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No picnic

October 16, 2017November 14, 2017 Posted in Alberto, Food, Friends, gay, leaving Tel Aviv, mansoon, Nathan, Rufina, Sex, Ulpan5 Comments

She lies on a rug with Alberto, they are playful with each other, then nap, their bodies touching, like incestuous twins.

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Rain, at last

October 9, 2017 Posted in drought, Friends, gay, mansoon, Nathan, Olive Korner, Sex1 Comment

You are cute and cute and enjoy the beautiful hugs of life. And I actively love kissing hugs and blowjob pussy flowing.

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My first night in Tel Aviv

September 28, 2017November 15, 2017 Posted in Food, gay, Moving, Shimon5 Comments

We’re drunk and happy, and howl into the night, like wolves in the forest.

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Fat fatty fat fat

June 23, 2017February 4, 2022 Posted in Food, Olive Korner, Uncategorized2 Comments

Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.

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Friday night dinner

June 20, 2017January 29, 2018 Posted in Alberto, Food, Friday night, Nathan, Rufina, Uncategorized1 Comment

Nathan pretends to look serious and says, ‘We can talk about politics, if you want,’ and laughs, then repeats himself. We stop talking about Eurovision.

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A year in Tel Aviv

I arrived in Israel from London in November, slightly dazed. The process of getting here had been smooth, maybe too easy. What would I do here? What would I find? Who would I meet? Would I stay?

This blog is my attempt to answer those questions. The posts aren’t in any sort of chronological order.

White Meat, by the way, is what
Israelis call pork.

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