“I’m poly,” I wrote her. “So it’s complicated.”
“How come I’m only finding out now?” She wanted to know. “Most poly people put it in their profile. I am not poly.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I forgot to add it.”
Shame is a bitch.
A motherfucking cuntbusting bitch.
Of all negative emotions, it’s the one that hits me the hardest, because it challenges my very existence.
To stare in the face of your shame is to stare into...
The following is a guest post by Yair Gordon. I found his response articulate, poignant, and personal, stating in different tones a lot of the issues and personal grievances I struggled with myself in Judaism. I relate a lot to the feeling of having given my all,...
Fear.
It was the name of the entire minority.
There are Blacks, there are Hispanics, there are “The fearful ones”.
Like the shittiest gang name ever.
They looked around at a country full of...
Blessed art thou God, who gave the rooster knowledge to differentiate between day and night
Every morning, the wakeup ritual was the same. Someone would drag a boom box into the dormitory hallway, and crank out the same Miami Boys song as loudly as...
Psychedelics have played a key part in my growth and healing past traumas.
When I have spoken about them in the past, more people have asked me about my experiences, and I finally sat down to complied a rough overview of my own...
I hated Morah Tova for about 12 years. I was proud of how much I hated her. My mother says she was a frustrated artist. I remember telling her she was not invited to my birthday party. She seemed unfazed.
I hated going to...
I used to walk by the cheder at any time of day or night and just hear singing from within. It was magical. At night, the lights would glow from the building. I would tell my mother “Some day I’m going to go there, right?” and she’d...
We didn’t have summer vacation at school. We studied every single day of the year. So the transition from one grade to the next was a simple act of gathering up your books one morning and moving over to the next classroom.
The transition...
When I became bar mitzvah, things got intense. I knew that everything until then had been child’s play, just practice for the real thing. Now we were playing for real, and every move I make and every law I break, He’ll be watching me.
Even More Freidom
Our Father in Heaven
Our father in heaven they sayThe father of mercyBut as an almighty beingHe hath chosen...
The Sweetness of Melons
"Never was there as happy a time," the Mishna says, "than Tu B’av. Because on...
What’s My Hebrew Birthday?
Are you wondering how old you are in Jewish?
This handy...