more vid logs :)

I went back home to find my identity. I felt so strange and alone most of the time. Now I’m on my way back to the States and I feel so strange and alone. I can’t seem to find the place I belong in. Maybe one day. Right now I’m hungry for some food. I wonder if they have any in this airport. It never made sense to me how Americans buy goods from the Euro duty free market. It just doesn’t make any sense. It’s way more expensive than back in the States so you don’t end up getting a bargain after all and if you do it’s so little and you’re better off helping the economy back where you came from loser. Ha ha! I’ve always been intimidated by Germans. Not sure why. They just seem like they would eat you alive weather they need to or not. Just for simple pleasure. Someone just started at me. I wonder why. Old grumpy man looking for love in the land of the Herzog? Two things come to mind when someone mentions Germany. 1) Really straight forward movies i.e. Wings of Desire. 2) Heidi Klum “auf-ing” someone on Project Runway. I have to admit, immigrant Germans are kinda hot. Actually very hot. A brown man speaking German turns me on. It’s pretty ridiculous how I can’t get an internet signal in this air port. Bah!

The first video was taken my last night an Aden city. Markets are never slow there even when the Mosque is calling out for prayer--they actually do go prey though.

my ass is soar and not from penetration

Taiz, the city I'm currently residing at is full of mountains. It's actually built on mountains so you can imagine how hurtful walking can be. Up and down, up and down. I'm just like this stick figure.








I'm in so much pain. Walking is a lot of fun though. You get to see all sorts of stuff. Today I was asked to be a guest in one of my sister's language lectures. I thought it would be fun and I could actually help those poor little kids. I didn't think it would be the typical "how were you treated after 911". Please, that was seven years ago. You know how many clothes went through my closet in that time? Their professor wasn't any better, her second Q to me was "how are you spreading the word of Allah?" Thanks for ruining a perfectly gay Wednesday afternoon bitch.

No, nothing affected me or my life since 911. I haven't been harassed and people did not treat me differently. I don't spread the word of Allah to anyone. My life consists of spreading joy and love isn't that enough? When I told them that the majority of Americans, ones I know at least, do not agree with what is going on in lil Bush's head they kinda laughed. So I got up and said "all of your English is terrible, including your teacher, why don't you watch some English movies. It's a better run for your money and you might actually learn something". They all stared and asked "what do you mean "better run"?"

I'm ready to come back home now.

Yes I can look at naked men

A friend of mine warned me about this and I actually laughed at her. Apparently you can't watch at porn in Yemen. I know, I was just as shocked as you are now. This is the message I got when I tried to enter the site:

Blocked URL
Your request was denied because of its content categorization: "Sex"
For assistance, contact Yemen Net team.

If you feel this website should be opened,

please send us email to open_site@yemen.net.ye


If you have websites that should be closed,

please send us email to close_site@yemen.net.ye


Alert: Beware of AIDS.For more information call 175


The last part about AIDS was also included in the message. I'm very tempted to call them and see where it goes. I actually just might if I don't fall asleep anytime soon.
Ha, too bad for you, Yemen net. I can still do google image search to my heart's content.
I keep trying to find me a summer fling but my dad is always there. Ugh. Dad, let me be gay please.
I also found out few tricks from my friend A. He said that in order for you to find a prey it is strongly suggested that you get a bluetooth enabled phone and have the feature turned on so others can find you.
You'll get messages from neighboring chairs with videos, pics, sex tips, etc. I can't say anything bad about that. The Yemeni gays prevail! PREVAIL, hehehe.

I didn't leave the house today

I don’t think I have ever in my adult life stayed inside without leaving the house. That makes some sense, when I didn’t have to work back in Chicago I would leave the house to smoke and such. Now I can’t smoke and such. I wonder how long I’ll be able to keep up the no nicotine diet.

We left the capital where I arrived, yesterday. Only my parents came to meet me, we then had to travel to the city where we actually live in. I met my brother. First thing that came out of my mouth was “o my god, he’s so freaking fat”; today I asked him if he can balance a plate on his belly. I think he’d make a great waiter. One plate on each hand and third on his fat-ass belly. I haven’t actually looked at his ass, I’m too scared. He’s a nice guy though, I’m sure he’ll make a great father once his wife is pregnant. Two years now. I asked my mom if she thinks they’re not having sex. She says yes. How she knows, don’t ask me and I’d rather not know. No complaints about my sisters. They’re actually all pretty and super nice. GIRL POWER!

The other day I forgot I was with my dad and, out loud said, “there are so many freaking guys in here”. Good thing he didn’t hear me; or did he? There’s actually a very strong barrier when you try to translate from English to Arabic. Speaking English for so long I finally think in it then translate it to Arabic in my head before saying anything. It used to be the other way around few years ago. The other day I told my aunt that her laugh is so contagious. She didn’t get it. I just got silence. I think silence is a good sign that no one knows what you’re talking about. You become the huge pink elephant in the room.

There’s also a problem the other way around. I was watching TV and they were talking about America’s Independence day and that Declaration of Independence started with “all human beings created…” human being? I don’t think so. Because of this huge gap I learned the magic of pointing. I go to a store and I just point at things I want. Most people will not like that. I have realized how smart kids are. Life is so much easier when you point.

Another thing I forgot to bring with me. My digi camera. I did bring my D-SLR but it’s as big as my dick and you could imagine how hard it is to keep carrying it around everywhere. Was that line as funny as I thought it was? It’s actually very pretty in some parts in Yemen. I’ve included a photo for your pleasures. People here are, however, dirty. Especially kids. I want to take them home with me and scrub them with Clorox and Scott. It’s the only way. So dirty and I have the pictures to prove it.

I’m actually starting to enjoy my trip here, as long as I don’t leave the house.

I forgot my condoms and micro SD card slot. It’s officially hell.

I am being a little over dramatic here but can you imagine that I remembered that I did not bring two BIG sources of entertainment once I got to Yemen?!?!

It started when I got to Frankfurt airport. I had to wait for about 9 hours for my connecting flight, nine hours stuck in Germany with lots of Germans. You know, when I heard them speak I thought they talked about having crazy sex with each other. I’m sure that sometimes it was not the case but I just thought that all they talked about is having sex—and being violent at it. I did meat a Yemeni who told me that I’m too old to be single. I knew right there that Yemen has lots of pleasant surprises for me. I was full of excitement.

Then I get on the air plane. The seats are incredibly small. Made for Yemeni people. I specifically asked for a window seat because I can rest my head on the window after taking double the suggested dose of Vicodin. I just wanted it to be over. I get to my seat and there’s a nice guy sitting there. O hell no, that’s my seat bitch. He tells me that his seat is same is mine. I stare deeply in his little eyes and say “well the computer obviously made a mistake, let’s correct this, let me see your ticket”. I said that as sincerely as I could. My new friend there pulled the “I don’t speak English card” really, you want to play that game Yemeni midget? Ok, that’s fine. I was not going to start talking to him in Arabic so I just took my ticket and shoved it on the flight attendant’s face. As soon as I did that my friend spoke English only to say “well sit here if your ticket says here” I looked at him, shrugged then smiled as the flight attendant told him to kindly move his ass from my window seat. It’s on Yemen!