Diva suggested that to really understand where I am, I need to make a sincere attempt to sustain an actual relationship with an Israeli man. So the next time I had the opportunity, I didn’t run away screaming or make the usual paranoid accusations while laughing in his face. I promised him that I wouldn’t…
I am still reeling from the disorientation of learning the differences between a gigantic sexual market and a tiny one. In the U.S. I was considered very cool and easygoing. Here, I’m clingy, obsessive, and paranoid. Sometimes I freeze someone out or say something incredibly ill timed and stupid just because I don’t know what…
[sc name="responsivevoice" ][/sc] Today I finished clearing out my workshop for LE’s arrival. I don’t know how long he’s going to be here this time, but it’ll probably be a couple of months. This time I’ll see if he can come up to Tiberias with me and Diva every couple of weeks or so, instead…
Yesterday, I spelled out the game. Now I’m going to make it very clear that I am not playing. If I have to be cruel to someone to keep them, I would rather not. Besides, there are a few guys around who have some damned sense. A few of them are my bros. If a…
[sc name="responsivevoice" ][/sc] Over the past few months, my personal Mrs. Havisham, Diva, has been schooling me on Israeli men. She explained NMS, and this helped me a lot. Now, we’ve moved to practical dating advice, and I am having one of those, “Oh FUCK!” moments. I learned today that, for Israeli standards, I am…
Once upon a time, a fine, sturdy, medicine woman went on a journey across the big lake. She found herself in a strange land with many new and wonderful sights and sounds. She learned about the local plants and animals, and enjoyed many new pleasures, but she still missed some things from home…mainly raspberries. One…