Being Gay and Muslim

Someone very close to my heart has broken the rules in a way that's less acceptable than the ways I have: he's gay. He's Muslim, Arab, Libyan, masculine... and gay.

What breaks my heart isn't that he's broken the rules--I've broken a number on my own and so has everyone I know--but that this is a deal breaker. You can screw up in a multitude of ways...and no matter what beauty and magic you've given to the world, you can't be Arabic, Muslim, and gay. Or so they tell you.

Remembering myself....

I'm sitting in my apartment in the sky in Abu Dhabi pondering what progress I've really made in my life and in myself after all these years, countries, experiences, highs and lows, loves and frustrations, successes and failures. A lot of the pretensions

scratch that....

Third Space is back...

I know it's been years. I know that I've lost pretty much lost everyone that used to read my blog, and there are many reasons for the years of silence which I hope to go into in future posts. I've missed blogging and I've missed the people I've met through blogging and I'm happy to be back. 

I will be going through a sort of re-branding simply because I'm not the person I was when I began this blog. So many things have happened, some of which I'll share but some which I can't. I still prefer this over FB for really sharing my thoughts and having discussions. 

For those following me from before, I now live in the United Arab Emirates, and have been here for six years now. While it's still has the multiculturalism that San Francisco had, the rules here are quite different. It's an amazing nation with the kind of commitment to its citizens that I can only pray Libya will eventually have.