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Frankfurt

March 31, 2018March 31, 2018 Posted in Friends, leaving Tel Aviv, Nathan, Sex2 Comments

Nathan’s rules were, ‘no orgies, no meat’. So, no cock, no comfort.

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Sausage party

December 28, 2017December 28, 2017 Posted in Food6 Comments

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.

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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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A respectable organ

September 8, 2017September 8, 2017 Posted in Food, Friends, Olive Korner, Shimon, UncategorizedLeave a comment

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!”

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A moist lesbian

June 20, 2017August 7, 2017 Posted in Food, gay, Megan, Nathan, Saarit, Ulpan, Uncategorized3 Comments

She would like to open a bicycle cooperative in Tel Aviv, which is about the most lesbian thing anyone could do, possibly.

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My new sort-of passport

June 20, 2017February 4, 2022 Posted in Dan, Din, Food, Nahat, Nathan, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Dan shook my hand and smiled and said, ‘Welcome home,’ and I felt emotional again.

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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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