Twisted Sunshine
Thursday, 31 July 2025
Ode to my Father
Sunday, 13 July 2025
We’re Watching a Genocide in 4K — And Too Many Are Still Silent
There’s a war going on. Not just with bombs and tanks — but a war of narratives, of silence, of carefully curated complicity. And most of us are watching it unfold in high definition, in real time. We scroll past the images of starving children, bombed-out hospitals, lifeless bodies in the rubble — and somehow, we just… keep scrolling.
What’s happening in Gaza and the West Bank is not just “a conflict.” It’s not “complicated.” It is the systematic, brutal, and deliberate destruction of a people. A genocide. And the world is letting it happen.
“It all started on October 7th” — Did it, really?
To those who only began paying attention on October 7th, 2023, I urge you to open a history book. The violence didn’t start there. This story is not a headline — it’s a legacy. It stretches back to 1948, when the state of Israel was founded on Palestinian land, displacing over 700,000 people in what Palestinians call al-Nakba, “the catastrophe.”
Since then, we’ve witnessed decades of occupation, apartheid, unlawful settlements, assassinations, mass imprisonment without trial, and the daily dehumanization of an entire population. Gaza has been turned into an open-air prison — and now into a mass grave.
Being against Israel ≠ Being against Jews
Let me make one thing absolutely clear: Criticizing Israel’s actions does not make you antisemitic.
This tired accusation is weaponized to silence dissent — but I reject that false equivalence. There are countless Jewish people worldwide who are appalled at what Israel is doing. They march in protests. They speak out. Because being Jewish is not synonymous with supporting Zionist aggression.
Condemning the starvation of children, the bombing of civilians, and the displacement of families is not an attack on a religion — it’s a defense of human rights. Period.
“But you’d be killed in Palestine for being gay…”
Yes, I’ve heard that too. And while it may be true that LGBTQ+ rights are severely lacking under some governments in the Middle East, that’s not the point. I don’t base my humanity on whether someone agrees with my identity.
I’m not pro every ideology. I’m pro humanity.
You can acknowledge that LGBTQ+ people are at risk in certain cultures without advocating for those people’s entire cities to be flattened by bombs. You can oppose repression without endorsing annihilation.
To put it bluntly: Just because a country’s laws wouldn’t protect me doesn’t mean its people deserve to be wiped off the map.
Who will speak when everyone’s bought?
Let’s be honest. One of the reasons the world stays silent while Gaza burns is because Israel has influence woven deep into the political systems of so many countries. Whether through bribery, lobbying, intimidation, or information control, retaliation against the state of Israel has become unthinkable for most world leaders — even in the face of clear, repeated violations of international law.
And the result? Deafening silence.
Thousands dead. Millions displaced. And barely a word from the institutions that claim to stand for human rights.
If you’ve ever wondered what you would’ve done during the Holocaust — the answer is simple: You’re doing it now.
Are you speaking up? Are you challenging injustice? Are you doing anything at all?
Or are you scrolling past, again?
Choose humanity
I don’t care about what flag you wave, what god you pray to, or who your ancestors were. What I care about is whether you believe in the dignity of human life. Whether you can look at what’s happening — in Gaza, the West Bank, Lebanon, Iran — and say: “This is wrong. This must stop.”
Because neutrality is no longer an option. Silence is no longer harmless.
I stand with justice. I stand with truth.
And above all — I stand with Palestine.
Saturday, 5 April 2025
The Stone Book
They say that long before ink was invented, before men carved their stories into cave walls or pressed reed to papyrus, the Earth herself wrote a book.
Not with words, but with time.
She bound it not in leather, but in pressure and silence. Layer upon layer, century after century, pressed together by tides older than memory. It was not written in a language the tongue could speak, but one the soul might remember—if it listened hard enough.
The elders of the coast call it The Stone Book. Hidden between the jaws of ancient cliffs, revealed only when the tide draws back as if turning a page. It looks like a tome forgotten by gods, left behind in a moment of absentminded divinity.
They say the one who reads the Stone Book—truly reads it—can hear the voices of extinct forests, can smell the breath of volcanoes long cooled, can feel the heartbeat of the Earth before it ever knew our name. But it does not give up its story easily. It waits. Patient as time. Silent as the grave.
And once in a great while, a wanderer finds it. Not by map or compass, but by ache—some gnawing need to go where reason says there’s nothing. These are the chosen ones, the accidental prophets.
They find The Stone Book in a cleft of rock, where sea meets sand, sun meets shadow. And when they reach out to touch it, they feel warmth—an impossible, ancient warmth—like the last breath of something holy.
But the book cannot be taken. It does not belong on a shelf. Its story must remain unread, remembered not in pages, but in awe. A relic of a time when the Earth still believed in magic, and was kind enough to leave behind proof.
Sunday, 8 December 2024
Hag Fag 2: How to Be a Proper Fag to a Hag: A 10-Step Guide
They say behind every great hag is an even greater fag—and darling, you can be that fabulous bestie. But don’t think it’s all about compliments and cocktails. Oh no, it’s a full-time job. From Mon’s chaotic brilliance to Nina’s protective shield, my hags have taught me that this sacred role requires dedication, sass, and a flair for the dramatic.
Here are ten essential steps to becoming the perfect fag to your hag:
Step 1: Scout for Potential Hags
A great hag is usually spotted in the wild—possibly wielding a Golden Gate Bridge snow globe, laughing too loudly at her own jokes, or confidently rocking a bold red lip in a room full of beige. Think Mon sending glitter bombs or Cat channeling Uma Thurman realness. If she’s unafraid to be seen or heard, she’s a potential candidate.
Step 2: Learn the Art of the Compliment
Every hag needs a fag who can deliver a compliment like it’s the final rose ceremony of The Bachelor.Whether it’s about her shoes, her hair, or the time she casually dismantled her ex’s ego at a dinner party, let her know she’s radiant. Bonus points for using words like “divine,” “iconic,” or “majestic.”
Step 3: Develop a Telepathic Drinking Language
One look across a crowded bar should be all it takes. She nods; you know it’s vodka. You raise an eyebrow; she orders another round. There’s no room for ambiguity here—your telepathy must be sharper than Cat’s eyeliner on a Monday morning.
Step 4: Perfect the Role of the Bodyguard
Every hag will, at some point, attract an unwanted admirer. When Nina shielded me from the jocks in school, she showed me the kind of loyalty I had to pay forward. Whether it’s a drunken creep at a club or her ex at the supermarket, step in, look intimidating (or just raise your green eyebrows, as I once did), and diffuse the situation with charm or sarcasm.
Step 5: Know Your Shared Anthems
You’re not a true fag to your hag until you’ve belted Vogue together at karaoke, preferably while wearing something ridiculous. Know your playlist of empowerment bangers—Madonna, ABBA, BeyoncΓ©, and maybe a sprinkling of Britney. If a dance floor opens up, you lead the way.
Step 6: Be Ready for Midnight Pep Talks
At 3 AM, when she’s sobbing over someone named Tom (or was it Tim?), your phone better be on loud. Whether it’s providing sage advice, googling motivational quotes, or reminding her that she’s too fabulous for mediocre men, you’re on call. Always.
Step 7: Master the Art of Drama
Drama school wasn’t just for the spotlight—it was training for the ultimate fag-hag dynamic. Together, you’ll reenact movie scenes, pretend to faint for effect, or stage elaborate public spectacles to embarrass nosy Karens. Channel your inner Diane and give birth to a football in the middle of the metaphorical classroom.
Step 8: Become the Fashion Consultant
Chanelle and her sisters taught me everything I needed to know about nails, extensions, and wigs. Now, it’s your turn to pass the knowledge along. You don’t have to be Anna Wintour, but you do need to say things like, “Honey, no one’s pulling off chartreuse, not even Rihanna,” with absolute conviction.
Step 9: Share the Spotlight
Yes, you’re fabulous, but remember—it’s a partnership. This is not your one-man show. If she’s feeling down, hand her the figurative microphone and hype her up until she’s the BeyoncΓ© to your Kelly. Friendship is about balance (and the occasional ego boost).
Step 10: Leave a Legacy
Every great fag leaves their mark on their hag’s life—whether it’s a broken snow globe, a singed wig from a failed drag experiment, or just an inside joke that can make her laugh for decades. Create memories that’ll make her say, “You were my best bad decision.”
Final Thought:
Being a fag to a hag isn’t just a role—it’s a lifestyle, an art, a sacred bond that transcends glitter, drama, and late-night kebabs. Mon, Nina, Diane, and all the fabulous hags in my life have shaped me, just as I hope I’ve shaped them. So grab your metaphorical snow globe and go brighten someone’s day. Because in the end, isn’t that what we’re here for?
Saturday, 28 September 2024
Help Us Find Missing Loved Ones in Lebanon: A Personal Plea
Sunday, 16 June 2024
The Importance of Pride
Friday, 24 May 2024
The Good Ol’ Days
Life, my dears, is an endless parade of the mundane, the trivial, the downright banal. We’re all just clinging to our iPhones, scrolling through endless feeds of utter drivel, hoping for that one moment of excitement, a glimmer of interest, a flicker of fame. The very essence of our daily existence has become a tedious routine, punctuated by the occasional meme or viral video that temporarily lifts us from our ennui.
Thursday, 15 October 2020
TWO MONTHS AGO I ALMOST ENDED MY LIFE...
TWO MONTHS AGO I ALMOST ENDED MY LIFE...