FRANCE
طبق آمار رسمی، دیشب بیش از هفده میلیون نفر در فرانسه به دوئل نشسته سارکو-اولاند گوش داده اند. حتماً آمار واقعی بیش از این است چون خیلی ها برای نپرداختن مالیات تلویزیون، به دولت رسماً اعلام نمی کنند که در خانه تلویزیون دارند و تلویزیون تماشا می کنند. مجری ها خونسرد و مسلط و هشیار بودند و گاهی با یک کلمه جلسه را روی ریل مسیر تعیین شده می انداختند.
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THREESOME
The murmur in my ear brought me back to the real world. I could feel the fingertips of another human being moving up and down my thighs and getting all over my flesh. I was not dead and certainly have not gone to heaven but I have felt paradise for hours the previous night. I knew I was not alone in bed but had no inkling of time and place at the time. Then I could feel another warm breath on my nose and upper lips. And another set of fingers on my arms and shoulders and breasts. I woke up to find myself in bed with two men
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TRAGEDY
در مرگ علیرضا افسردگی و نومیدی عظیمی نسبت به عدم تغییر در شرایط سیاسی است
آنچه مرگ علیرضا را هولناک و غم انگیز می کند وضعیت ایرانیان در شرایط فعلی است. نومیدی و خراب شدن همه پل ها در پشت سر و از سوی دیگر عشق بیکران به ایران. سالهایی که ایرانشناسی می خواندم را به یاد آوردم، کمبود وطن را می خواستم با پژوهش و بیشتر دانستن در مورد تاریخ و فرهنگ ایران پر کنم آن استاد ابله که نمی فهمید و با من سر و کله می زد که جای تو اینجا نیست و مگر نمی دانست در دو دانشکده هم زمان ثبت نام کرده ام و ایران شناسی را برای روح سرگردانم می خوانم و ادبیات را برای بیان دل شوریده ام؟ مگر نمی دانست و مگر دانست؟ و مگر فهمید؟
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PERSUASION
Persuade him to kill himself!
Have you entangled in an awkward moment when someone asks you a simple question that requires you to give an answer that can fill up a nine-volume book? It happened to me years ago. It happened when I was a ripe tomato out of college and got hired in a reputable American company. My colleagues as a gesture of professionalism towards new hires stopped by my cubical and introduced themselves. A foreign colleague, perhaps out of curiosity, came to my cube and said, “hi”. After a short introduction he asked me where I was from
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STORY
I fearlessly ripped the veil of shame
Neither the soothing sound of a breeze, nor the tweeting birds or the melody of rain played on the stereo system in my bedroom gave me the comfort I deserved. My mind was inescapably trapped by a grueling urge throwing my entire body into painful disarray. Once again I was captivated by an insatiable craving in the middle of the night. By hardly lifting my eyelids, I was persuaded by the heavy burden of their weight it was too early to be tomorrow; the torment was bound to linger on
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DESIRE
I knew I was going to miss him but I didn’t want to grieve when he was still in my arms
I woke up in the middle of the night by the slow sound of his purring. He was in my bed and I hardly knew him. Only for a few days. His chestnut hair and blonde beard were highlighted in the semi-dark room and the light hair on his massive chest was a little shiny, reflecting the light coming from the lampposts in the street. We were in a hotel in Venice and he was actually a total stranger. He introduced himself as Steve and he was American. That was all I knew about him
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MEDIA
Photo essay: Iranian sex ads on satellite TV
by Hoooman
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DESIRE
شکل ظاهریش مثل همجنس گراهای زن دیگری که می شناختم نبود
برای یک دورهء آموزشی یک ماه در شهر دیگری سکونت داشتم. یکی از همکلاسی هام یک زن لاغر و قد بلند و زیبا بود. اسمش زو بود. از روز اولی که دورهء ما شروع شد باهم دوست شدیم. خیلی شوخ طبع و با مزه بود و خیلی با هم می خندیدیم. صبح ها از هتل محل اقامتمان تا ساختمان شرکتی که کلاسها در آن تشکیل می شد پیاده میرفتیم و غروب ها با سایر هم کلاسی ها به شام می رفتیم. وقتی هفتهء سوم دورهء ما آغاز شد، اتفاق عجیبی افتاد
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STORY
I know enough to say competing with Internet pussy is tough
As we followed Manijeh joon up the stairs, I could see she was not wearing underwear and if she was it must have been the transparent kind: a newly arrived model from Victoria’s Secret, her favorite place. Just the thought of her kos-excited outfit (or lack of it) scares me. I just find the whole thing frightening in a weird way. It’s like being in a war zone. At any moment something is going to go wrong. It made me feel edgy and tense and defensive
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IDEAS
No matter where I went, no matter who I saw, I found no glimpse of Truth
I am sitting in a high school class. It’s the end of grade eleven and I can barely take it anymore. I feel I am suffocating. I want my freedom. Outside the walls of this school is where I thought my freedom would be. On this particular day, in a stuffy, windowless classroom, our religion teacher is discussing about Truth. The students around me seem to be listening partially, as if waiting for it all to come to an end. I am tired too, but something in the teacher’s sentences catches my attention, the word “Truth”
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STORY
If I had not come to the US at a young age I would not have had distorted ideas about sex
Nazy joon is 40-years old going on 13 and often says she’s in her early 30s. She considers herself a virgin [I mean virgin-like] after 5 years of marriage to a man in his early 60s who brought her to LA from Iran. After arriving in LA, she told her newly wed husband that she's a virgin and so afraid of having sex that he has to wait til she’s comfortable. So he said fine and he waited and waited till she disappointedly gave up (after 2 weeks) her virginity that had won a bid of 1349-gold-coins worth
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TOGETHER
بپاخیزی مردم در ایران در چند واژه
غیبت رهبری چیزی جز از نقطه ضعف استراتژیک این جنبش است. ناتوانی موسوی و دیگر سران اپوزیسیون رسمی در ارائه رهنمود به جنبش، به جای آنکه آن را بخشکاند، به تبیین هویت استثنایی آن کمک کرده است. تصمیمات این جنبش نه در مغز یک فرد که در باغ بارور خرد جمعی شکوفا می شود. این خیالپردازی کهنه آنارشیستهای پیشا مارکسیست این روزها در تهران زندگی می کند. این جنبش همگانی آن قدر به خود اعتماد دارد که حتی از ورود رفسنجانی به درون خودش هراسی ندارد. چه بهتر که خطی که دوستان و دشمنان جنبش را از هم سوا می کند تا عمق نظام نفوذ کند. « همه باهم» شعار نبوغ آمیز خمینی در سال 57 امروز دوباره زنده شده است . تفاوت تعیین کننده با آن زمان در چند و چون تعبیر واژه های بظاهر بیگناهی چون «همه» و «با هم» خواهد بود .
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SEX
At that moment it reminded me of the phrase Velvet Revoultion and I started to laugh
My friend in the gym told me about a fucking system in Tehran. She told me about a woman, whom I would like to call Z, in the center of this business. Nobody knows Z's real name but she frequents places like boutiques, galleries and movie houses to have contact with her customers, both male and female. Her customers are well-to-do men and women, mostly married, who want to have discreet sex and would pay good money for it. Then she would find men for women or vice-versa and after taking hefty amount of money, will take them to some apartments in different parts of the city for a few hours of passionate sex. No identity asked from any sides of the deal
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DELICIOUS
Wandering through the corridors of desire
The first explosion takes me by surprise for its hasty arrival. He has lit a match under me, so it seems. A flash flame sweeps across my body, presently starting a fire. He’s taken me to the first vista on this delicious hike. I sense the ripples across my skin as my mind bobs along the calm waters of post-orgasm bliss. His hand continues to explore in between my legs, kissing every inch with the fingertips. I moan - a moan of gratitude, delight and wonderment, wrapped into one. I turn to him now, touching his face, running my fingers over his eyelids, along the bridge of his nose, caressing his right cheek ever so lightly before my hand traces his lips where a gentle and quiet smile is lingering
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PARINAZ
شیطون رفته بود زیر جلدم و حوصله ام از ادبیات معاشرت سر رفته بود
خواهرم می گفت: "پریناز، دلت نمیخواد سرو سامون بگیری؟ با یکی باشی که دوستت داشته باشه و دوستش داشته باشی؟ شاید هم باهاش ازدواج کردی و تشکیل خانواده دادی!" همیشه می خندیدم و میگفتم: "میخوام چکار؟ هرچی میخوام دارم بعلاوهء آزادی. حوصله داری؟ یکی رو بیارم تو زندگیم بهم بگه بکن، نکن!" دوستم گلاره می گفت: "آدم باید تا هنوز جوونه بگرده و جفتشو پیدا کنه. در میانسالی و پیری خیلی مشکل میشه." یک چیز مبهمی توی قلبم می سوخت وقتی می گفتم: "وقتی پیداش کردی مثلن چی میشه؟ چه تضمینی وجود داره که حتما عشق یا ارتباط مهمی بر قرار بشه؟ اگه پیداش کردی و عاشقش شدی و گذاشت رفت میخوای چیکار کنی؟ من حوصلهء پیچیدگی های عاشق شدن را ندارم." وقتی از طریق دوستهام با بابک آشنا شدم با خودم فکر کردم این بار دیگه واقعا وقت میذارم و میشناسمش و دنبال ساختن یک رابطهء واقعی میرم. پیش خودم میگفتم این بار با این یکی به آسونی نمیخوابم
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