quixotic chaotic

I don’t give a flying fuck what you look like. If you tell me you’re a woman, then you’re a woman. If you tell me you’re a man, then you’re a man. If you tell me you’re more than one gender or non-binary or agender or anything else, then that’s what you are. That’s your call to make, not mine.

If you’re not telling the truth for some reason, I’ll still respect that, because I understand that it’s sometimes easier to misgender yourself than to endanger yourself, or maybe you’re just not comfortable coming out to me or the other people around you. Again, your call.

And if the next time we meet you tell me you’re a different gender, then guess what! I’m going to respect that, too.

I really didn’t have plans to color this. But then my hand slipped. This pose has been done by others, but by golly do I like the idea of Bilbo luring Thorin away from his desk.

Marwan Hawash unlocks a heavy iron door located in a small alley in Jaffa, the Arab part of Tel Aviv. The door leads into the so-called “Cave”, a vaulted two-room hall. Red neon writing on the wall says “Loulou” in Arabic: It means “pearls.” The bar is called “Anna Loulou,” or “I am pearls.”

Without any political declarations, the bar has become one of the very few locations where Israelis and Palestinians, whether straight or gay, party together in a nonchalant way, all of them seemingly comfortable in their religious, national and sexual identities.

“This is the place where you can be exactly who you are,” said 32-year-old Alma Itzhaky, a Jewish artist born in Tel Aviv and co-owner.

Inside the bar the bringing Israelis and Arabs together