Taking a break
I’m taking a break from the net for a while. Nobody did anything wrong or anything, I just need some space.
I am going to try and make this during the weekend →
I’ll let you know if it is, in fact, the best vegetarian pasta sauce.
Except there is no wrong or right in love, guys. I have never fallen in love with a vagina. I have never cried when a vagina went away. A vagina has never broken my heart. A vagina has never made me so happy I could cry. A person did that. All of it.
“To be a Jew in the Twentieth Century I accept. I am of a people alive for centuries, 500 centuries, I am of a people of law and obligation, I am a man, German and English and Russian Jewish by heritage, To be a Jew in the 20th Century I accept. Yet, though I accept this gift, I seek a world where humans share joy with each other To be a Jew in the 20th Century I accept.
Is to be offered a gift,
- says Muriel Rukeyser, the poet.
Scapegoated as the butt for others’ distresses,
Called kike, Christ killer, and gassed in the ovens.
“To make their society pure,” they said.
The Temple twice destroyed; the dates were
Five hundred and eighty-six years before Christ
And seventy years after his death.
Even the dates bespeak an alien calendar.
Of ritual and celebration,
A people who created their code
To live and die by. Richly textured strands
Of joy and mystical oneness,
Of legalistic reasoning and family storytelling.
And at the center the book and the House of Prayer.
Self preserving and self identifying
A tradition of hope when there seemed no reason to hope,
Of dancing and singing when there seemed no reason to dance and sing.
Making sense of a world and creating significance
When neither seemed clearly given:
The encounter with the mystery and sanctity of life
These are my people.
“American by heritage, Revolutionary by choice,
Pulsating with the dignity of myself through the ages.
Is to be offered a gift,”
- says Muriel Rukeyser, the poet.
I accept not unto myself the continual rehearsal of our sorrow,
And our children’s sorrow,
The suffering of the ages, of this very century of Holocaust.
I am one of those who seek
Those moments of the past
Which resonate a new vision of reality,
I dare to be wholly Jewish and dare to be wholly human.
Take care with each other, delight in each other,
Build societies which serve all the people:”
Is to be offered a gift.”
My gay timeline
When the homo-inclined knew: 1990, I had a cute butch little girlfriend in kindergarten that used to put down her coat in the sandbox so I didn’t get my dress dirty
When everyone knew: 1992, little butch girlfriend holds hand of boy instead. Jenny is v. distressed. Dad tells Jenny there are plenty of fish in the sea. Jenny does not believe him. Clearly, lesbian feelings on display early.
The Outing: 1999, Jenny gets caught kissing ‘best friend’ by Mom. Jenny swears she was ‘just experimenting’
The Big Reveal: 2005. Jenny’s Mom is dead, life is miserable, so she figures she may as well come out while everything’s a mess.
Inspired by Autostraddle
Everyone should do theirs!
