Male Hotness

Getting away from the topic of problematic men, I’ve decided to post more on some of the good and the sexy here in Israel.  I hope nobody gets the idea from reading this blog, that this is a country berift of stunning examples of manhood.  In fact, per square meter, I’d say it’s comparable to my hometown, which is one reason I love being in Haifa.

Also, much like my hometown, there is a full spectrum of shades to choose from: asphalt noir to blinding blanc.  I should also clarify that the reason Moroccan guys are such reflexively self fucking dumbasses is because they are among the most handsome until they hit the wall at 30.  Like women, they are pretty until they start to age, so also like many women, they are cruel and stupid until they get some life experience under their belts.  By then though, their looks are gone.  Most Moroccan guys, sadly, start to prune-ify and grow massive pelts of hair everywhere except their heads by 27-35.

They swear to God though, that they are doing you a favor by speaking to you.  To be fair, in some cases, they are.  Much like Black guys in the U.S. they’re weaned on game.  So just because a Moroccan guy looks like a hairy troll by 30 doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a fan club.  If all you want out of it is sex, then you’ve come to the right place.  As manwhores go, they rival Romanians.  Just don’t get attached.

If you, like me, have a tendency to get attached though, I recommend nondescript mixed Sabras (born Israelis) with Ashkenazi fathers, the Polish, and the Russian.

…and with that, I’d like to share my thoughts on someone I encountered Saturday night, and make a few points.

Hypatia and I had just finished watching a show and dancing at the Polah, a pub downtown.  We were about to wait at the bus stop when a couple passed us.  The guy radiated strength and yet a strange refinement, even though he was wearing flip flops, some loose sweatpants, and a plain white t-shirt.  The girl, medium height, slim but not emaciated, with long dark brown hair, was actually dressed for casual going out.

It was obvious that this was a post coital situation.  He was walking her from his place to the bus stop.  What was striking about his appearance, aside of the masculine but well bred poise, was the eye patch.  He did not do as most would here, and wear a medical patch, glasses, a glass eye, or something that looked like hospital gear.  We’re talking satin black pirate patch with the slim strap at a classy angle.  One could tell he looked in a mirror and smiled.

He also had a slight limp, barely noticable with the rest of his poise, and lots and lots of scars.  I commented to Hypatia, “Damn, 50 Cent just passed us.”  We all had a nice conversation in which I found out that he was injured in a car accident, and that he’s actually old enough to remember pirates vs. ninjas…and of course prefers pirates.

I noticed that he sat while his girlfriend stood.  There wasn’t a whole lot of hand holding or other PDA.  He didn’t even kiss her before she left, just ordered calmly, “Call me when you get home to let me know you got there safely.”  Her mouth said the word, “Okay,” but the tone made it sound more like, “Yes Sir.”

As a favor to him, once Hypatia, I, and the girlfriend got on the bus, I made sure to continue the conversation Hypatia and I started earlier about femininity.  She was within earshot of my nutshell version of what went wrong and how a woman can fix being a bitch.  She was listening interestedly, but trying not to be too obvious.

Meeting a hot guy who is so in the ways that matter is a pleasure in and of itself.  I was happy that he laughed at my humor, and happy to drop a little knowledge on the girl that might one day save her place with him, if he’s looking for something long term.

This guy is an example of what’s right about real Israeli men.  As they say, here, if an Israeli guy is a pussy, he’s among the biggest pussies in the world, but if an Israeli guy is a man, then he’s one of the best of men in the world.


My pronouns are whatever you're comfortable with as long as you speak to me with respect. I'm an Afruikan and Iswa refugee living in Canaan. That's African American expat in Israel in Normalian. I build websites, make art, and assist people in exercising their spirituality. I'm also the king of an ile, Baalat Teva, a group of African spirituality adherents here. Feel free to contact me if you are in need of my services or just want to chat.


  1. what in the world are you doing in israel?

  2. I married an Israeli about 12 years ago.

  3. Morrocan dudes are totally hot. As are Egyptians. As are Lebanese, as are… well… all them there guys from around them there parts!

    You married an Israeli but you are still looking for guys? How does that work? Does he know? Does he mind? What gives?

    I hear there’s a lot of Ethiopians in Israel now. Those guys are beautiful too! If slightly on the skinny side…

  4. Many of the Israeli men that I’ve met have not had good attitudes. I’ll give them a pass. I prefer Arabs and Africans.

  5. Occidental, we married 12 years ago, but for the past 6 years, he has aged out. Every man reaches a certain age when what he needs works, and what he doesn’t really get into, doesn’t work. Hormones are not high enough to bridge the gap anymore.

    It’s the best argument in the world not to settle, but not to marry with sex as the highest priority either. It might not happen to a guy until 90, but it could happen as early as 45. You just never know, even if a guy is very healthy and has a normal testosterone level.

  6. …and yes, he knows about my affairs. It was his idea to see someone younger, but that did not work well for me. Guys under 45 are not looking for a 40 year old woman, and casual sex is something on the level of necrophilia for me. If I don’t feel something for the person, it’s not just pointless but unpleasant. If they don’t feel something for me, I can only suspend disbelief so far to convince myself that maybe they care but are broken and have intimacy issues.

    So in the end, I may well just spend the rest of my life celibate. I’d rather that than allow someone dead inside to put their cold, careless hands on me ever again.

  7. “Guys under 45 are not looking for a 40 year old woman,”

    In the US they are.

    Location, location, location!

  8. I should put it another way: I, at 40, am not looking for men under 45 either.

    By some bizarre twist of fate, some man under 45 may be attracted to me, and I may even be attracted to him for awhile…but eventually, the childish uncertainty about what the hell it is they want will begin to grate on my nerves and wear out my patience.

    When I said I need a “diamond cutter”, I meant it in more than one way. If he doesn’t know what to do with me, I damn sure don’t know what to do with him.

  9. I am SO glad you posted this. I am a poly woman, in a rlsntioaehip with two men. One of them is poly and Dominant. The other is monogamous and my slave. He would be DEVASTATED if he were expected to play outside of our rlsntioaehip in any manner, sexual or D/s related. In addition, while he’s comfortable and accepting of my rlsntioaehip with my other partner (who is my husband) and we’ve created a family unit together; he wouldn’t be comfortable with me having other lovers.It’s important that people be accepted for who they are, but not at the expense of another person being accepted for who they are! Monogamous people deserve to be accepted and recognized for who they are just as much as a poly person does!I read your posts religiously and regularly share them with others, especially my slave. Reading this, makes me proud to be one of your readers. Thank you for not being afraid to touch on things that go against the trend -we need people like you!Shannon

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