated. You can be the sweetest most loving person in the world. You can even be my soul mate (not that I believe in that shit). I don’t care.

If you such terms as: how you be, no photo no replay, look meet now in beirut, and or if you don’t know how to properly use there, their and they’re, then you are not for me. There is fucking spell check for a reason. See the red fuzzy line under the words you type? Discover it.

If we want to go see a movie, it will be one in English, and I don’t want you to be focusing 100% on reading the subtitles.

If we want to watch TV, it will be The Comedy Channel or E! or even CNN.

If we are going to discuss a book, it will be in English.

You may be the king of the world, but if you are going to chat with me in Arabic, I am definitely not the one for you.

(I’m not gonna even start to discuss his username)

I hate kissing

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I don’t enjoy kissing. There I said it. Don’t get me wrong, I love short sweet romantic pecks on the lips. But when a guy tries to shove his tongue down my throat, I get instantly disgusted and turned off… and I push away, especially if it’s just a date.

I don’t get the joy of tasting another guy’s mouth, be it whatever he ate last, his toothpaste, his gum flavor or his bad breath. I don’t get the joy of tongue play or saliva exchange. If anything, it disgusts me and the thought of sharing someone else’s mouth germs irritates me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not OCD or a hygiene freak (though cleanliness is a must). I just don’t see how sucking the inside of someone’s throat can be something romantic or count as foreplay.

And it seems that I’m the only person who feels this way. I’ve been on several first date where the guy’s idea of a good night kiss is having his nose almost jammed in my mouth. And when he can’t get deep enough (because I’m trying to keep my lips together) he instructs me to open my mouth wider. At that point I back off and I signal that it’s his time to go.

There’s another thing that I would like guys to know:

Whenever you are kissing someone, either tilt your head or let me tilt mine. I don’t want to squish my nose into yours. One: I have to breathe, and since your tongue is down my throat, the only way to do so is through my nose. And two: I don’t want to get plastic surgery to fix the damage from your romantic face thrusts.

Also, a sweet kiss on the cheek does the trick sometimes ;)

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Take a hint

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I’ve been going on a few first dates lately to meet new people and get out of the house (despite my busy work load). For that reason, I’m going out with people that are usually not my type or do not meet my criteria just to diversify and prove to myself that I don’t judge a book by its cover.

These people usually do not meet my standards of the perfect guy. Mind you, my standards are not that high, all I ask for is decent, clean, presentable and educated people. But anyway, it seems that everyone I meet has manipulated me in some way or another to go out with them.

When you first start chatting with a person, he is the sweetest person alive, and he will say anything to impress you. He will even send you photo-shopped or old photos of him that make him look much nicer than he looks now.

In the last month, I’ve went out with two guys that were at least 30 kilos more than they claimed to be and look pregnant from the amount of belly they have.

In the last month, I met two people who lied about their education. “Oh, I’m a student at AUB” turns out to be “I’m as student at AUC and I barely go to class”. You know, it was a typo. Or “I’m a law student at the Lebanese University” turns out to be a college drop-out working as a concierge at a hotel.

And what’s worse is that they cling so hard and can’t take a hint. I’m never rude on the date and perhaps charming because I don’t think it’s nice to treat someone badly no matter how bad the date is. But after the meeting, I just completely ignore the person if I am not interested or make them feel that I am not interested by making any conversation short.

Some of them take the hint and eventually get bored from trying. But others are so desperate to have decent contact with someone that they cling to me like a starfish to a rock. And there is no way get rid of them. If you ignore them on whatsapp, the miss-call you. If you block them, they call you. If you ignore their calls, they message you on Manjam, Facebook, Twitter until you respond.

It doesn’t end until you explicitly tell them that you are not interested. And even then, they still try to weasel themselves into your life until you are rude to them and tell them that you are not physically attracted to rhinos like them or lazy-ass dropouts with the IQ of a carrot.

People like these make me not want to go out on dates anymore.

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I’m getting married!

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I’ve been meeting new people recently, really cute and hot ones — some, I have to admit, are a little bit out of my league. But with every encounter, there’s one thing that keeps recurring…

“By 35, I’m going to get married.”

“When I get old, I want to marry a girl and make a family.”

“I’m having fun now but soon enough I will get married.”

“When I’m above 30, I’ll go see a therapist and she will fix me and I’ll get married.”

I’ve been watching the I LUV U BUT series lately. A Lebanese Australian series about a gay guy and a lesbian getting married for convenience. I do get that such marriages exist and they would probably work. But these guys take it one more step. They are convinced that what they are doing is wrong, and what society dictates (ie the traditional marriage) is the correct way to go.

They are convinced that they are mentally ill and need a psychologist to fix them in order to like girls.

They think that being gay is fun because guys put out easier, are much easier to handle and be with in comparison to girls. But when they want to settle down, they get married [to a woman].

This worries me for two reasons.

One: are they right about homosexuality being wrong? If so many people are convinced that what they are doing is abnormal, perhaps it is.

Two: how can I find the guy to spend my life with when it seems that most of the guys want to get married to women when they hit 30? The issue of long-term gay relationships is hard enough without this obstacle. And I’m not the kind of person who dates someone who is married to a woman.

What do you guys think?

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