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The things I’ll miss…

February 12, 2018January 25, 2022 Posted in beach, Friends, leaving Tel Aviv, Nahat, Olive Korner2 Comments

I’d ask myself, How did I get here? How did this happen? then remember, and forget again, and carry on like everything was normal, which of course it was.

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Ido

December 22, 2017 Posted in Friends, gay, Nahat, Olive Korner, Sex2 Comments

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.

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Gibbering monkey

October 6, 2017 Posted in Moving2 Comments

He sits back in his black, leather chair, makes a steeple with his fingers, and is definitely in charge, while I sit on the edge of my seat, lean forward and gibber like the monkey I really am.

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Water, water, everywhere…

August 16, 2017February 4, 2022 Posted in drought, Nathan, Olive Korner, Sex, Uncategorized2 Comments

I notice a couple on a third floor balcony of the Royal Beach having sex. We watch the distant, bobbing figures for a while.

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Woman with moustache

July 28, 2017August 25, 2017 Posted in Friends, UncategorizedLeave a comment

I am distracted, and slightly repelled, by her moustache, can hardly take my eyes off it, actually…

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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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