I go to the bank to check money has been transferred and to convert it into shekels. My rent won't be paid without it. This simple job took nearly three anxious weeks last month, but has gone more smoothly this time. I'm thrilled to learn the pound has strengthened by a minuscule amount since I… Continue reading Nathan loves Alberto loves Rufina
Category: gay
Still dry
A man, Sharon, comes over. He's wearing a kippa, which I find quite sexy. He doesn't want me to wait for him outside. I later learn this is because he's nervous of what people would think, an older man meeting a younger man. He doesn't look it, but he is only sixteen years younger than… Continue reading Still dry
Se-juice me!
Le’al tells me that she’s returning to Toronto in a month to finish her law studies. Her husband will follow her in a year, when he’s given a visa. She says she finds it difficult to make friends, which surprises me. She is a gorgeous girl, friendly, sweet, clever. We talk about keeping in touch and… Continue reading Se-juice me!
Pride
Many, many, gay men and women in town. More, even, than usual. Rainbow flags everywhere; hanging from balconies, flying from lampposts, in café windows. If this isn’t the gayest city in the world it is, at least, trying to be. After breakfast at the Nahat I walked to Meir Park, off King George, where it all… Continue reading Pride
Breakfast of champions!
He shows me the top of his tattoo, which is of a large feather. It’s well drawn, actually. It starts at the small of his back and, I don’t really want to imagine, sweeps downwards.
Sex! (A drought)
I reached the shop, down a short alley, and knocked on the door. I knocked again.
A moist lesbian
She would like to open a bicycle cooperative in Tel Aviv, which is about the most lesbian thing anyone could do, possibly.
