Written by Ambi Sitham. Ambi, a first-time Jewrotica writer, was born and raised in London to immigrant parents from Sri Lanka. She is a lawyer cum expert commentator, author and host and currently lives in Los Angeles.
As a buck-toothed, awkward, geeky 11-year-old, I set off for secondary school to the esteemed Henrietta Barnett School. Renowned for academic excellence and a tough work ethic, yet with no school fees, my successful entry into the school was a huge relief to my parents who were already forking out a small fortune for my brother’s school fees.
HBS, as it was nicknamed, was set in the leafy middle class enclave of Hampstead Garden Suburb, a short bus ride from Golders Green and not far from my home in Hendon, yet worlds apart. Rather like its surroundings, the social demographic of the school was composed of mainly girls from upper middle class families whose parents were grateful to be saving on school fees whilst not having to compromise on education. Ethnically, the demographic was split between Christians and Jews (with Christians being a slightly larger majority) with a smattering of Asians and others belonging to different religious/spiritual backgrounds. Whilst the school was largely dominated by the middle classes, the joy of it not being fee-paying meant entry was not determined by wealth or social status and therefore opened up the school to those like myself who didn’t come from privileged backgrounds but did have families that were focused on getting us the best education possible, and who passed the hurdles of the various examinations and interviews.
I am a first generation immigrant born in London to Sri Lankan-born parents who came from a largely Hindu (with a smattering of Catholic) background and who had denounced all religion only a few years previously and had become Raja Yogi devotees. I didn’t consider myself to be affiliated with any religion but believed and conversed in my own way with a higher power that I sometimes called G-d.
Having attended an ethnically diverse primary school where white children were actually in the minority and middle class kids were pretty much non-existent, HBS was a whole new world to me. The first few months of school passed in a blur of adjustment. I settled into a group of friends who became very much my gang, and I was subjected to streaming for the first time (I was in the bottom set for pretty much everything apart from English) as well as intensive parents evenings, (“subordinate” and “daydreamer” were words that I became used to hearing that year – they would be key adjectives for most of my academic school life and to some extent ended up defining my young adolescent personality.)
The other adjustment was assemblies. The rigmarole of assemblies at HBS took some getting used to. We were split into Christian assemblies with hymn-singing and biblical lectures and Jewish assemblies. It was merely assumed that non-Jews would attend Christian assemblies and for the first few months I dutifully trotted off with the other non-Christians and non-Jews, and would suffer in silence even though I couldn’t bear to sing hymns and the Christian biblical lectures did nothing for my soul.
It just so happened that my closest friends at school were pretty much all Jewish and I always felt a sense of sadness and isolation when we would separate for assemblies. This feeling of separation was compounded on a trip to the local synagogue as part of a religious studies class. As our class walked into the synagogue for conservative Jews (known as the United Synagogues in the UK), I felt a sense of awe that I had never experienced before in my life. As our teacher and the Rabbi made small talk and the Rabbi started explaining the basic premise and tenets of Judaism, I found myself distracted by a huge scroll sitting on what looked like a lectern. I ignored the Rabbi’s lecture as I found myself inexplicably drawn to the scroll and felt myself shuffling closer to it. Unable to resist I reached out to touch the pages with the strange script that was completely foreign yet simultaneously utterly familiar.
Before my fingers could touch what I soon discovered was the Torah the Rabbi barked at me: “please don’t touch it” and I swivelled around to see him staring icily at me whilst my religious studies teacher started to apologise whilst giving me a look that clearly showed I had stepped out of line.
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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.
My opinion on Jewrotica is: It’s sexy. It’s awesome. It’s Judaism to the next level. It’s what we should all be getting into!
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!
Jewrotica is awesome. It expands the mind and for people who were raised with narrow views on sexuality. Whether you are Jewish or not, or in different sects of Judaism like Orthodox, Conservative or Reform, no matter what your background or where you’re from, Jewrotica gets you to see Judaism and how it relates to sexuality in new ways. I really appreciate Ayo being here and helping us learn different ways to connect with our sexuality.
While many people fear the “sex talk,” Jewrotica offers an opportunity for writers and audiences to speak about sexuality in a open and safe space. When I attended a Jewrotica reading, I heard stories that reminded me that love takes many forms, and that expressing it is a vital part of who we are as a people.
I stepped out of my comfort zone to be a part of this. I was glad to open up the topic of sexuality in my community. We are trying to build a safe space to talk about sex. The result I am most happy about coming from this event is that hopefully now my friends know they can come and talk to me, that I can be their ‘safe space’.
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!
The people behind Jewrotica are quite quality! I have confidence that any project these folks take on will be equally quality.
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!
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.
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