Why do I even bother with straight guys?

Listen, there's no accounting for it but I do get along better with gay men. This week, any dull moment has been totally enlivened by the likes of Little Yossi, Marcus or Yair. These cute nerds walk into a room and everything is suddenly fun. Gilad today showed me the underground manifesto of his former anarcho-queer roommate Uri.
"Emmmm, how do you say the word for the one who emmm receives the penis in his anal?"
"Um, the bottom?"
"Emmm, maybe."
Uri has published a zine about the many ways to take something into your ass, and it is for sale at Salon Mazal, the ultra left wing bookshop/library/vegan café in central Tel Aviv near Shenkin street. Gilad tells me that Mazal is too radical for his tastes now (I guess he's old at 27 for this sort of narashkeit) but that they carry some important literature.