Nathan’s rules were, ‘no orgies, no meat’. So, no cock, no comfort.
Tag: lonely
Mike
After exertions, he told me more about his life. He is, of course, involved with someone, blah blah, they’re breaking up, blah blah, or maybe not, blah blah.
A fine day
With the sort of froideur you only find in people in glass booths or servants of minor European royalty, he told me to take a number.
Ido
It may have been my sympathetic manner, it may have been the badge that says ‘Cock’ that I wear on my lapel, maybe it’s Maybelline, who can tell, but Ido soon began to tell me scandalous stories about his busy sex life.
Mental hygiene
Maybe everyone thinks it’s his costume for Purim, a Bacon painting of a Screaming Pope.
A write-off
I discover that doing nothing is more fun than having nothing to do
Still dry
A man, Sharon, comes over. He’s wearing a kippa, which I find quite sexy.
The museum of me
It was like the movers hadn’t packed me, they’d archived me.
Se-juice me!
Tasks always take a stage or two more than you expect in Israel.
Men and dogs
Rufina’s face changes colour like a cuttlefish, pink to red to white. A tear runs down her cheek.
White Meat 