Sunday, July 29, 2018

Happy Birthday Zahir!!!

  I am getting better at surprising Zahir... It took a year to plan the perfect gift. For as long as I have known him Z has worn this thick gold chain on his neck. I had a special amulet made. On one side of the cartouche is his name. On the other is the Arabic translation for my name "Mutarada," it is a noun meaning the "event" chase, pursuit or hunt.

  He loves it. I got crazy snuggles that night when he put me to bed! True to form, Saturday morning Zahir TRIED to see how much I spent. He sneaks money back into my account whenever I buy something for him. I have been withdrawing and squirreling away cash all year from MY private account. I woke up to more mad snuggles. He said he is getting a twin made for me, so our names show to the world and our loves name is on our hearts💞.

  Got to stay up late Friday to watch the lunar eclipse. Z has me in bed early most nights by 10 pm. Friday was special. He had two parties, one with his family. That one was also a house warming of sorts. I had never seen ALL twelve of his siblings, and most of the nieces and nephews in one place before.

  I also discovered my place in the family.  In order to bring me to Jordan when I was 17 Zahir's parents technically fostered/adopted me. It wouldn't be legal in the U.S. but as I was advised we are not in the U.S. I'm trying hard not to think of the fact that makes Zahir and I brothers of sorts...

  The second party was the costume party with his friends. I did not have a cute little animal costume. I was shocked. Zahir was dressed in Batman and I was Nightwing.  Only one of us needed to have muscles installed in his body suit. I feel like such a child. Z is a huge DC fan. I'm more of a Marvel boy. He looked more like the Hulk wearing a Batman costume. I couldn't get the brown hair rinse out of my hair fast enough... I asked why he didn't put me in a Robin costume. His reply, too much skin that is for me!

He leaves for Tehran in a week... I don't know what I am gonna do for a whole month without him.

Chase


P.S. Oh, the cravings I am having. Bacon, pepperoni, MoonPies, boiled peanuts, fried green tomatoes, fried okra, Goo Goo clusters... Oh yes, and Slurpees😋!!!

The local bacon & pepperoni is made from beef, that is just wrong. That said, the trade-of is worth it. :)

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

My World Is Getting Smaller... (in some ways)

 (As normal, these are not my videos or photos. They are just used to explain concepts or break up long runs of text..)

Day one of pack training...


They look kinda like the Hyenas from Lion King
  Ok, this is getting ridiculous... his family is so huge. I'm getting tired of describing older brother, middle brother, older middle brother and oldest brother. I don't want to do what I did with Zahir because eventually someone would be able to figure out the family. So I'm going to invent four names eldest to youngest.
  1. Wahed
  2. Ethnayn
  3. Thalaatha
  4. Arba'ah
  5. Zahir
  Zahir laughed his ass off when he read this. For those who are not up on Arabic numbers that's roughly what they work out to be for 1 through 4. Still not sure what to do about his sisters...

  We decided that I would stay home and start training with the dog. Not happy about it, but I understand. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to go into the office and sit in his office for half a day having contact with others outside his presence. He says I will be available to the other engineers for phone/webcam consults.

  His solution is I will stay in the nest and help Baba protect Mama and youngest sister. I don't think I've actually described myself. I make most twinks look like buff studs. Don't get me wrong, I've got curves where I need them. Zahir likes the shape of my bum. I prefer the term bum instead of ass. I think the Brits have something there. What I am saying, I am not a fighter.

  Kaeleb and I have had our first game of tuggie, he is so strong. The dog can drag me around. Arba'ah worked with me this morning me getting used to Kaeleb. I learned what to look for when a malinois has focused on you. You have its undivided attention when its ears come up and connect at the tips, or if you possess their KONG®. That reminds me puppy parents, stop using tennis balls. Some companies are using chemicals in the felt that can cause nasty burns in the fur babies mouths.

  Arba'ah had the security men training with the three dogs. They are amazing when they work together. They remind me of the raptors from Jurassic Park. One of the police officers who was very active in my life was Mike. He had a sable colored malinois partner. He called it a maligator, when they bite they do not let go.

  We have an orchard in between the inner and outer walls of the compound. I was wondering why workmen were hanging ropes from some of the trees. These dogs love to play tuggie. They will not stop until they collapse from exhaustion. The three of them have more fun just grabbing the rope and trying to pull the tree down, with their whole body suspended from them. (see video below) If you do not play with them they WILL play with themselves (sounds like me for the next month). CAUTION this can involve destroyed furniture!
   Zahir came home for his dinner and got PISSED when he saw me in the bite suit. He calmed down when Arba'ah and I demonstrated what we were working on. The compound is large, if something medical happens to me the dogs can/will drag me to the security building. Not all bites are bad bites, some are just holds. The boys can be gentle.


  After dinner Arba'ah showed me how to use Kaeleb's "OFF SWITCH." I know I said he didn't have one, turns out he does. It is his walking harness. When he is wearing it, he is a different dog. Arba'ah put the warning patches on Kaeleb's harness and we went out walking. This was my first time walking around our new home.

  Our home is in Abdoun the diplomatic heart of Amman. Arba'ah showed me the way to each of the English speaking Embassies. "Chase, you have to be able to find these places in the dead of night. In your sleep if you must." That is the kind of comment that makes me nervous. Arba'ah is a personal security expert in high demand.

  I made small talk with a couple of the guards/employees. One was a cute (but skinny) jar-head at the U.S. embassy.  Not so impressed with the guy in front of the UK embassy, he was rude. I think the stick up his bum, had a stick up it's bum. The whole thing was awkward for me. I am used to the protective cocoon of the men in Z's family taking point. Normalcy was restored when we had contact with a few police officers. They admired Kaeleb, Arba'ah's company is well respected.

  This is only day one I am wiped out. Zahir got home and joined me in the shower. He found a nip mark were one of the babies found a gap in the suit, accidents happen.


  Chase

I Have A Baby...

Not my boy but close...
  He is a two year old, black faced, Belgian Malinois named Kaeleb. It means bold and strong, he is both. He is also crazy, think German Shepherd with ADHD! There is NO turning him off!

  He climbs trees and runs up walls.  I do mean straight up the side of the buildings, and the inner barrier walls. His two litter-mates are the outside security and work with the guards. Kaeleb will go everywhere with me. Zahir's older brother informed me, I will be going through training to learn how to control my baby.

  I could be wrong, I believe he has staked to claim to me already. The first thing he did was sit on my lap. Then he sniffed my chest and put his nose where I had my surgery. Zahir was impressed he identified my injury. Z kissed the back of my neck and Kaeleb showed his ugly face.

  Zahir chastised me when I let the dog give me kisses. "He licks his balls with that tongue."  Z almost fell out of his chair when I replied, "I can too, and yet YOU still kiss me."

  We were told he gets along quite well with the animals of our family including Zahir's falcon Aya. It was clear to me this has been in the plans for some time. It was also clear to me the apartments were never in real contention.

  Then Z gave me the bad news. Our firm got the contract for a project in Tehran. Zahir will be gone for a month starting next month. I will stay in the big house with Baba and Mama. So now I have the new boy cave, our bedroom, and a room in his parents home across the courtyard. Without Zahir, My internship will be on hold.

  Chase

Monday, July 23, 2018

I Guess I Am Back...

  I had a few surprises, I woke up Monday morning to Zahir telling me the blog was not off limits. He and his brother reworked it putting in new "baby-filters." There are things I am NOT allowed to do until HE tells me I can.

  Responding to comments is #1. Your comments to me now go through a daddy filter. He says he will not interact, he just wants to keep hurtful things away for now.

  I had a bad day at therapy session Sunday, and Zahir thinks it might help if I put it in writing. I came out of the doctor's office and my face was let's just say tear streaked. Zahir was about to comfort me, when the doctor requested he come into the office. Afterwards he took me for comfort food, then took me home, I skipped Church that evening. He just cuddled and held me until I fell asleep.


  Some have asked, where does a man whose religion frowns upon people who love differently take his boy for therapy. I know my man would move mountains to help me. Thankfully there are a good number of foreigners working in the medical professions here in Jordan. That does include shrinks, mine is the best. Doc can get me to open up about all shit I want to keep buried, and knows when I am bullshitting him.

  I want to keep the blog about my stories and current stuff. I will use the "Pages" for dealing with the past, and how it impacted a story. I am working on the first page. Z is right, it is time this blog went back to being a diary FIRST.

  Be well.

  Chase

Friday, July 20, 2018

Zahir is Pissed... Changes!

  Well I got woke up in the middle of the night. Zahir was up late working on a project after putting me to bed when he got a comment alert. He is a backup admin on my blog. It seems some jackass decided to answer a question for me based on a post that was deleted because I violated Zahir's privacy. Comments that could have put his family in jeopardy.

  Ultimately this was my fault, because I put the information out there in the first place, both in a post and in a private email to this asshole. Zahir has made a compromise, his first instinct was for me to delete my entire digital footprint. Something that I agreed to immediately. He said we would sleep on it.

  I was fortunate, this morning we had breakfast with one of Z's older brothers. He perused the security settings on Blogger.

  That minimizes the problem. Unfortunately I'm not sure I want to live with that. Once again I dropped my guard and some asshole got to close too me. I think I'm going to take a break from blogging for a little, while to rethink its value.
  •   But to you asshole, speaking directly to Mr "Just Me,"  if I could figure out how to block you in Blogger, I would. Based on everything I've read, that can't be done. 
  • What you have screwed with is my only voice with the outside world. Zahir's initial reaction was for me to delete the blog, delete my U.S. Google account, and to delete all of my writings everywhere. 

  •  Turns out Zahir did a little "stalking" of his own... I am not the only one you have done this to. I wonder if your boss would like to know how you take perverse pleasure in putting members of the public at risk? Considering your age, don't you have better things to do?
  • Safety in this part of the world is no joke. We have had to move our moving day as a result of your little re-release. I have had my voice taken from me ONCE in my life, I am beyond angry YOU chose to put it in jeopardy again.

  I love (almost) all of you.


  Chase

P.S. I think my friend David is wrong, maybe my world needs to be smaller.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

I Messed Up!


  Zahir made me take down my last two blog posts. I gave out too much personal/family data. He was sad when he read the opening, "...Zahir has treated me like I was made of glass. He won't even let me... "wake" him in the morning."

  He has been helping me in the tub as well. I drew the line with assistance with the toilet and bidet. I was potty trained long before I met him. Yes, he did have to teach me to use the bidet when we got here. Still, I will not have another person clean my ass... unless they are about to play with it.

  We had a tailor in to measure me for a costume. Zahir's family is throwing him a costume party for his 30th next week. Don't know what the costume will be... I am betting I'll be in something childish like a bunny, kitten, or puppy bodysuit. Mama still sees me as a weak wounded baby (and occasional shopping partner.) I think Baba sees more. There are times when he looks at Zahir and I with a weird smile. I wonder if he once had a boy too...


Speaking of cute animals...

  I told you how occasionally I'm treated like a child or a pet. This week was the child category. With our apartment mostly in boxes Zahir thought it was best if I stayed with his folks during the day. I thought of begging with him again, that I could just lay on the couch in his office. Not an argument worth addressing again.

Khalid Abdel-Hadi a hero of mine.
  Don't get me wrong I love his Baba, Mama and family, they've been very good to me. It's just we have so little in common. Keeping in mind that both are math nerds like me. I'm just terrified of saying the wrong thing.

  I did tell Zahir of my concerns. He ran his fingers through my hair and said "Don't worry! They think of you as the child of their old age. I think they love you more than they love me. My father is looking forward to returning the favor of helping you recover this time."

 Whats in a Name...

  Zahir had a big meeting so Baba and Mama took me for a few appointments of my own. I finally got my new birth certificate from Kentucky.  Baba and I went to the Embassy to get my new passport based on that name. I have formally taken my mother's maiden name and kept the name Chase. It's kind of odd the State of Florida was fine with just the court documents. I've had my updated DL for almost 2 weeks now. The federal government bureaucracy took a little longer I guess.

  I had the post surgery follow up. The outer dermabond seal has almost sloughed off.  One week on and the doctor is happy with the result. Zahir hadn't let me see it. It still has a very yellow bruise. I can shower and wade in the pool again!!! No strenuous workouts or lifting but the treadmill and bike are ok.

  The doctor let me run my finger over the new scar. It is so small that I began crying. Gone is the oval mound of rough scarred flesh about an inch to an inch and a half wide. It is now a thin line barely 2 inches long. There is a little bump underneath from the subcutaneous sutures which will dissolve over the next year. The doctor believes it will diminish as the swelling continues to fade.

Baba took a photo as I hugged the stuffing out of the doctor. Z was upset he wasn't there to see it himself.

 Change in living arrangements.

  We had a little delay on moving into the new place. The older brother doesn't have security in place yet. Security is a critical issue for Baba... Don't get me wrong Zahir is crazy protective of me. I have no doubt he would hire security on his own, if I was left at home all day. That was part of the reason I lived with his parents when I was 17. The man has trackers, on all my tech gear. I know this sounds a little paranoid, but I am kind of expecting him to put tracking things inside my clothes. I know there's one in my wallet.

  We let down our guard in Greece. He won't do that again. As for me, I am sticking to water when I am out with anyone else. No more alcohol ever. The honey vodka in Ukraine was great, but the ouzo taught me I have no tolerance for liquor. He was going to spank me in Greece for the ouzo until he realize there was something very wrong. He held me for the longest time as I pushed those toxins out, saying I suffered enough.

  About that, I LOVE GREECE! It was NOT a Greek who did this, it was a tourist (and a pitiful excuse for a man). When the officials caught the scumbag they took care of him. To the people who have been FLAMING me via email. Stuff happens! YES, I should have stayed with Zahir when he hit the dance floor with his friends. YES, I should have said no to the drinks. I dropped MY guard and a bad person got too close again. I take ownership for MY own screw-ups. It was Greek people who saw what was happening before it was too late. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much.


  There was a family meeting and it was decided Zahir and I are moving into the "small" house. I fail to see how a 5 bedroom, 7 bath, house with two kitchens can be considered small. Maybe that's just me.

  Baba, Mama and the unwed daughter will live in the larger house. The housekeeper is overjoyed over her quarters. In most homes here the maid's quarters are barely big enough for a twin size bed. In the new house she has her own small kitchen, bath and her own bedroom.

  Stats:
  • THANK YOU USA. I am now over 100 views in the U.S. 

  • It was Zahir who pointed out an issue skewing my numbers. Our VPN tunnel. There are some sites and IP addresses (Like Jordan's own: My.Kali) that are monitored or just blocked in Jordan and other surrounding nations. To get around these restrictions, encrypted IP portals are used by those who can afford and need anonymity. This explained why the numbers from the UK were so high (I knew I was not THAT interesting.)

  •   I suppose I should explain "My.Kali." Think of it as the MENA region's OUT. There is a large amount of young people who have had enough. They are looking for a way to be seen and heard, to express themselves. They have even shouted down a Muslim Brotherhood member of Parliament.

  People are fed up with being told there love is wrong, haram. They are tired of being told they cannot participate in society (or faith) just based on WHO (and how) they love.

  Chase

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Side Effects...

  Sometimes the law of unintended consequences hits us broadside. We found a couple side effects from the surgery well more specifically from the pain meds.
  1. I am going through moments where I am exceptionally chatty.
  2. I appear not to have a filter when it comes to speaking the truth. It is led to some truly embarrassing conversations with Zahir.
  3. It has left me incredibly susceptible to suggestion. We found that one out by accident. As a joke, Zahir said to do something I would normally never would have done. When I started he realized something was wrong and called the doctor. He immediately went to the patient information sheet and started reading the side effects.
  This third unfortunate revelation has led to Zahir's belief that I am not able to consent.  This is led to great cuddles in bed but no sex. He was so concerned about that last part that he actually set his alarm for early prayer to make sure I couldn't wake him up in the usual manner. It has proved one thing to me, he doesn't just want a sex-bot.

  I was surprised Zahir picked a movie this morning. Call Me By Your Name. He called me his Elio... Spoilers: I will never look at apricots the same way again. Zahir said Oliver was too selfish, love is more than a season in the sun. The father's soliloquy with Elio on the couch makes it worth the watch. I caught Z's metaphor of the older man and the 17 year old. It was a little more artsie then I like.

   I like some of the comments I'm receiving. Folks are split into 2 camps. First, that we either wasted 2 years. The second is that he manipulated and groomed me. We did not, and he did not.
 
  He took two years to help heal the damage boy I was. He gave me what I needed most a friend I couldn't push away. Then he took another so I was ready. He waited until I was strong enough to stand with him as a man. I am so glad we took our time. I agree with Zahir about the movie. I don't see love as just a season, it is a journey to be shared.

To the journey my friends.

Chase

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Dinner With The Boss... & Stuff

 TUESDAY...

  Zahir wasn't happy that David took me to Books@Cafe for dinner. "That place is not for you." So much for being bold. 

  The emergency meeting Tuesday served another purpose. Zahir was placed over the entire engineering department.

WEDNESDAY...

  We spent yesterday morning moving into his new office. I asked if I was staying in the old office as his replacements intern. Zahir laughed and said I was and always will be his.

  I was setting up my workstation when his boss came in. My eyes dropped to the floor then to Zahir. The two men spoke briefly. Then he asked what I thought of the new office. I told him it would be hard to work with such a view. "I expect you both to work hard..." then he rested his finger on my nose. He continued, "...but do take time to enjoy the view, Zahir has earned it."

   He invited us to his "house" for dinner. I say house, oh my goodness this place is so big. His property is five acres. It has two residences on it. There are no personal effects in it however. It is fully furnished but no family pictures, no tchotchkes that you would expect for a home.

  As we began to dine he explained the house was on the market. Zahir's eyes lit up with that announcement.  Our boss moved his family into The Heights Apartments last year. Long story short, we have a new home... The boss is an old friend of the family. Baba and Mama are thrilled. Zahir is happy he has security for his boy, and can help care for his parents.

The property has both an indoor and an outdoor pool. Z doesn't have to worry about his boy burning.
 
THURSDAY...

  It's just a little after 5:30 in the morning and I'm afraid.  Zahir is still down for morning prayer as I'm getting ready for my trip to the hospital. Zahir says I'm being foolish, and overthinking things. He says that but as I  passed his prayer room,  I heard him lifting my name in prayer. I know he's praying for my safety.
 I don't know what is the problem. I've been in and out of hospitals most of my life, for one thing or another. Maybe it's  that we are covering over the past. Maybe I am overthinking things, and a scar is just a scar.
 Why is it there are times that God just puts the fire hose to you thinking you can handle it... Zahir is being so cute, he's fasting with me. Poor dear I hear his stomach rumbling.

Chase

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

One Day and SO Many Surprises!!!

  Zahir was called into an emergency meeting with all the other Department heads. He did not know how long it would be so he asked his friend "J" if his house boy David (Dah Veed) could take me to dinner. I occasionally feel isolated being American, Christian, and Gay. David has me beat, he is Israeli, Jewish (not practicing), and VERY effeminately gay. I think that last part is why Zahir "trusts" me with him. Compared to him, I am Zahir.


 David confuses me. He is happy to be J's house boy, but does not stay faithful to him. He says J doesn't mind. David is one of the few non-family friends I have here. Zahir gave him money to get me fed "something fattening." David has his own car, as soon as we got in, he donned his hot pink and black keffiyeh around his neck and took off like a bat outta hell.

The OTHER reason I like Books@Cafe
We went to our favorite bookstore, Books@Cafe off Rainbow Street on First Circle. I got the "All American BACON Cheeseburger" and a piece of cake. the "bacon" was BEEF bacon, so close but not quite. Still, I am aiming at a two pound weight gain this week. The roof terrace has an amazing view. David got a salad and beer. Yes, there are micro-brews in Jordan. I like this place. I think David comes on Thursday nights to pick up hot guys.

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 More House Hunting...
 

 After dinner Zahir and I picked up Baba and Mama. We had a meeting with the estate agent (realtor).  He wanted to show us a few apartments in Campbell Gray Living. It's in what's being billed as the new downtown for Amman.
 

 Mama excitedly whispered to me, "We can go shopping without leaving the building!" Abdali is a planned high-rise community. Unlike the Jordan Gate project, it's funding is secure. Jordan Gate shear walls of glass these buildings have inserts of marble to break up the glare. The Abdali Project reminds me of Miami. Mixed-use buildings everywhere, with high-end shopping and high-rises which is something new for Amman.
 
 The one word that comes to mind when I think of Amman Jordan is sprawl. Lots of low 3-4 story buildings. The Abdali area is something new, buildings with 30 or more floors. That leads us to my nemesis. Elevators... I hate being in elevators.
 

 I know it's all in my head. I know it's stupid, but I know that damn cable is going to snap and I'll plummet in it to my death.  Keeping in mind I know that the steel cables in the elevator are thicker than the little nylon ropes that hold my parachute to me. I do understand which one is safer statistically.
 

 It's hard to believe when you're walking through Abdali that you're still in Amman. Zahir took me to the mall last December. It was odd seeing so many Christmas decorations up. Zahir even got my picture taken with Santa. For the record I was not sitting in Santa's lap.
 

 We toured a few more, but Mama was still gushing about the first. Then Zahir took Baba and Mama home.

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Surprise...
 

 We are driving home from Z's big surprise. A trip to the doctor.
 

 The standard biographical data was taken when we arrived. Zahir as always did all of the talking. Things like this I am the prized puppy to be talked about, and not to. He told me to take off my shirt and he removed the dressing from my sun burnt, burn scar. it pinched as he lightly pulled on the surrounding skin. "Good elasticity, he is an excellent candidate."

 He said he could perform the procedure in the office with just a local. Then he screwed up. While checking my pulse on the carotid artery his thumb grazed my Adams apple. I freaked raising my hands into a protective stance. Z stepped in to calm me. Then he and the doctor had a harried exchange. The doctor apologized for startling me. Then he repeated that I was a good candidate again. However it would be better if I was under general anesthesia. 

I asked Zahir, "A candidate for what?" He and the doctor bickered. The doctor addressed me saying how one does NOT surprise the patient with surgery... then he glared at Zahir. The doctor explained scar revision to me and how the damaged tissue could be cut away and re-sutured to form a smaller line that hopefully follows and fades into the crease under the pectoral muscle.

 I once told Zahir how one of my foster brothers teased me calling my ovalish cigarette lighter burn my third nipple. He remembered! The doctor told me repeated burns put me at risk for skin cancer as well, so removal was the wise choice.
 

 Next week I have my first and hopefully only cosmetic procedure.
 


 Chase

Monday, July 09, 2018

Okay Not Everything Is Bad...

  I received a few emails from people worrying if I was okay... I am okay 😀 I'm just a little blue. Not all is bad and yes, I have been focusing on some of the negative a little too much. There are times in our lives when we all get a little depressed.  My shrink actually had to tell Zahir I'm dealing with it very well.

  Zahir is taking it upon himself to open my world,  to show me what is possible. Friday he made good on his promise from our trip to Greece and we started my jump school.  Apparently he was very enamored with how my face lit up as we jumped from the aircraft in Greece tethered to his buddy. I still wish I could have been tied to Zahir instead. The way it worked out, he got to see my face light up. 

  We had a family meeting with his father and I have decided to drop my primary major. I'll be going for a straight-up Bachelor of Science in Architectural Building Engineering (with a chemical engineering minor). Zahir and I discussed the change with my faculty advisor. I didn't realize how close I was. I was so focused on the work, I lost sight of the larger picture. I was losing myself in the software development side of bioinformatics. I was trying to do something I really didn't enjoy. There is something real cool about being part of changing a skyline.

  Thanks to Zahir's gentle hand, I've discovered I like working with a team. I have lived in my own tiny world of self paced school since the 7th grade. Yes, I had mandatory social events. You'd be amazed how many you can miss if you are succeeding, in-spite of occasional trauma. 


  My DCF caseworker from Miami had the balls to ask if I was willing to do a "faces of" testimonial as a success story. I told him only if they used the WHOLE story including how they took me from a place of safety and almost cost me my life.  I haven't received a reply. Zahir told me my reply lacked grace... When I told him I wanted to tell the caseworker to go f**k himself, Z praised my restraint.

  Zahir shared with Baba and Mama how my paternal grandparents wanted to get to know me. Baba understood my concern but told me I shouldn't hold someone accountable for the actions of another. He reminded me part of them lived in me too. I am frightened by part of that argument, it implies that part of a killer is in me as well. Are my innate qualities a product of divine plan, nature, or nurture?

  All cautioned me to take it slow and not to trust too quickly. As Baba said, "Real relationships take time." For now we will simply stick with email. The house keeper is letting me know it is snack time. A good place to wrap this. I am in a good place mentally.


  Chase

Friday, July 06, 2018

What's Eating You Chase Nadir...

You're Too Thin...


  With all the stress of the past few months lets just say, I have neglected my health. When I get stressed I tend to forget to eat. The doctor noted I dropped ten kilograms (about twenty-two pounds) over the last year. Funny thing about weight changes you don't notice them as they occur.


  Zahir has taken things a little too far. He is gotten the women in our life to declare war upon my hips. Between him, our housekeeper, his mother and sisters, and the girls at the office, I am experiencing a never-ending parade of food, snacks, and sweets appearing before me. As I understand women, one does not say no to food that they made, then put in front of you. This rule of nature is doubly so if they are Muslim women.

  I can tell it is a coordinated effort because I have received not a jar, not a small care package, but an entire freaking case of my favorite peanut butter from Mohsen and Stacy. I couldn't help but notice the gift card was in Stacy's handwriting. 

  There are some funny things about this peanut butter. It is real good for you, it has no refined sugar, or high fructose corn syrup, it is sweetened with molasses. It is only sold in one tiny closet of a store about twenty miles outside of Ocala, FL. It is NOT sold online. That means one of them drove half way up the state to get me peanut butter and then express ship it to me. THAT screams Moe. It could be a coincidence... He could have gone up for a cattle buy. Arab men and their boys...

  I surrender. It looks like I'll be up to ten or fifteen snacks or meals per day, okay slight exaggeration.

Bed Is For Sleeping...

  Some have noticed my writing has fallen off, there's a reason for that, I'm tired.  Between the personal changes/revelations in and about my life, I have become distracted. Zahir has also come to the belief that my lack of sleep is part of my weight/health issue. He has banned my tablet and phone from bed. "If you wake up, close your eyes and try to sleep."

Salukis
  He has told me it would be unsafe for him to take me on the hunt this September in this condition. Late September and early October the men from his family go out in Wadi Rum for a hunt. He said I am showing more ribs than his brother's Salukis these days. 

  Then he ripped the beating heart from my chest asking just two questions. If he needed to send me home? Then he added Was living with him so miserable? God he knows how to make me cry. All was wiped away when he said, "So much has hurt my baby, I will NEVER add to it." I told him HE was my HOME, and my hope. The ONLY thing I really miss about America is being able to show my love for Zahir publicly, holding, dancing, and kissing.

  There is an invisible line here in Amman. It divides the east and west side of the city. The east is poorer, less educated but more accepting when it comes to differences in sexual practice. The west (where we are) is wealthy, western educated and far less tolerant of that difference. JMHO

Eating...

  Differences, that brings up another point, food and eating in public. Of all the things I have going against me here in the kingdom; being Christian, gay, and American, I forgot to let you in on the worst of the lot. I'm a left-handed person. There is a ritual meal that is very, very popular here, and very, very delicious called mansaf. Traditionally it is eaten with the bare hands, more specifically the bare right hand. The left hand is placed behind your back while you stand around and eat this meal.

  You start by picking up a small amount of sticky rice and meat and rolling it into a ball by flipping it between your fingers and the palm of your hand. Then you pop the whole thing in your mouth. This is easy to do if you are using your primary appendage. It is very messy if you are not. The first time I experienced the meal it was with Z's family. His mom took pity on me and gave me a spoon and a plate. Turns out she too is a lefty.

  I love her to death, we share so much in common. Before she married Z's father she was a respected engineer (math geek).  She was a childhood friend of Z's dad's first wife. I found out when his first wife became ill, she herself who chose the second wife for Zahir's father. I have been using her proper married title since I met her. This week she asked me to call her mama.

Changes...

  Tuesday my Grandma told me that my father's parents want to get to know me as well.  She went on to say that I am under no obligation to make contact with them. There's a saying in the south about this topic "I'm a hot mess." How am I going to find any connection with the family of the man who murdered my mother.

  Zahir has told me he will support any decision I make. God in heaven I wish someone would make the decision for me.  We've been hugging on each other a hell of a lot. He knows how much I am hurting and it is hurting him.

When It Rains...

  Had a status check with my faculty advisor today. He has cautioned me about the quality of my recent work. I'm not doing bad, I'm not at risk of failing. He is concerned, as a student, I am burning out. I have been doing school non-stop since I started online education in middle school. He's encouraging me to take a sabbatical semester and come back fresh.  He's asking me to consider making my second major (engineering) my primary.

  Z thinks the concept of a semester off is a good idea. I asked what I would do with my day. Right now it consists of; spending the morning in the office with him, having dinner, coming home to do my coursework all afternoon and into the evening. He told me, "You would do what other eighteen-year old boys would do. Play video games, do chores, and be a good boy."  He also hinted I could learn how to cook. I hope we have fire insurance.

  Aside from being with Zahir, I don't know what I want. I brought up the topic of foster kids. He shot it down. "My baby must learn to care for himself first." He went on to add someday, just not today.

Chase

Thursday, July 05, 2018

Housekeeping... Answering Questions

  I don't know how to address this one. I don't like doing individual emails on some questions, because that normally results in the same question being asked six times or more. I don't like doing cookie cutter replies, because it makes me sound as if I'm uninterested.

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  "How does Zahir handle your occasional overshare?" One flat out said I was being disloyal and disobedient.

  Overshare, it's a difficult process. If I feel there is too much detail I will ask him to review before I post. 

  Disloyal or disobedient.  Never an issue because we don't have that kind of relationship. I am his boy/partner. Yes, he does know I'm doing this now. It's how I diary things that affect me here, or things that I am struggling with from my past. There are times when he learns things from my past that I have not shared with him. I have been having trouble and he knows this is helping.

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  I've had a few questions from people who suffer with allergies like I do. 

  One of them found it odd how often I've used my EpiPen. I've only used it three times in my life.  The first time was shortly after I found out I was allergic to bees. The second was at summer camp when I was eleven. The third was here, when I found out how close scorpion venom was to bee venom. It turns out the two critters are related. 

  The second took issue with the damage to my heart. She said she had never heard of a reaction like that. Well unfortunately it is very well-documented here. Less than 1% of the population has a negative reaction to antivenin, tachycardia, severe cramps, and hyperhidrosis are some of the side effects. Lucky me I'm in the 1%.

  A physician asked if I was using an experimental anti-venom and the answer is no. The brand name is Anascorp. Zahir refuses to use anything experimental on me... Unless there's no other option. We are looking for alternatives knowing how poorly I respond to the Anascorp.

  Another had an issue with how many times those little eight-legged venom tailed freaks from hell have crossed my path within the last few months. So have I! It's not like the entire country is crawling with them. When I leaned against that stonewall there was a little voice in my mind that said don't. Even back home I know that stacked stone walls often house critters like black widows and brown recluses. They like staying warm and stones retain heat and shade.

Immunotherapy... I am not a candidate. My allergies are too extreme. Dosages would have to be so small it would take years perhaps decades for the treatment to become effective.

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  "Gay, religion, mixed relationships, how does it all work?"

  That's a little tougher.  As far as I'm concerned Zahir is my husband, I want no other. It's not legal here for same-sex couples to marry. If we went back to the States and got married it would cause problems when we come back here.

  I have told you in the past that Jordan is one of those weird countries in the Middle East where homosexuality is not a criminal act.  In truth though something is not criminal it does not free you from discrimination. There are ways the government and individuals can punish you for being in a homosexual relationship.

  To that end I am issuing a travel warning:

   If you're visiting the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan; don't use Grindr, Scruff or other hook up apps unless you are behind a hidden/encrypted IP address. They are routinely monitored by the over zealous. They can also lead to incidents of blackmail. Recently a very pious family used the app to set up a businessman. The "pay us or we prosecute" trap is often used.  In the case of the businessman, due to the age of the bait... sorry child, he is going to prison.

   I was lucky I had a very good example of how to take care of a Muslim man. My favorite foster parents were mixed religions as well. I got to live with Mohsen (Moe) and Stacy twice. The first time was an emergency  rehoming after my previous foster mother burned my chest with her car's cigarette lighter.

  I bonded with Stacy immediately, it took a while to warm up to Moe. Stacy was always the first one up on the ranch. I would later learn that was because she woke up Moe for morning prayer. Later I would learn how, and put it into practice on Zahir. Let's just say it is very good to wake up with something to be grateful for.

   I would also learn to encourage Zahir to make Salaah at the Masjid.  In encouraging him, not hen pecking or preaching at him, those blessings have come back to me. He was able to find me a body of believers he trusts that I may worship with.

   One of the first things he did when he returned was to shave off his beard. I've actually been playfully nibbling at his jaw when I kissed him. Then I tell him how much I miss it. I tell him how much better he would look with it again.

  Why do I do these things well they're what are expected of a wife. Since I am his princess, that makes me his wife.

  As to my faith I've already explained it.

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Mohsen and Stacy

  One person caught on to the nefarious secret world of "Islam stealing young white American boys to keep them from breeding."  I kid you not that crap actually showed up in my inbox.  

  My last foster parents Mohsen and Stacy are not Jordanian. Moe did not sell me into sex slavery. Moe is also not a Bedouin he was born in Southeastern Iraq. He is Ferayghat to be specific. He also was the best example of what it was to be a real man I had growing up.

  He and Stacey were unable to have children, so they chose to raise the children who were trapped in the system.  It took almost three months before he would allow Zahir to be alone with me. They had been doing business for years, but I was in his care and he was going to make sure I was safe.

  Moe would get me to calm down for bed by telling me of how he grew up. His father raised water buffalo in the marshlands. I laughed when he told me that. I said, "Now you raise cattle in a swamp. You've come a long way sir." He laughed.