Polygamous lesbians flee Sharia

I don’t know what to think of this news, it’s really really interesting.

So a woman marries 4 women at the same time, and flees from Sharia. I don’t know which is a greater crime to society lesbianism or polygamy ( I didn’t know if the right term would be polygyny or polyandry but anyway, labels don’t really matter, right?). If you ask a European what’s the most shocking about this s/he would tell you: Well ok she’s a lesbian, but to marry 4 women?! That’s immoral and degrading and a woman should know better. If you ask a Muslim what’s most shocking about this s/he would say: A woman marrying women?! Disgrace! To most Lesbians (and we all know the correlation between lesbianism and feminism, this is most of all disturbing because a lesbian ought to know better, she ought to know how degrading this would be to the women that she has married. Add to all this


But what all parties would agree on is that this sounds awkward and abnormal! I guess the only group that would enjoy this kind of news would be the average guy who gets turned on by lesbian sex… You’ll probably hear him say: Cool Man! Imagine the orgy! Man this woman must be the man she’d be the dominant one... Fucking cool man!

Here’s what I find shocking in the story:

1. Who wed them? Lesbian marriage can’t be celebrated by any cleric


2. Why did she marry 4 all at once? Is there any chance that she would actually love them all, or any of them?


3. What is she trying to do? Many homosexuals would like to have a chance of marriage, not in order to legalize their sexual behavior, but to get social recognition (after all they love each other just as any straight couple does) why should they be denied this fundamental right? In addition to certain legal rights concerning heritage and the legal status of any child the couple had. In this case I find it hard to see any of that. They all had to flee their homeland and to seek refuge elsewhere and they have no children

I have been reading and re-reading this article for days now trying to figure it out. It’s just too plain odd! But then again, and being so obsessed with anything paranormal I am always reaching the same conclusion… These women, until I am presented with any evidence proving me wrong, are one hell of a gang. Not only they chose to defy social standards and live their own sexuality, but they also chose to do so without losing their identity. They preserved their Muslim roots but still chose to live their identity.

But FUCK!!! I’d never marry more than one person haha.

5 things about me

I was trying real hard to figure out what I can say about myself that none of my blog followers know, since I have such a big diversity of people that follow my blog, each group being in contact with a certain aspect of my life. Anyway I’ll try:

5 negative things about me

1. Since the middle of autumn or something like that I have been struggling with an agonizing state of depression, though I do have ups and downs but I can’t look positively to my life anymore, I can’t imagine what might make me happy in the future, as a result my concentration ability is even more reduced and I can’t get myself to do anything. I have been trying to get myself above this and to hold myself together but I feel like I’m sinking and I’m tired of struggling against the current… And though so many people are around me and would help me anyway possible, none of them can do anything for me.
2. I’m scared to lose my dad, not that he has any particular health problem but he’s sort of melting down, or maybe “losing his essence” the thought of my baby brother not growing up and experiencing my dad as an adult is almost intolerable
3. I was born in a poor family, all of my family is poor, from both my mom and my dad’s side. They were all born in poverty and will probably die in poverty too, in spite of all the effort my dad has put to provide a decent life we still live in poverty, and I fear I would be doomed to end up in poverty for all my life too
4. In my dark days I used to mash paper, I don’t know why but it made me calm down. I guess it was the physical effort that distracted me and appeased my agony
5. Over time I have often been called beautiful and smart but also ugly… But never was I called stupid. However I still feel stupid no matter what. My failures affect me far more than my successes, that’s why I am doomed to constant low self-esteem, I can never enjoy a compliment as I perceive it as biased or aiming to make me feel better. But insults, I take them very seriously, I consider them to be very honest and true, even if I know that the one saying them is just trying to hurt me for some reason.

5 neutral things about me

1. As a child I used to suck my lower lip, then they told me to stop, so I did. Instead I started biting my nails and fingers. When my teeth started to hurt I stopped biting my fingers and nails and now I bite my lips. The bad thing about it is that I can’t stand strong flavors, sour is no problem since I already hate it, but eating spicy food is kind of annoying especially that I love it so much. The positive thing about it is that no one tells me to stop since few people notice it and I like the taste of blood in my mouth when I get stressed (since I bite my lips more when I am under stress)
2. I have this obsession with making sense out of senselessness. I have a favorite fork, and a fork for each type of food, one type for mashing bananas and potatoes, another for eating fried potatoes, another for mesmerizing the food that I am ingesting (I like to call the my “favorite” fork ever). I have a favorite mug for milk, another for coffee, another for tea and yet another for eating cheese pita with tea. I have different panties for different clothing… etc etc etc… All this classifying comes from strict standards and I feel weird breaking these rules when I have to. No one really knows about these classifications but I am very fund of them. If I would put all this “matching effort” into choosing the cloth I wear I would have looked very very stylish! But sometimes matching cloth seems stupid while matching other stuff seems crucial
3. The only song that I have considered to be my favorite is: Fear of the Dark – Cradle of Filth.
   I don’t like to tell anyone about my love for this song because I don’t feel anyone would understand it. So far very few people tolerated that music. In fact the only one who liked it was the person who introduced me to it: my brother. Though I don’t listen to it 24/7 I have kept this song in my “favorite songs” since the day I heard it for the first time. If I tell people about it, they think I’m wither trying to sound cool, or that I have a terrible taste in music!
4. I keep around me very weird old stuff, small empty pens, small scraps of paper. I am a collectionist by nature. Useless collections make me feel safe
5. My big toe is TOOOOOO big for the other. As a child my cousin and I used to laugh about it so hard. I miss that cousin, we don’t get to hang out together as much as we used to when we were children.

5 positive things about me

1. I am a devoted friend. In spite of all my insecurity I do know this for a fact. And this is why I refuse to be “socially smart” because then I would stop trusting my friends and to expect them to treat me well before treating them well. While I just give everything to my friends when I like them. And it’s not because of my own effort that I am this devoted, it’s because I was raised with very devoted parents… We never understood how could people be NOT devoted.
2. I am tolerant. Though that doesn’t help me blend into any society, I don’t like classifying people and hating them. That means that I don’t belong anywhere, as each group must be built on the hatred of another group
3. Both my parents had a very difficult past, with life threatening situations. But they survived and I am proud of them for being so perfect in a way. I have my problems with my parents, but for as long as they are ok I don’t think anything in the world can ever break me
4. My philosophy teacher in high school, when she read a literary small article I had written in a newspaper (it was the only time I do so), she told me I have grains of genius… she made my day! No actually she made my year!!!! In college, all the professors that knew me well say that I am a wasted talent, one teacher even said that he has “never encountered a better student” than me in terms of researching and compiling information… The fact that I am a wasted talent is so good to me because I feel like I’m a talent that was lost… at least I am talent!
5. My secret dream is to become a scientific journalist! But shhh… don’t tell anyone!

and since everyone else is tagged (and I am not sure if those who aren't tagged are still following my blog) I tag Jos :D Yalla you have to do this!

Playmate necrophilia

Flickr source

Stratten was laying face down on the end of Snider's waterbed, the side of her face and one of her fingers blown off by a 12 gauge shotgun blast. Nearby was Snider, lying on top of the Mossberg shotgun he had used to kill Stratten before turning it on himself; his face between his eyes was gone and his left eyeball was dangling out of its socket. Both of them were nude and covered in ants; Stratten's body was determined to have been moved post-mortem, and further examination of the body turned up several bloody fingerprints, determined to be Snider's. On her posterior were two perfectly formed bloody handprints, also determined to be Snider's. Next to Stratten's corpse was a home-made sex apparatus that Snider had designed to support a woman in a frog-like position for the purpose of anal sex. Police determined that after Snider killed Stratten, he fastened her corpse to the apparatus with medical tape and sodomized her for the next half-hour before un-strapping her and then killing himself.

Not that I would defend this guy or giving him any excuses, there’s no excuse to return Dorothy to life or change what has been done.

But in the end I have read a lot about the traumatism and the great agony that rape victims suffer from, how they never really heal, how some would start sleeping with their shoes on, in case their rapist come back (in that case they’d be ready to run away), how they sleep with the lights on, how they never trust men ever again…

And how many times have we heard about guys raping women then killing them, imagine the horrible death! Nothing’s more precious to a woman than her intimacy and rape is not the most pleasant memory to leave this world with.

This guy raped her after her death, she felt none of it. She just died and everything ended there, she never knew what happened to her body after it, so maybe death is a bliss after all. And maybe that guy did something right in the end.

And think of what he did to himself, I wonder what he felt. He must’ve felt so terrible didn’t he?

Why can’t anything be perfect?

Joan of Arc Relics Are Actually Egypt Mummy Remains

National Geographic



Wow I’m impressed, this is the first time discovering that a relic is proven even older than expected but is still considered to have lost its value. Apparently some chemist or pharmacist in the middle of the 19th century thought it’d be really cool to burn a little some mummy and pretend its Jeanne d’arc’s remains… I mean imagine their faces when they notice it’s fake! Hahahaha

Well not only no one noticed it’s fake but even the Church itself took believed it and declared it as genuine! My god, this dude must’ve laughed his ass out, not to mention that he made lots of money.

But if this proves anything it proves how valueless the mummies were at that time, in fact there were so many of them and no one knew what to do with them. In fact what mattered to the people was the gold, the yucky mummies were just there to annoy them and scare the ladies. But of course the mystical magic of death soon caught there attention and they started crushing the mummies to make some medicinal cures for incurable illnesses. The bandages were used as fuel for trains (well much more human than using prisoners as fuel right?).

Something that keeps my heart warm sometimes

Mirna is a nice Syriac classmate of mine. Shy but very friendly; she gave me this at the beginning of this year. I wasn’t really close to her before, but then at the start of this year I helped her a lot with some references and stuff for her memoir and apparently that’s something rare so she kind of appreciated it and I like the way she expressed it.

It’s kind of odd how people take affection and human love for granted, isn’t it? Everyone always criticizes me for being too good and that I give a lot to my friends, that I risk too much… But come on people! A million ungrateful acquaintances can’t spoil the joy of one grateful friend.


Am I being too emotional these days?

So here’s another bus story…

On the very first day of my last official semester in college, I was coming back home by bus (duh!). When I got into the bus it was empty, so I expected the dude to wait a while to get some more people on, surprisingly he didn’t. Now in Lebanon this sector is not organized, so there are no rules to who must go and when and there fore the guy can go whenever he wants. Usually they prefer going whenever the bus is 50% full. Now the fact that this guy decided to go with only me in it can mean one out of 3 things:

1. He’s in a hurry


2. He’s so pissed off he just doesn’t care what happens and how much he’s going to make


3. He’s trying to be alone with me

Though I am an extremely gorgeous lady that men stand in line just to see a glance of my hypnotizing skin (notice the sarcasm in my tone), I don’t think this guy wanted to hit on me, because on one hand he didn’t even look at me and on the other hand I was sitting right behind him there fore he couldn’t see or talk to me properly.

Now back to our story… I sat comfortably in my seat, a quick eye contact with the driver and I had decided that he was “ok”, normal, probably not a Homo jerkus. My I-pod’s battery are empty (yes my Christmas gift was an I-pod…. Merci wazwaz). So I just looked out of the window, that’s my only real joy in life anyway. Two other girls got into the bus. They later went down. That’s when we moved to the next step.

-You know… today has been totally useless…

He said out of nowhere, my only answer was a friendly smile, why not? He seems harmless and I have known many harmful guys in my life I now have a nose for these people.

- I have been working like a dog since 7 am with a bleeding heart… The stress is too much…

Again I just smiled.

- At 8 am, I thought I’d just stop this nonsense, go to the countryside and relax, but in the end I decided against it.

- Yalla… It’ll pass. It has to. Somehow it will

He just nodded in approval. Then the conversation went on and on about nothing. Apparently we were both tired and depressed, two lonely people in an empty bus. We complained about the economic situation in Lebanon, we complained about the Lebanese stupidity. As a conclusion he wished me luck in my life

-… To win the lottery maybe

- I don’t even participate in lotteries

- Haha. Well maybe, you’ll pick up a winning card on the floor… Who knows who knows…

We laughed. When I reached my destination, I reached out to my pocket to pay him, of course he tried to refuse but I insisted. And then I went down. He didn’t ask for my phone number, not even for my name… Really NOT a Homo jerkus. I turned back a few steps away to wave my hand with a friendly goodbye he nodded in a friendly way and that was it…

Why can’t people always be friendly and just act normal, is it that hard? Why should people like this guy be an exception?