Diary of a Celibate Woman

If you look like a wuss, we have good news for you!

What are YOUR stereotypes of Iranian men? My own personal stereotype of an Iranian man would definitely differentiate between East Coast (holla!) and West Coast (wassup?). Also, undoubtedly, there's a big difference between the Iranian man of southern cali (clad in gold/platinum chains) and northern cali (with intellectual pretensions). >>>

Fine, Let's Talk about Sex, baby

Let's get the most important issue out of the way: Apparently I've been drinking the wrong wine: Merlot is out and Shiraz is in if your name is not Sally but Sadaf. Phew...thanks Mr. Bahmani...To think that all this time, I wasn't doing what Iranian women do. (For the record, my comment on well done steak and Merlot was SARCASTIC. I'm a quarter French. My French ancestors would nefrin me if they ever caught me eating a piece of meat mal cuvee!)  >>>

Iranian woman slut; Iranian woman prude: blah blah blah

Thing is, by now, Iranians have lived for enough of a time in the US that trying to link their behavior to anything as banal as the place of their parents' origin is just a stupid exercise. Perhaps for the first generation immigrants these questions are still questions, but for people of my generation who were born and raised in all parts of the US, we get our culture from so many different parts that to say "you're a slut cause you're Iranian" or the opposite just doesn't hold.>>>

Celibacy and Morrissey

Right behind the eternal questions of which came first, the chicken or the egg, and why did the chicken really cross the road, stands the sexuality of Stephen Patrick Morrissey, aka lead singer of the Smiths. Was he a repressed homosexual as many like to believe or asexual and celibate as he repeatedly claimed? Many more informed than I have pondered this question, both in print and in late night drunken sessions as his glorious music blasts into a dimly lit room.

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What do you mean you're celibate?

I have recently taken a vow of celibacy. By recent, I mean REALLy recent. Like two days ago. This blog will be a chronicle of this new and perhaps fascinating (both for myself and for the readers) stage of my young tender life. No, I am not some kind of Iranian nun: My body does not belong to god. And nope, I don't think the body is a temple. I am also not, what is called an "incel," an involuntary celibate. Believe you me, this is all voluntary.>>>