This was how I met Heinrick, the Aryan Fantasy Poster Boy from Berlin. Of course, he was tall, blond and bronzed, with piercing eyes as clear and blue as Nordic skies. He was almost too pretty to be a man, and I found myself incredibly drawn to him. As he flailed around in English, I enjoyed his lilting accent and grammatical missteps, and when “99 Luft Balons” came on, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the center of the dance floor. Until the last haunting words of the song – “Denk’ an Dich und lass’ihn fliegen” (“I think of you and let it go”) – I let myself pass as German.
I’d never been romantically involved with someone from Germany — as much as I believe that you should never blame the children for the sins of their parents (or in Heinrick’s case, grandparents), I know myself well enough to realize that I’d somehow end up asking (at the most inopportune time imaginable) “so where were Oma and Opa back in 1941 when my relatives were being herded off to Auschwitz?” (Now, wouldn’t that make for a riveting discussion around the dinner table? And I suppose this begs the question, could I even break-bread with Oma and Opa when they might have been Nazis, or at least sympathetic to the regime?) And while forgiving the past is an integral part of healing old wounds, it’s kind of hard to forget that many (certainly not all, but indeed many) Germans were more than willing to wave Auf Wiedersehen to their Jewish friends and neighbors during Hitler’s Final Solution.
But still, Heinrick was hot, and as we danced, I decided that he was coming home with me, Opa’s (possible) membership in the SS be damned! Besides, I rationalized, maybe his family was part of the resistance movement, bravely risking their lives to fight Hitler’s regime! Hey, you never know until you ask. And to be honest, at that point, in a haze of liquor-lust, it didn’t really matter, because I knew that Heinrick was Berlin-bound the next day, and disclosing family history would be more appropriate for the second or third date that we’d never have. I decided to indulge in the fantasy, and skip the existential crisis. I asked him if he wanted to catch a cab with me back to Berkeley, and he grinned and playfully grabbed my ass. Nothing lost in translation there.
Celebrating 10 Years & Marking the End of An Amazing Project
Celebrating 10 Years & Marking the End of An Amazing Project
At Jewrotica’s Evening of Bedside Readings, students declaimed monologues on sexual encounters that had a Jewish twist. At Columbia/Barnard Hillel, the speakers pushed their own boundaries by performing a range of explicit narratives that challenged how the audience thought of the relationship to Judaism and sex. During the speakers’ preparation, the arguments about which narratives would be appropriate forced students to take a stand and voice their opinion on their own beliefs about Judaism an… Read more
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Learning about sex and what’s right and wrong when it comes to sex from a Biblical standpoint was an eye opening experience. I completely enjoyed it and think something like this could be a very cool thing to bring to even high school aged Jewish youth groups.
The Jewrotica event “Evening of Jewrotica: Bedside Reading” was awesome. As Master of Confessions, I got to read the deepest, darkest secrets of people in the room out loud… It was scintillating, titillating, and – yes – even educational!
What an incredible night Jewrotica was!!!! There was this fantastic moment, in a sea of Jews of all sexualities, ages, backgrounds and denominations, that I realized we were all in this together! I hope that there are many more events coming to Austin soon!
You may not tell your mom that you’re going to a live Jewrotica reading (or whatever clever name you will dub these events) but you will tell your friends. However, both would be jealous if they find out that they missed it. I think it will only be a matter of time before Jewrotica helps us reclaim the term “Dirty Jew” the way rap music has done for “The ‘N’ Word.” I know I am now proud to be a Dirty Jew!
I attended and participated in last month’s Jewrotica event. The engaging performers and Ayo, our inviting host, inspired the audience to feel like one big community. What a great way to inspire our community to embrace sex as a beautiful thing that can be fun, exciting, sacred, sensual, ridiculous, scary and everything in between!
I’m so glad that Jewrotica is represented here at Jewlicious! It’s bringing voices that need to be heard in the Jewish discussion and Jewish climate environment.
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