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I made the decision that being, you know, that I would not allow those men to, you know, assault the gay out to me, to scare it out of me. And it also kind of opened my eyes to even more, you know, the reality of what it was like being gay in the Middle East. It sealed the deal for me in terms of, you know, who these people were, that they were definitely a thing of the past. It was devastating that someone I knew, people I knew would set something like this up. While he admitted that it was something he didn’t necessarily feel was good, it just hurt. What I found out from him later that night was that my friends who I thought were comfortable with me being gay, essentially told these goons, these… these people about me and told them where I’d be, and kind of set up this whole situation. And his response was very much, Oh, I was aware. I told him that, you know, about the story of where I almost got assaulted. And he spent the night just kind of as the last hurrah. And my last weekend there, I spent with my oldest friend, my best male friend. I just made an excuse to not be there because I was still trying to process and understand what it was that was going on.Īfter my last weekend in… in Jeddah, we actually moved to Beirut for the month, mostly because the house in the US hadn’t been ready.
Didn’t tell anyone what happened at the time. And at the time, I was just extremely confused. And all I remember seeing was, like, these guys in the background, running after the car yelling, waving their bats. My driver, and I can’t even remember how he got to my side of the car because obviously I was exiting on a different side, he literally opened the car door, threw me in my car and sped off. And there were others and they were starting to essentially circle me. So, you know, I ducked from underneath him and I kept walking until I realized another guy had a bat. I didn’t think anything of it until one of the guys tried to block me from entering Mirage.
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I had a driver who kind of started getting uncomfortable. I had a driver, which in Saudi Arabia is very common to have regardless of your socioeconomic class. It could have been another patron or any of that. As I was arriving, I had texted my friends that I was about to be there, this a black suburban car pulls up behind us. I think it was two days later – we have this tradition of going to this hookah lounge and the name of the place was Mirage. They were at least supportive to my face. And I decided that this was probably the best time for me to probably say for the first time that I was a gay man and to also admit it to my friends.Īfter the party had died down, I was there with probably eight of my closest friends and I just told them, “Hey, before I leave, I really want to tell you guys that I am gay.” Most of my girlfriends knew just because I’m not exactly the least obvious individual, but from what it seemed a lot of my guy friends seemed to take care pretty… pretty well. My last summer before moving to the US – my father had decided he wanted us to move at 16 – my friends and I were partying my last weekend when I was there. So naturally my friends liked to congregate at my house on weekends as teenagers do. When I was 15 years old, still living in Jeddah, I happen to be the one of my friends who had the biggest house.
I’m from the port city of Jeddah in Saudi Arabia.