When I arrived in Israel in August, Uncle David arranged to meet me for dinner near my seminary. We sat at a table outside an old house that had been converted into a bright bohemian café overlooking a well-kept garden. My uncle ordered for both of us in a flawless Israeli accent, explaining in detail which wine he wanted with his ravioli, and asking about the quality of the fish before ordering trout for me. When I looked closely, I could see some of my mother and grandmother in him, but it was clear he’d done his best to outgrow his family, a calculated gruffness evident in his facial hair and the way he moved his jaw. During dessert he slid a key to his apartment across the table to me and told me to let myself in whenever I needed to get away from the other girls.
“These days I spend a couple nights a week at my girlfriend’s apartment anyway.”
I swallowed a piece of tiramisu and put my fork down. “You have a girlfriend?”
He laughed. “For six years now.”
“Why haven’t you told my mother? Or your mother?”
“I’m not going to marry her,” he said, his voice even and pleasant in a way that seemed incongruous.
“Why not?”
“She doesn’t have time to be my wife. People would expect us to have children, and neither of us want to.” He sipped his wine, then put the glass back down on the table and ran his thumb around the rim, not looking at me. “There are lots of reasons. It just wouldn’t work.”
Uncle David was on a business trip in Ireland for the week, and he’d asked me to water his plants, reminding me I was free to sleep on the day bed in the study. I stood still in the dining room, holding onto the back of a chair and listening for sounds from the street, but there were none. Across from me a bookcase was full of CDs filed in rows, with extras jammed in sideways, leaning into each other. My uncle’s taste was much more eclectic than I had expected; there was very little of the subdued classical music that my parents listened to. I pulled out an album of Louis Armstrong’s Big Band Classics and fed the disc into the stainless steel CD player. The first song to come on was ‘Fascinating Rhythm.’
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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
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’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.
Jewrotica is something that the community has needed for a long time so that people can actually learn, express and share and have good relationships without having to stumble through life. Check out the site and learn something. Have fun!
Jewrotica was everything I had dreamed of and more: sexy attendees, tantalizing confessions, and well-written literature to boot! More importantly, it empowers us Jews to reach inside and own our sexy selves and heritage!
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.
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!
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!
Jewrotica is inspiring Jews and erotica with holiness and coolness, and is the pride of progressive Judaism. Jewrotica – awesome!
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