Nathan’s rules were, ‘no orgies, no meat’. So, no cock, no comfort.
Tag: meat
Sausage party
What I missed, every day, yearned for, actually, was a British-style pork sausage. I dreamt of them. At least I think it was sausages I saw in my dreams.
My first night in Tel Aviv
We’re drunk and happy, and howl into the night, like wolves in the forest.
A respectable organ
He laughs. “I wish! I wish you’d fuck me.” He howls this into the night. He doesn’t care who hears. “Fuck you all!”
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.
My new sort-of passport
Dan shook my hand and smiled and said, ‘Welcome home,’ and I felt emotional again.
White Meat 