Experimento

Walk out of the box

2006-11-12T04:55:00.000-08:00

Hello hayhatta, welcome here, i will give you a lil publicity in the hope that you walk out of your box and learn a bit from others.

These girls you call dumb have enough with the stupid rules of this town, you could do better than intruding in their place with nothing to offer other than taboos. You need taboos because u r weak.

I live in a matchbox cause it makes me sick to see human beings, same like you and me, covered in black except for their eyes and depending on their male relatives and drivers just to go out see the sun. In the matchbox where I live, girls drive, smoke, wear bikinis and they dont need you or me "protecting" them.

you say it's "our culture and values". you say islam and the west. Anybody home? YOUR mind is inside a matchbox. there is no islam vs west. We are all ppl and there are thousands of cultures and thousands of languages and thousands of traditions in this world. And culture and language are alive, they mix and they change. Human being is restless. Human moves, explores, that's how our whole planet got populated, even small islands in the middle of the ocean. So fuck your west vs islam scenario. i'm not even from the "west". I come from Latin America, a land where european ideals of human rights and democracy mixed with native traditions like dance and music and comunity. Our ppl was so happy just being alive that they didn't even do war to the european invaders.

We are not afraid of our bodies, we like being naked, feeling the sun in our skin. We like to enjoy our bodies, in dance, in games like futbol, and we love sex, it makes us happy, and we don't mind if our partner had sex before, actually that's nonsense: everyone had sex before. Unfortunately, the europeans brought to America their repressive Christian religion, with its guilt and standards. What arab women do with their asses is the same catholic women do with theirs back home, but what do you know about the world?

Fortunately, everywhere, ppl stopped being slaves to whichever book, and learnt to enjoy themselves without guilt and without punishment. Anal sex might be forbiden for muslims and christians, but is not forbiden to free humans, we don't need assjobs and we don't need to get married, to decent blokes or anybody. We just need love and care, no matter if we are single or divorced, if we have children or families, this life is a dream and we learn as we go. I know i make mistakes, but i deal with my own stuff. I've met my maker and we got along just fine, no hard feelings. I love a girl for what she is, not for the width of her asshole or how many cars have parked at her door. The more the better if it shows in her ways.

And as to me visiting ur country, thanx for ur advice, i'm doing fine without it. i'm here cause i want to experience everything in the flesh, not read it in a book. i dont read da fucken paper tellin me arabs are evil terrorists or barbarians who have 4 wives and cover them head to toes. I have this place to talk to u guys. give n take. I appreciate that u seek a better future for ur country. My country has its problems: ppl learnt to compare to their neighbors and feel greedy. Many have lil money and feel they have no prospects of a better future. But at the end of the day they play and dance and hold no sexual frustrations.

human moves, cultures mix and change happens. It's a pitty some still feel guilt to enjoy themselves, and it's a crime that you try make them feel worst. if you are weak and dont feel safe outside ur matchbox, you can do as you please, but dont expect others to follow, and don't expect me to waste time with ppl who can't free their minds.

New World

2006-11-11T11:26:00.000-08:00

Imagine the "Eden", called Borikén. It was ruled by nature. A place that was almost completely a rain forest from shore to shore. A place filled with alelís, ceibas, orchids, wild mushrooms - some over 6 feet wide, over 100 species of palm trees, bamboo, giant guava trees. A place where wildlife such as cangrejos, manatees, giant sea turtles, iguanas, cotorras, and carpinteros lived undisturbed by man. Giant fish jumped out of rivers and oceans. Each evening Borikén was cooled by the breezes of the Mar Caribe and serenaded by trillions of coquíes.

This was our Isla del Encanto during the reign of the brave Taíno people. They spoke Arawakan. Their society was communal and polygamy was common. The Taínos were farmers and fishermen.

Columbus wrote in his journal that Taínos had beautiful, tall, slender bodies. Their color was dark or olive, and they wore short haircuts with a long hank at the back of the head. They were clean-shaven and hairless. The islands were densely populated. According to Columbus, the Taíno tongue was "gentle, the sweetest in the world, always with a laugh."

Bartoleme de Las Casas arrived in the Caribe with Columbus, and describes the natives in his Account of the Devastation of the Indies:

"And all the land so far discovered is a beehive of people; it is as though God had crowded into these lands the great majority of mankind.

And of all the infinite universe of humanity, these people are the most guileless, the most devoid of wickedness and duplicity, the most obedient and faithful to their native masters (...) They are by nature the most humble, patient, and peaceable, holding no grudges, free from embroilments, neither excitable nor quarrelsome. These people are the most devoid of rancors, hatreds, or desire for vengeance of any people in the world (...) The sons of nobles among us, brought up in the enjoyments of life's refinements, are no more delicate than are these Indians, even those among them who are of the lowest rank of laborers. They are also poor people, for they not only possess little but have no desire to possess worldly goods. For this reason they are not arrogant, embittered, or greedy (...) As to their dress, they are generally naked, with only their pudenda covered somewhat (...) They are very clean in their persons, with alert, intelligent minds."

Fight like a girl

2006-10-27T04:04:00.000-07:00

I fight like a girl who refuses to be a victim.

I fight like a girl who is tired of being IGNORED and HUMORED and BEATEN and RAPED.

I fight like a girl who is sick of not being taken seriously.

I fight like a girl who has been pushed too far.

I fight like a girl who offers and demands respect.

I fight like a girl who has a lifetime of ANGER and STRENGTH and PRIDE pent up in my girly body.

I fight like a girl who does not believe in FEAR and SUBMISSION.

I fight like a girl who knows that THIS BODY and THIS MIND are mine.

I fight like a girl who knows that YOU only have as much power as I grant you.

I fight like a girl who will never allow you to take more than i offer.

I fight like a girl who fights back.

So the next time you think you can distract yourself from your own insecurities by victimizing a girl, THINK AGAIN. SHE MAY BE ME.

AND I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL.

The Shower

2006-10-20T12:12:00.000-07:00

we like to shower afterwards
(I like the water hotter than she)
and her face is always soft and peaceful
and she'll watch me first
spread the soap over my balls
lift the balls
squeeze them,
then wash the cock:
"hey, this thing is still hard!"
then get all the hair down there,-
the belly, the back, the neck, the legs,
I grin grin grin,
and then I wash her. . .
first the cunt, I
stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her ass
I gently soap up the cunt hairs,
wash there with a soothing motion,
I linger perhaps longer than necessary,
then I get the backs of the legs, the ass,
the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her,
soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck,
the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet,
and then the cunt, once more, for luck. . .
another kiss, and she gets out first,
toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in
turn the water on hotter
feeling the good times of love's miracle
I then get out. . .
it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of women and
man, it's different for each-
for me, it's splendid enough to remember
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.

this are my plans tell me yours

2006-10-18T06:33:00.000-07:00

got a fast car and the mambo mood

kind of bonnie and clyde meets fear & loathing in vegas
(plus hotter sex minus some of the drugs)

fancy road trippin?

Message from the Alien

2006-10-17T08:18:00.000-07:00

Now I've been kinda seven weeks here and I put together a few things, but there are still this answers that i keep on gettin from saudi girls i've met at parties or chat or friend of a friend, and i know this last week i've been kinda worn out coz i had to finish articles, get imput from many saudis before the holydays, so i forgot the question now, but her answers alwayz goes something like "i'd love to but...

wait til after ramadam
you don't know my dad, he's so strict
my brother is visiting from the states, wanna spend some time with him
i have this family gathering today
i made plans to meet da gurls, i never see them! (?)
i can't miss another class (?)
this week i'm so busy with school (??)
i have to teach science to my lil brother (??)
I gave the driver the day off (???)
if we liked eachother we couldn't marry so...(??????)

Ok, some might be rather honest. Others sounded straight from outer space. There's always this extremely friendly feeling around, like it's just today that is not the right day but try again tomorrow, maybe, inshallah...

Dunno. You might enjoy gettin this phone calls, or texting me after a while see if i'm still there, IM me every day to catch up, this is all cool, love that. I know you might be allright with someone else but still give ur self-esteem a boost playing this way. Rather childish, if you ask, but fun.

Maybe you really can't break away from home and telling you this only makes it worst.

But you know what?

I called you coz i thoght it could be sweet if you come over for a movie or sth. Play some amazing recordz. Get high. I called you coz i wanted to start something not just talk about starting sth. Let's someday soon have a past together and maybe even a present.

There's a few thing i wanna do. Real things, nothing like games. I wanna stay home late, watching movies, kissing, dancing, cooking, drinking, making love, talking, touching, falling asleep, dreaming, showering; drive around, remain silent for hours, park anywhere...with you.

Or whatever you want.

And concerts! I want to go to concerts. And parks.

And I just wanted you to tell me "call me when you want". I just wanted you to call me when you wanted.

The real thing.

I just thought i'd let you know.

LOG

2006-10-13T15:56:00.000-07:00

Life's such a rollercoaster. It's been a LOT of fun. But for some reason i started to think about leaving the bigtown for a while. When my agent came with a proposal from Riyadh, it sounded just as far away as i wanted.

If i was going to spend some time over here, i'd rather check what ppl here had to say. So I typed saud1 in technorati, skipped a few results, and came accross this article, where i discovered i knew absolutly nothing about this country. Before even starting to shape my own ideas, i would have to check a few other bloggers, so i followed the links and landed in saudijeans. The more i read the more i wanted to know: scholarships abroad and a saud1 woman filmaker, the summary of the novel "Girls of Riyadh", the dotcoms emerging in the gulf. Eventually i took from there to saudiblogs and
checked a few links. I became instantly engaged.

I've been around for a while now, living here and there. But nowhere near the midle east. So when i got here everything was sooo new to me. And it's not like i could meet you guys any day in the pub after work, you know, and talk about life. I dont mean to sound rude, but i wanted to hear some from this ppl in thobs and abayas, this people who are my neighbors but i can't meet. So I added some feeds to my reader, became a regular of some of your blogs.

In this weeks I've read many lucid thoghts, like ubergirl on saudi men stalk1ng, or dotsson on airheads on vacation. I heard pink_ballerina confessing and bissa dreaming. I read HRH tell us of gorgeous saudi girls in Lebannon. And i found a place where I feel less like the alien.

So I dunno you guys, but i see ALOT going on out there. A lot of new ways to do things on the web. And i feel like saying mine too. So i started this place, where nothing is forbidden.

Feel at home.

Carnaval toda la vida

2006-10-08T07:44:00.000-07:00

This post is for InevitablyDooMeD, whoever you are, I just want to share with u my point of view, it might help to have someone else's opinion, plz dont take it badly, if it doesn't help you it might help someone else. There's plenty of ppl out there.

I read you're ambitious, motivated, US educated, going up the corporate ladder. It all translates to me as you coming from a burgeous family and having a job that u find interesting and pays well. Does it mean you are succesfull? I think here you are meassuring succes by community standards, same community standards that bring you frustrations, anger and sorrow. It doesn't sound like all your professional success is paying well emotionally, and by this I don't at all mean that u'd better quit your corporate job and stay at home like women should, plz dont. Bear with me.

Your anxiety comes from not embrasing ur present and wishing for some better future when u'll be loved and men don't lie and women are respected, but since all u describe as being the cause of ur problems is out of ur reach, you dont feel able to find the key to make it happen. Of course no one can give u the key, but let me try share with u how I make change happen.

Everything's about the point of view. It's like a composer deciding this piece is in key of E and this one other in key of F. A painter choosing the colors. A writer can tell the story from the pov of someone who's depressed or excited or doomed. To the same discotheque different people wear black and overcoats or pink cowboy boots and silver hair or plain naked with a g-string. Some dance, some stay at the bar and some others stay home watching movie stars in trendy outfits flashing smiles just becoz it's in the script.

Well there's no script for life. Life is a dream you dream every second, life is your work of art and you are the star. You are free to choose the colours, to set the mood, to play with the characters. So try rearranging a few colours and check again your hand you might find a key to all things that bother you, a pretty real key, as real as anything can be. Why becoming aggressive when you can do your best at using that key to open the doors? Why flashing a smile to conform when u can let the smile open its way from the inner you? Why even considering not smiling when u can fully take hold of the present?

Life is now and you don't need a ticket to ride it! Gandhi once said "be the change you want to see in the world". Fight to build the future you want, but start by changing your reality, it's cliché but you can make a world of difference. We have to take full responsability of what we want and do sth about it. Something small. If it's good it'll spread like a virus. Out there there's plenty of ppl just like us.

What we can't say

2006-10-02T11:36:00.000-07:00

From Paul Graham’s essential essay:

"Imagine a kind of latter-day Conrad character who has worked for a time as a mercenary in Africa, for a time as a doctor in Nepal, for a time as the manager of a nightclub in Miami. The specifics don't matter-- just someone who has seen a lot. Now imagine comparing what's inside this guy's head with what's inside the head of a well-behaved sixteen year old girl from the suburbs. What does he think that would shock her? He knows the world; she knows, or at least embodies, present taboos. Subtract one from the other, and the result is what we can't say."