It's Quiet in Amman

I'm in Amman now, and full of sorrow. I promised myself I would never discuss non-gay politics in detail on this blog, and I broke that promise today. But I fixed it...I decided that this blog is not the place. I'm saving my rants for the Lebanese Bloggers Forum.

Amman is quiet and peaceful, sleepy brown hills which roll up their sidewalks soon after dark. On a normal day I'd be eating at Roadster Diner with friends or goofing around with the ladies at the Taverne Suisse in Hamra. Now I'm just writing in an internet cafe, and reading news.

Je sais pas quoi dire...je me sens perdu. Two songs are in my head:

Je suis malade, complètement malade, comme quand ma mère sortait le soir,
et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir...

بابوري رايح رايح، بابوري جاي، بابوري محمّل سُكّر وشاي