Born and raised in a Tel Aviv suburb, I had a glorious analogue childhood. Did my mandatory 3-year stint in the army, graduated in Computer Science, quickly ditched it for digital marketing, had few girlfriends, married a gorgeous Austrian, got divorced, moved to London at 37, and started dating men at 40.
I identify as bisexual (currently parked on the men side). I’m not big on identity labels - I might call myself a Londoner or a city boy, but I don’t lose sleep over being Israeli, Jewish, or queer. I had a fairly peaceful upbringing - no closet horror stories, no self-hate, always surrounded by a functional family and a big circle of friends. Coming out in a later stage of life was a smooth ride. I don’t have a huge emotional baggage and I don’t seek for society validation. I know, I’m privileged.
Now in my late 40s, I’m looking at the gay scene with fresh (and skeptical) eyes—as someone on the edge of both camps: not quite hetero-suburbia with the school-run crowd, and not fully immersed in the rainbow rave either. Disclaimer: Yes, there’s a whole spectrum out there. No, I’m not trying to speak for everyone. I’m going for the overall shape of the mainstream(ish).
