The ZoeversePersian lovers. I love Persian Men. I don’t know what it is, I have no idea why. Even the language turns me on. Something in the intonation. It could be that Iran is the new black. They’re an enemy to my birth country of the United States. I doubt it though, because I just don’t care about geopolitics that much. I just like them.
There’s a certain tenderness. Thousands of years of poetry. Hafez. Rumi. They were reputedly the only pre-modern empire that didn’t make use of slavery. Then again, ask modern Iran anything about their history and it comes up roses.
My heart goes out to the Iranian people. Maybe that’s it. A beautiful culture producing such lovely people, poisoned, tortured, twisted, and nearly, but not quite ruined by a vicious theocracy.
Persian lovers in my experience care deeply that I am enjoying myself, and often they ask me sweetly if I am. There’s something so exotic and mismatched in our outlook that we never see eye to eye. The tension is thick.
The actual sex though? Well. They’re from a country that separates genders too much to be good at it off the bat. But they’re a quick study. :)
For some reason I didn’t get into Persians until after I’d moved away from over a decade of living in Los Angeles, also referred to as Tehrangeles. It’s not the Persian descent ones I crave though, it’s the homegrown. I like them best after they’ve left Iran and cooked in a US university.
My Persian phase is past its peak, but hey, it was my perverted prerogative. ;)
My Berlin blind date takes place just after my second visit to Malta, which isn’t worth writing about. Normally I would not go to Berlin just for a blind date, but in this case it is Sepehr who has, since we met, consistently suggested the idea to both me and his best friend. I figure Read More
I haven’t seen Bardia or had his cock since Boston, it’s been just over a year. In the meantime he’s admitted to a PhD program at Cambridge. I’m proud of him, and note the weird mixture of feelings. I feel pride in a way that makes it obvious that I am older than him. There Read More
I’m standing in the street frowning because I am now missing a Persian stripper, and I’m at Burning Man, and my BachelorX Party is just hours away, and it’s burn night, and I’m at the height of my Persian phase. Where am I going to find a Persian stripper on burn night? My Australian neighbor Read More
Latest excruciating self-torture in The Zoeverse: Falling in love with monogamous men. I don’t fantasize. I replay. Recall an erotic encounter so intense I didn’t fully take it in, and then repeat it over and over again in my mind, deepening my relationship to it in every sweet, hot, juicy, dripping detail. Exquisite remembering. Perhaps Read More
Bardia is still roaming the country after our two trysts in Boulder, and I am in the Northeast, so like a good cougar woman I rent a car and drive 6 hours to meet him in Boston. I’ve retrieved some of my clothing from New York, which I know he will be pleased about. I Read More
The second Persian is four years after the first. And, Sepehr, I am so grateful for you. You were the transition in becoming a cougar. You set up the taste for Persians that still persists. Everyone needs a Persian Prince. Or five. I’m driving. Again, crossing the country. This time, I have taken every Interstate so Read More
The last day of Bardia’s first visit he begs begs me to do drugs and so I act as babysitter for him on LSD. It doesn’t occur to me how traumatic a student immigrant’s life might be, and how deep the fear of Iran goes in Iranians, nor does it occur to me that it Read More
As my desire for Persian men deepens, I reflect on the Persians I’ve been with before, and at first forget about Darab – my first Persian lover – because he doesn’t fit any of the profiles I’ve set up for myself around Persians. He is Baháʼí, not Muslim. He is my age, or slightly older, Read More
I’m spending a couple months at my parents’ house in Boulder, Colorado. Boulder is homogenous, wealthy, and white, and I am bored and restless. I begin accepting Couchsurfers, looking for some diverse interactions. A 25-year old Persian from Shiraz, Iran who has studied in the US for the last 4 years contacts me. His profile Read More
So I’m in bed with Bardia, 25, Persian, from Shiraz but has lived in the US for 4 years. I’m looking at our legs, crossed. His body is long and lanky, thicker around the hips and smaller around the shoulders. He shows signs of growth spurts, which I slyly map with my eyes so that Read More