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The Birth of the Iranian Vampire Western

reorient — Fri, 10 Aug 2012 20:21:49 +0000

کلنل

homo sacer — Wed, 01 Aug 2012 02:11:22 +0000

"انقلاب فرزندانم را ربود و من هنوز نمی‌دانم در کدام نقطه هر یک سوخت، و یا هنوز میسوزد. باید گریست به حال آن همسایه، همشهری، یا هموطنی که پسر جوانش نیمسوخته از دامن آتش باز میگردد تا دریابد که حقیقتی که به آن باور داشت چیزی نیست مگر مرامی‌ فریبنده و آرمانی ساختگی."

محمود دولت‌آبادی، "کلنل"

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ایستگاه

homo sacer — Mon, 23 Jul 2012 14:54:03 +0000

از سفری کوتاه به تهران و یزد برای خود چند کتاب آوردم و برای دوستان کمی‌ قطاب. کتاب خواندن وقت می‌گیرد و قطاب ماندنی نیست.

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به یاد فروغ با حمید سمندریان

Mahasti Shahrokhi — Mon, 16 Jul 2012 09:48:17 +0000

نوشتند حمید سمندریان فوت کرده است. نوشتند که بر اثر سرطان مرده است. نوشتند که حسرت به روی صحنه بردن «گالیله» برشت را داشته است. حمید سمندریان با آن همه شور و انرژی و شوخ طبعی و شادابی مگر می توانست بمیرد و یا در دل حسرتی با خود داشته باشد؟

سارکو و اولاند

Mahasti Shahrokhi — Thu, 03 May 2012 11:10:47 +0000

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.

Paradise in Tehran

Shana Yazdi — Mon, 28 Mar 2011 02:02:47 +0000

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.

مرگ قو

Mahasti Shahrokhi — Sat, 08 Jan 2011 10:35:20 +0000

خبر خودکشی علیرضا را که توی سایت های خبری شنیدم گیج شدم. این چندمین خودکشی بود؟ از لیلا خواهر کوچکترش حرف نمی زنم از خودکشی طیف عظیمی از طبقات و عقاید گوناگون در خارج از ایران حرف می زنم. مثل این که بدون مام وطن، برخی بند نافشان می برد و دیگر زیستن نمی توانند.

Don't kill your enemy

Midwesty — Thu, 13 May 2010 07:11:43 +0000

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.

Sinful Urge

Saeed Tavakkol — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 06:18:00 +0000

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.

A trip to Italy

Shana Yazdi — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 09:34:27 +0000

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.

Farsi shekar ast

admin — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 16:42:52 +0000

تلفن زدم

Parinaz Samii — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 19:20:32 +0000

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.

S&M Iranian Style - Finale

Lili — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:28:22 +0000

[Part 1]

Truth

Morvarid — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 18:21:49 +0000

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.

S & M Iranian style

Lili — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 00:27:02 +0000

“Lately, my husband likes to rape me.” Normally I’d be horrified of hearing such words. But Nazy joon’s demeanor was excited and “turned-on.” Which surprised me but then I suppose some are into S&M. Being curious, I asked, “Nazy joon, what do you mean?”

Nazy joon: He likes to attack me from the back while I am sleeping. But I’m really not sleeping. I’m just pretending to be a sleep.

Me: So do you like it?

«همه» و «با هم»

KamranBehnia — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 16:37:09 +0000

« نترسیم نترسیم ما همه با هم هستیم.»

I, The Prostitute

Shana Yazdi — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 11:58:44 +0000

Last week I fucked a complete stranger and I paid for it. No, he was not a gigolo, because he paid for it too. This is a new fuck-service in the Iranian developing sex industry. In a moment I will tell you all about it, but it has left such a sweet taste of novelty in my mouth that I still feel distraught and I don't know how to begin. Novelty because I had never needed to pay for sex.

Homecoming

Flying Solo — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 18:45:20 +0000

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.

معاشرت کردم

Parinaz Samii — Fri, 01 May 2009 18:30:40 +0000

Long night

Shana Yazdi — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 20:37:51 +0000

Early spring time in Tehran is not a festive occasion anymore because everybody is out of town. Streets are clear of any traffic and there is no trace of the usual confusion of people moving around. Given the fact that nobody is available, the old tradition of "Did o Bazdid" has petered out long ago. So if you want to stay in Tehran you have to find a whole lot of DVDs to watch or go shopping or spend the time in the passionate embrace of a man. So I thought maybe now that I have a lot of free time on my hand I had better write a little more of my adventures for you.