Byline: Tokyo
I told a good friend here that there were several items I didn’t report from my Israel trip two months ago. He convinced me to write this first confession.
My partner, who was an Orange County housewife while I was a free-love hippy, had discouraged me from using blatant sex in my blogs. That policy has now changed until I see significant opposition from my readers, including a big drop in readership.
I was asked by a friend from my free-love days to investigate porn in Israel. I went to several porn shops and found nothing unusual. I emailed back a few photos of tattoos where pubic hair used to be, one was humorous (a bird’s nest) and the other was a devil face with his tongue appropriately hanging out.
I walked into another porn shop with two young male staffers and decided to ask them my direct question. “Is there any uniquely Israeli porn?” The guys seemed to relish the question and got into the act, so to speak. One walked over to some boxes of edible bras and opened a red one. Holding it up he said “this one shoots one bullet from each nipple.” The three of us laughed. The other guy went to another box and took it out of the glass case. It was a small rectangular dildo. He said: “You have your girl friend put this in her panties. You can activate it by cell phone when you’re on you’re way to her house.”