The Hebrew University of Jerusalem, Mount Scopus-
Mya: "Anthropology..., what is anthropology, I hear you ask? Well, broadly speaking we are interested in people, human societies and formation of culture. We draw on social, linguistically and biological sciences, the humanities and the natural sciences to explain human behaviour and interaction with society".
That's me, Mya Kahan, I am a 28-year old junior lecturer at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, and you guessed it, I am an anthropologist. But with some important differences- I am not a geeky-looking virgin girl, but a fashionably dressed tanned brunette who gives male students hard-on's just by passing up and down the lecturer theatre. Depending on my mood, I could turn up to class in jeans or short skirts and I am almost always in heels. On the day of this lecture, I was wearing high heel leather boots, short black skirt and a low-cut white top. The sound of my heels pacing the lecture stage had all the male students looking, and when I fixed them a stare with my big green eyes, they would melt away. Inevitably, the female students are jealous, but I suspect they are also turned on, and I think I could turn them if I wanted too.
Mya: "Who has heard the story of Sodom and Gomorrah?" All the students raise their hands. "Who can tell me what it's about?"
Yep, this lecture was looking at the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah and what it tells us about society and their relationship to sexuality. Living in the 'Holy Land' makes this question more acute, and urgently in-need of addressing, for while Tel-Aviv may be the gay capital, but gay rights are under threat here in Jerusalem. This is in part because we are a conservative city with a large population of ultra-orthodox Jews, who are gaining enormous amount of political power and much of the local municipality is in their hands. Their rise, as well as, the conflict with the Palestinians, is turning Israel into a much more right-wing and hard-line country. Take a look at the findings of numerous surveys on Israeli society, 68% of Israeli's do not believe that an Israeli woman should be allowed to marry a non-Jew. This threatens me and my secular lifestyle- there are private charities- who are partly supported by the government, who aim to stop Jewish girls from dating Arab guys. In any case, we do not have civil marriage in Israel, only religious marriage, and if you're not recognized as Jewish you cannot marry a Jew.
This leads me to the second thing that distinguishes me from my peers, I am an activist and I have a dissenting reputation. I am a constant target for both the right and left in Israel and my position at university is under constant threat. My family has always been leftist, my grandfather was an professor of Mathematics and Physics at the University of Berlin. He was one of the youngest people to ever obtain professorship, aged 29, but he was also a communist. He started out as a Yiddish-Communist or Bundist, but then moved away from it and into the general German Labor movement. He was unfortunate, he obtained his professorship in 1933, and it was short lived due to the rise of Nazism in Germany. He finally fled Germany for Palestine in 1938, when he found out he was on the Gestapo's list. He hated Palestine when he arrived, it was hot and foreign to him and he wasn't an enthusiastic Zionist. He joined a socialist Kibbutz's and worked as a farmer for a while.
In the 1950's he met and married my grandmother, Daisy, who was an Iraqi Jewish immigrant from Baghdad. Marriages between European Ashkenazi Jews and Mizrahi Arab Jews were rare in those days and they had to put up with a lot of racism. My father, David, was born out of the union and he went on to become a famous left-wing, liberal Zionist journalist and author. He had columns in Ha'aretz, one of Israel's most famous newspapers which are read abroad. He also authored eight novels and three history books. But despite being part of the left, he is still a Zionist and my anti-Zionism is too much for him, we haven't spoken in a while. To make matters worse, my brother Aaron is a professional solider and officer in the Israeli Defence Force, I haven't spoken to him in-a-while either. They call themselves liberals, but they are failed liberals who haven't achieved much and they are just as racist as the far-right in this country.
But I have something to confess, I regularly seek out Palestinian men for sex and I even pay some for sex. I especially like rough, working-class, fighters they are dreamy. After today's lecture, I ran into Ahmed who is from Silwan neighbourhood in Jerusalem, he is 19-years old and already a sexual stud. He has already been to prison a number of times for demonstrating- and he loves to fuck. I get excited seeing his frame and darkish-skin.
Mya: "Ahlan ya Habibi, Weynek? (Hello my love, where have you been?) I've been thinking about you? In fact the other day, I felt very lonely, and really wanted to see you."
Ahmed: "You know how it is. And I think about you all the time, as a matter of fact, I was thinking about you this morning."
Ahmed says to me with a widening grin, I know what he is thinking, because I'm thinking it too. I'm desperate for a nice Arab cock, I've gone a week without one. Last week, I was at a demonstration in Bil'in, and I met two hunky Palestinian guys. One was 27 and married the other was 19, but he had an enormous cock. We went back to an empty office and had a hot threesome. One from behind, the other at the front and they took me in turns, so both got to use my front and behind. Of course, I sucked both of them off and when I was returning from the West Bank, I was actually stopped by soldiers. They pulled me aside and 'showed' concern that I was meeting Arab men. I denied it and smiled, because while they were questioning me, they believed I was a sweet naïve girl who might have been taken advantage off. And they didn't know, I could still taste both the Arab guys cum in my mouth, so I smiled.
Mya: "Oh yeah? What were you thinking?"
I say this, as I stick a lollipop in my mouth and offer Ahmed another lollipop, which he refuses and he is left to watch me bite and suck.
Ahmed: "I was thinking about how beautiful you are and your sweat smile. And what I want to do to you, If I saw you."
Sucking more on the lollopop, I say, "Oh yeah? What are you planning to do to me now that you have seen me?"
Ahmed hand reaches out and he begins to stroke my hair "I was thinking of cuming on that pretty little face of yours."
Hearing Ahmed say that really excites me, I can feel my nipples becoming hard and I can feel my body tingling. Despite my confident nature, I do get nervous and even blush from time to time and this was a moment when I felt nervous. We are in the middle of the university, anyone can hear us, and we are talking so dirty to one another. Some students and faculty members in the distance are looking at us, many do not know, but probably suspect that I have relationships with Arabs. My career is already under threat because of my activism and this will only add accelerant to the fire. I'm already barred from visiting many institutions in the country, because of my pro-Palestinian beliefs, which means if I get fired from here, I will not be able to find another job very easily. But to be honest, this sense of danger and injustice, only seems to fuel my desire. In a funny kind of way, what I am thinking of doing with Ahmed, is essential to peace and co-existence and there is a certain nobility to it. For many Israeli Jews the Arabs are repugnant and antithetical to all that is Israeli and only through relationships like mine, can we overcome this psychological barrier to peace.
Mya: "Mmmmm. And I want to let you."
Ahmed: "Let's stop beating around the bush, I want you and you want me, so let's just go for it."
Mya: "Come on, let's go to the bathroom. I know where we can get an out of order sign, so we wouldn't be disturbed."
Risky does not even begin to describe this, having sex in the university's lavatory, but every since I tried Arab cock for the first time five years ago, I've become quite a risk-taker. I head to the janitors closet, which is usually unlocked during the day, and today was no different. I took the keys to the bathroom and the necessary signs. I place them in-front of an empty bathroom and me and Ahmed rush in. I heat is racing and I can't believe what I am about to do. As soon as the door is locked, I jump onto Ahmed and tie my legs around his waist and my arms around his back. I move in and begin to kiss him passionately; my tongue gently teases his mouth. My tongue enters and rubs up against his wet tongue and then I withdraw and then repeat the process.
