Written by Shayna Abramson. For more work by Shayna, check out Kiruv.
Do you remember that night when I felt your breasts for the first time? They were round and soft, except for your hard nipples, which fit perfectly into the space in between my forefinger and my thumb. I wanted to nibble, but the store-owner was giving us a funny look, and you giggled when I pushed you up against the beer cans. I could feel my groin on yours, and we started grinding.
I had never understood why the rabbis considered collar-bones erotic, until I kissed yours. But then again, I had never understood the laws of yichud until I tried having a platonic sleepover with a friend I was sexually attracted to. Lesson learned: The chances of the sleepover remaining platonic are pretty slim if the lights aren’t off yet and he’s already kissed your breasts.
I never thought I would feel the breasts of another woman – not because it was forbidden (spending the night with men isn’t exactly lauded by the rabbis), but because it just never appealed to me – until I met you. You had hair blacker than a raven’s wings – yes, I know that’s cliche – and when you tossed it, you moved your neck in a certain way that made me just want to kiss you. It was like Zionism: I couldn’t explain it.
That night, after we had grinded up against the beer aisle, I bought you some wine, and you took me up to your apartment. You lived on the top floor of a walk-up, and the staircase lights weren’t working, so we reached to steady each other in the dark. There they were, your breasts again, my fingers feeling for your nipples beneath the cotton of your shirt. “You really should buy a jacket.” You laughed. “I liked being cold”, you said.
Your apartment was dark; I could barely see the outline of the chanukiah you had by your window, the shades drawn up slightly, so that those on the street would see the testament to God’s miracles. It was the fourth night – exactly halfway through the festival. Jerusalem had started preparing for it a month earlier, when bakeries started selling jelly donuts in the streets. I was a little nervous that with all of my Chanukah donut-pre-gaming, I might have developed a set of love-handles.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Where to put the wine.”
“Give it to me and take your coat off.”
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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’.
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!
I’m into Jewrotica. I went in for my second circumcision.
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.
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
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!
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.
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!
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.
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.
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