Gay Arab men must hide. It's not deception. It's survival.
Anonymity is called for. Even online. So, pardon my hiding my face.
Albeit living in a closet, my expression on this blog will be far from closeted.
I'm Wilmaryad de la Scala -- love child of Maria Callas and Oscar Wilde.
From Callas, I got perfectionist loneliness. From Wilde, an aesthetic flair.
On here, I will be shedding masks, shedding light on murky memory attics, and shedding burdens off of crumbling parquet shoulders.
In me sleeps magma prose sprinkled with Jean Paul Gaultier.
Your mission, if you accept it, is to partake in the exorcism of this soul.