Osama is asking...
Is The Party Over?
By Osama
Picture (left: Hans)
Sitting on that big leather sofa at my friend’s house, there are about 5 of my best friends drinking and chatting together. I looked at my 4th drink, it had about two more sips left, but I had the feeling that I don’t want that drink to finish. Simply because I know that after it’s done, we will all stuck with the big question that recently have been haunting my Thursday nights.. “Where are we going?”
As simple as that question might sound, it drags a bunch of head-aching questions behind it. What is going on tonight? Is that place still open? Till what time it’ll be open? Will they let guys in? Or will the stupid bouncer tell us the “couBles only” or “reservations only” clichés? Are we welcome there? How is the crowd like? Is it a gay friendly? Who has a house party? Is it safe to go to that house party? Or will there be a police car waiting at the door? Questions that can easily kill your weekend night, which wasn’t that good anyway because you don’t expect much from a Thursday night anymore.
On best occasions, when I have my cute girl friends with me, and we all decide to hit a club, a nice cool straight club, things don’t seem to be that fun either. At the entrance, I always get the feeling that I’m begging the bouncer to let me in no matter how hot the girls I’m with are! And when I’m in, I feel that I’m stuck with hot straight studs standing at the bar with puffed muscles and cute faces, guys I can’t approach. Not to mention, all the nasty stares that I get from sexually depressed guys who do not get why I’m dirty dancing with two girls without being aroused! I also have to worry about not getting too drunk, because in a straight club you can never be totally wasted, you might be harassed, your girls might be harassed, you might be kicked out for doing something silly, or you might get into a fight that requires you to be sober.
But why? Why would someone struggle that much to party these days? Why would someone who has money to spend, dresses nice and looks nice, and have good company feel that much unwanted? I always thought that gay partying was hard in Amman. However now, I feel sorry for straight guys even more! They have to have reservation, girls, a lot of money and a connection to get in a respectful club! And for what? DJs that are hardly known, very uncomfortable strict atmosphere and a crowd that is mostly cold, aggressive and antisocial. For me, that sounds not worth it!.
I took the last sip, and I just got a flash back on how Amman used to be just two years ago. Last sip used to mean that the night has just started! At that time I thought that Amman was a fun place! I even remember ditching a New Year’s party in Beirut knowing that Amman’s party is going to be such as nice! I was partying more than most of my straight friends, and was really proud talking about it to anyone who asks me about visiting Amman. No matter how tough my week was I wouldn’t care, because I simply knew that Thursday night was going to be fun for SURE!
On a typical Thursday night two years ago, at 10 I would put on my best pants and go to where the guys are gathering. We would chill and talk. Then when the buzz is just right, we would go to the club. That would be around 1 or 2, when the party at other places is almost over. We go to the club that is almost packed; the music is so loud that you can hear it while you are parking your car. You will then be intensively searched by a muscled bouncer at the door. Then get in and say hi to the owner who usually gives you a free welcome drink, then keep dancing until 5 am when Amman is sleeping! There would be times when there was no one at the tables because everyone is on the dancing floor. You would look around you and see happy people that are dancing like there was no tomorrow. Wearing whatever they want, dancing the way they want and talking to whomever they want! Guys, girls, ‘not so sures’, straights and gays. All there just for one reason. Having fun! After the party is over, I go for breakfast at the after party restaurant, with my friends, their friends, and whoever we met and came with us! Then leave to home thinking that that was a Thursday night!
Will those times come back in Amman? Will people be able to have fun freely again? Or that was just a golden time that will never come back?
Read more articles for Osama:
-Osama’s future views on growing-gays, loneliness, and being stable. Discussing what could scare a gay-heart out, but not knowing that, it could turn into something different. The November Issue of 2009 (here>)
-Check article “Yelp Yourself”, convo made into article on a straight guy trying to help gays get to the straightway. The July Issue of 2009 (here>)
- Article “Positive for 24 hours” discusses the inner battle of spending a day at the clinic due to previous practices of unsafe sex. The August Issue of 2009 (here>)
Picture (left: Hans)
Sitting on that big leather sofa at my friend’s house, there are about 5 of my best friends drinking and chatting together. I looked at my 4th drink, it had about two more sips left, but I had the feeling that I don’t want that drink to finish. Simply because I know that after it’s done, we will all stuck with the big question that recently have been haunting my Thursday nights.. “Where are we going?”
As simple as that question might sound, it drags a bunch of head-aching questions behind it. What is going on tonight? Is that place still open? Till what time it’ll be open? Will they let guys in? Or will the stupid bouncer tell us the “couBles only” or “reservations only” clichés? Are we welcome there? How is the crowd like? Is it a gay friendly? Who has a house party? Is it safe to go to that house party? Or will there be a police car waiting at the door? Questions that can easily kill your weekend night, which wasn’t that good anyway because you don’t expect much from a Thursday night anymore.
On best occasions, when I have my cute girl friends with me, and we all decide to hit a club, a nice cool straight club, things don’t seem to be that fun either. At the entrance, I always get the feeling that I’m begging the bouncer to let me in no matter how hot the girls I’m with are! And when I’m in, I feel that I’m stuck with hot straight studs standing at the bar with puffed muscles and cute faces, guys I can’t approach. Not to mention, all the nasty stares that I get from sexually depressed guys who do not get why I’m dirty dancing with two girls without being aroused! I also have to worry about not getting too drunk, because in a straight club you can never be totally wasted, you might be harassed, your girls might be harassed, you might be kicked out for doing something silly, or you might get into a fight that requires you to be sober.
But why? Why would someone struggle that much to party these days? Why would someone who has money to spend, dresses nice and looks nice, and have good company feel that much unwanted? I always thought that gay partying was hard in Amman. However now, I feel sorry for straight guys even more! They have to have reservation, girls, a lot of money and a connection to get in a respectful club! And for what? DJs that are hardly known, very uncomfortable strict atmosphere and a crowd that is mostly cold, aggressive and antisocial. For me, that sounds not worth it!.
I took the last sip, and I just got a flash back on how Amman used to be just two years ago. Last sip used to mean that the night has just started! At that time I thought that Amman was a fun place! I even remember ditching a New Year’s party in Beirut knowing that Amman’s party is going to be such as nice! I was partying more than most of my straight friends, and was really proud talking about it to anyone who asks me about visiting Amman. No matter how tough my week was I wouldn’t care, because I simply knew that Thursday night was going to be fun for SURE!
On a typical Thursday night two years ago, at 10 I would put on my best pants and go to where the guys are gathering. We would chill and talk. Then when the buzz is just right, we would go to the club. That would be around 1 or 2, when the party at other places is almost over. We go to the club that is almost packed; the music is so loud that you can hear it while you are parking your car. You will then be intensively searched by a muscled bouncer at the door. Then get in and say hi to the owner who usually gives you a free welcome drink, then keep dancing until 5 am when Amman is sleeping! There would be times when there was no one at the tables because everyone is on the dancing floor. You would look around you and see happy people that are dancing like there was no tomorrow. Wearing whatever they want, dancing the way they want and talking to whomever they want! Guys, girls, ‘not so sures’, straights and gays. All there just for one reason. Having fun! After the party is over, I go for breakfast at the after party restaurant, with my friends, their friends, and whoever we met and came with us! Then leave to home thinking that that was a Thursday night!
Will those times come back in Amman? Will people be able to have fun freely again? Or that was just a golden time that will never come back?
Read more articles for Osama:
-Osama’s future views on growing-gays, loneliness, and being stable. Discussing what could scare a gay-heart out, but not knowing that, it could turn into something different. The November Issue of 2009 (here>)
-Check article “Yelp Yourself”, convo made into article on a straight guy trying to help gays get to the straightway. The July Issue of 2009 (here>)
- Article “Positive for 24 hours” discusses the inner battle of spending a day at the clinic due to previous practices of unsafe sex. The August Issue of 2009 (here>)