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Yasser, a 26-year-old artist, was taking me on an impromptu tour of his hometown of Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, on a sweltering September afternoon. The air conditioner of his dusty Honda battled the heat, prayer beads dangled from the rearview mirror, and the smell of the cigarette he'd just smoked wafted toward me as he stopped to show me a barbershop that his friends frequent. Officially, men in Saudi Arabia aren't allowed to wear their hair long or to display jewelry-such vanities are usually deemed to violate an Islamic instruction that the sexes must not be too similar in appearance. But Yasser wears a silver necklace, a silver bracelet, and a sparkly red stud in his left ear, and his hair is shaggy. Yasser is homosexual, or so we would describe him in the West, and the barbershop we visited caters to gay men. Business is brisk.
Leaving the barbershop, we drove onto Tahlia Street, a broad avenue framed by palm trees, then went past a succession of sleek malls and slowed in front of a glass-and-steel shopping center. Men congregated outside and in nearby cafés. Whereas most such establishments have a family section, two of this area's cafés allow only men; not surprisingly, they are popular among men who prefer one another's company. Yasser gestured to a parking lot across from the shopping center, explaining that after midnight it would be "full of men picking up men." These days, he said, "you see gay people everywhere."
Yasser turned onto a side street, then braked suddenly. "Oh shit, it's a checkpoint," he said, inclining his head toward some traffic cops in brown uniforms. "Do you have your ID?" he asked me. He wasn't worried about the gay-themed nature of his tour-he didn't want to be caught alone with a woman. I rummaged through my purse, realizing that I'd left my passport in the hotel for safekeeping. Yasser looked behind him to see if he could reverse the car, but had no choice except to proceed. To his relief, the cops nodded us through. "God, they freaked me out," Yasser said. As he resumed his narration, I recalled something he had told me earlier. "It's a lot easier to be gay than straight here," he had said. "If you go out with a girl, people will start to ask her questions. But if I have a date upstairs and my family is downstairs, they won't even come up."
Notorious for its adherence to Wahhabism, a puritanical strain of Islam, and as the birthplace of most of the 9/11 hijackers, Saudi Arabia is the only Arab country that claims sharia, or Islamic law, as its sole legal code. The list of prohibitions is long: It's haram-forbidden-to smoke, drink, go to discos, or mix with an unrelated person of the opposite gender. The rules are enforced by the mutawwa'in, religious authorities employed by the government's Committee for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice.
Gay relations flourish in Saudi Arabia: The Kingdom in the Closet |
Leaving the barbershop, we drove onto Tahlia Street, a broad avenue framed by palm trees, then went past a succession of sleek malls and slowed in front of a glass-and-steel shopping center. Men congregated outside and in nearby cafés. Whereas most such establishments have a family section, two of this area's cafés allow only men; not surprisingly, they are popular among men who prefer one another's company. Yasser gestured to a parking lot across from the shopping center, explaining that after midnight it would be "full of men picking up men." These days, he said, "you see gay people everywhere."
Yasser turned onto a side street, then braked suddenly. "Oh shit, it's a checkpoint," he said, inclining his head toward some traffic cops in brown uniforms. "Do you have your ID?" he asked me. He wasn't worried about the gay-themed nature of his tour-he didn't want to be caught alone with a woman. I rummaged through my purse, realizing that I'd left my passport in the hotel for safekeeping. Yasser looked behind him to see if he could reverse the car, but had no choice except to proceed. To his relief, the cops nodded us through. "God, they freaked me out," Yasser said. As he resumed his narration, I recalled something he had told me earlier. "It's a lot easier to be gay than straight here," he had said. "If you go out with a girl, people will start to ask her questions. But if I have a date upstairs and my family is downstairs, they won't even come up."
Notorious for its adherence to Wahhabism, a puritanical strain of Islam, and as the birthplace of most of the 9/11 hijackers, Saudi Arabia is the only Arab country that claims sharia, or Islamic law, as its sole legal code. The list of prohibitions is long: It's haram-forbidden-to smoke, drink, go to discos, or mix with an unrelated person of the opposite gender. The rules are enforced by the mutawwa'in, religious authorities employed by the government's Committee for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice.
Gay relations flourish in Saudi Arabia: The Kingdom in the Closet |