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For most of my life, I carried an inner conflict rooted in race and ethnicity.
My father: half Greek, half British.
My mother: Egyptian, with a trace of Lebanese.
Me: born in Montreal, stitched together from all of it.
I spent years rejecting a part of myself—
the Egyptian part
I saw it as:
Hostile.
Homophobic.
Misogynistic.
Aggressive.
Disrespectful of boundaries.
So when my work as a shaman pulled me back to this land, I knew it wasn’t just about the work.
It was about reconciling the conflict within me.
In August 2025, I returned to Cairo with a clear intention:
To find the things I feared most.
I sought hostility, homophobia.
I looked for the sneer, the shove, the dismissal of women.
I wanted to meet the monster face-on.
But Cairo wouldn’t give me it.
Instead, it gave me kindness.
Open arms.
Laughter with strangers
Tenderness.
Heat.
Sex.
And, most of all, Freedom.
The conflict inside me was melting.
In its place: a wild, rippling, pulsating freedom.
