Last night, after we left the Poi Dog Pondering concert at Bowery Ballroom (and that will be a separate review), Joey, C and I stopped by The Eagle to attend Habibi, a wandering monthly Middle Eastern dance party attended by a crowd of crazy-handsome guys of that lineage and their friends and admirers. (The word is arabic for "beloved".) The music incited full throttle bacchanalia. The mixed-up cross-cultural styles of dance and clothing produced a euphoric hybrid where you'd see a young A&F clad twink holding his t shirt up like a veil while undulating like his mother against a shirtless bear. This is the sort of thing that might get you hanged in that part of the world. (Click to feel it, and, yes, the boy in a boldly striped underwear danced the night away with his jeans down at his ankles.)
2 comments:
1001 Arabian Nights! Looks like everyone was having a good time. Oh to be the Sultan in that room full of Sheherazade's. Though I don't think I would have the heart to send any of them off to the chopper after one night.
I have SUCH a hardon for middle eastern men! I wonder what the arabic word for "woof" is?
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