His most recent relationship had been with a pre-op f-m sex change, but Yaron grew bored and ended it.
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.
He sends me an email, ‘Since im back idont find myself here and cant wait to be back there.’ I know what he means.
Outside the Kabbalah Centre, by Diezengoff Square, a man eating a felafel approaches me. He has long, wild hair and a huge, wild beard, like Ben Gunn, or Roy Wood from Wizard. He has, obviously, never been convinced by the merits of conditioner. Much of the tahini from his lunch has been redistributed in his… Continue reading Beggars’ banquet
Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.