The Kuwaiti Dishdasha

written by: Tantalize

Elongated in form like women’s dress. Headdressed like women’s hair. It flows without binding. It loosens without constricting. It emasculates, yet feminizes in subliminal disguise. It is a walking self-sufficient air-conditioning.

It sculpts the body into an animated celebrity by jacking up the chest, broadening the shoulders, tucking away the belly, lacing any head baldness, and accentuating the skin color, goatee and dark eyes on the face. It is a traditional cosmetic surgery for a man’s man as well as a modern advertising alter-ego: It’s a walking Kuwaiti penis ready for invitation.

Fresh, clean, and starched as a white-walking sexual vehicle, it amuses Arab tradition, and confuses Islamic execution. When the Kuwaiti dishdasha catwalks amidst women, it infuses female seduction; unleashes their wild and predatory female savagery. Women mentally fornicate, if not physically cuckold, or outright subconsciously undress their femininity into mere nakedness; into fantasy: into a fairytale orgy.

Thus, it transcends gender equality because it lends sensual inequality to women who have come to adore its luscious, yet scrumptious, yet lascivious material ambuguity. The ambivalent swagger. The stiff but upright physique. It comes towards in cool mania but dressed as weaponry. It wants to missile itself into you. It wants to confuse and allure you. Can’t you hear the “dishhhhhh” in its shasha (screen). Ahhhhhh; the ecstasy. The agony. The erotic liquidity.

The dishdasha is the model Kuwaiti man tucked under tightly woven cotton and ornate bodily knitting with unseen arabesques. Having one come your way steals your focus. Having one surround you brightens your own emphasis. Making love underneath it escalates tenderness and loosens unknown inhibitions.

It comments and compliments. It softens and broadens. It fascinates and sensually aggregates. It’s culture and attitude in one: CULTURETUDE!

[When was the last time you picked or were picked up by one?]

© TANTALIZE 2005