Returning to Baghdad ten years after the invasion and finding biker gangs, gay activists and a metal band named Dog Faced Corpse.
Back in Baghdad, ten years after the US invasion.
Hanging out with Baghdad's beleaguered emos.
Remembering the activists ten years on.
And as hard as I tried, I'm glad I was never sent to spend time with the troops out there.
I spent a good part of 2005 hanging out with a security team in a garage in Baghdad.
This man says that State death squads are carrying out a gay genocide.
Most people in Baghdad don't leave their houses at night. They don't rent movies. They don't go to bars. Mostly, they sit huddled in dingy shacks and wait and watch and hope that the occupying army will lift its curfew.