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
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’.
I’m into Jewrotica. I went in for my second circumcision.
The people behind Jewrotica are quite quality! I have confidence that any project these folks take on will be equally quality.
Jewrotica is inspiring Jews and erotica with holiness and coolness, and is the pride of progressive Judaism. Jewrotica – awesome!
I’m Heshy Fried from Frum Satire and I am very, very frum. And I completely support Jewrotica – it’s doing a service to the frum community. We need some sort of kosher sexual education. Jewrotica even has a system that allows frum filters to filter out certain things to make it PG for us. It’s mamish Torah. It’s like The Little Midrash Says for sex.
I love the inclusiveness – there is something for everyone, in and out of the Jewish community.
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!
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!
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!
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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