Why the title?

It’s 1:00 a.m.  I’m feeling lonely.  It’s a thursday night.  I type in “gay dubaI’ in google and browse through all the usual crappy search results you get when you combine the word “gay” and “dubai” in google.  I come across several very encouraging links about hormone injections and deportations and how it’s illegal to have homosexual relationships here.  

And then I come across a blog here in WordPress about a guy.  I hope he doesn’t think I’m ripping off the title (well, it sorta IS so I’m sorry.  Just send me hate mail and I’ll change the title.  Until then…) I read through most of his entries and I just immediately liked the idea of writing in an anonymous blog.  No friends or links.  Just words stripped of me, my face, my pictures, and stripped of color.  About being gay in Dubai.  Very unoriginal of me, I know.  But then, I don’t think anyone, including the owner of that blog, will ever be aware of this.  Maybe accidentally.

I consider myself back in the closet.  Again.  After that ridiculously difficult time I spent coming out of it back home, I moved back into the closet right when I moved here in Dubai.

I guess this naturally came about because of both inspiration from that guy’s blog and his entries and a need to talk about what I’m going through here.

And why do I call this an open closet?  Because I’m gay.  I like being gay.  I’ve done very “gay” things.  But it’s illegal to go completely out of the closet here.

I figure the next best thing is to go back in the closet but leave the door open.  I compromised.

This blog won’t have pictures of me.  Or of men.  It will only contain words and words alone.  That’s how I intend it to be.


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