The diary of the fabulous Israel.

Shalom, Diary.

I would write in Hebrew to confuse Ludi if he finds this, but there aren't that many bondage terms in Hebrew for one--secondly, he's way too polite to read this. If he found it, he'd get all flustered and bring it to me so I wouldn't think he read anything in it. He's so cute!

Speaking of Ludi, I'm on a camping trip with him. He brought me to this cute little cottage at the top of a mountain. Isn't that PRECIOUS? I love it so much! He's such a doll, I swear. He's sweet and understanding, and a monster in bed. It's like I hated him for being my perfect guy. The only thing that bothers me about him is his conservativeness in bed. Sometimes he refuses to tie me up because he doesn't want to hurt me. That's the point of being tied up. Being at the mercy of your partner.

Honestly, he's like a dream. I thank God every day that I have him, Lutheran he may be. I've found somebody I love and trust with my body, my soul and my heart. I won't complain about who he is or what he follows in his faith. I mean, look at me. I'm the world's most rejected religion. What would I be if I pushed him away for being Christian? Not much.

Ah, Germany's calling me for dinner. It'd better not be wurst again, my stomach is very fragile... Diary, let's wish together for latkes! Bye~!