Richard Burton, the soldier and explorer from the 1800s, went disguised to a brothel and observed Afghan men having sex with little boys. It has been known forever.
Maybe San Francisco should be renamed Kabul.
John Masters: ‘Bugles and a Tiger, an autobiography published in 1956.
“Lawrence noted the tendency of the Arabs to homosexuality. It was the same among the Pathans. ‘A woman for business, a boy for pleasure, a goat for choice’ is an old Pathan proverb, and one of the most famous of Pathan songs, the ‘Zakhmi Dil’ (’Wounded Heart’) begins with the words, ‘There’s a boy across the river with a bottom like a peach, but, alas, I cannot swim.’ I do not know why homosexuality should affect various peoples so differently, but there was something startlingly incongruous about the idea when associated with these fierce men, physically the hardest people on earth - they use sharp stones for toilet paper - and with the vast, grim jaggedness in which they live. A Pathan walks with the grace of a man-eating tiger, in long and unhurried strides, with a lift to them. He carries his head insolently up and his shoulders carelessly back, but without any stiffness as from drilling. Pathans often have pale-blue eyes, untamed and a little terrifying, and the young men’s eyes are rimmed with kohl. Gritty dirt is ingrained in their skin, and soles of their feet are like cracked leather. They often wear roses in their long hair, and I frequently wish I could see a Pathan entering a gay cocktail party given by Manhattan fairies.”