Hello all,
This week I am reading erotic fiction in public!
Thursday, June 30
Bad Dates/Bad Sex literary reading
6-8pm, $6 includes one drink
Cornelia St. Cafe (Cornelia St. in W. Village)
I will be reading the only known short story about a girl with a Jew fetish.
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Through all this, I never had a desire to convert. I wanted to love Jewish men, consume them through sex, marry a man in a yarmulke. Just as I wouldn't have dated a convert, a fake Jew, I wouldn't have become one. I wanted Judaism from the outside.
College was novel in bringing me into contact with non-Jews who were also not religious nuts. There were ardent atheists (the ones I avoided because of their likeliness to spring back to Christianity in one dramatic swoop), casual atheists, guiltily lapsed Catholics, infrequent Hindus and Muslims, and white hippie "Buddhists" who, I suspected, were making it up as they went along.
During the times I wasnt fucking, I was alone. A guy from my Problems in Epistemology class--a sort of benign, blond guy who was of no temptation to me--noted my hollowness and nihilism and pounced, thinking I was someone whose hollowness could be filled by Christ. He left me little pamphlets about how Jesus loved me. No, I said, my hollowness is literal; it can only be filled by Jewish cock.
This week I am reading erotic fiction in public!
Thursday, June 30
Bad Dates/Bad Sex literary reading
6-8pm, $6 includes one drink
Cornelia St. Cafe (Cornelia St. in W. Village)
I will be reading the only known short story about a girl with a Jew fetish.
---
Through all this, I never had a desire to convert. I wanted to love Jewish men, consume them through sex, marry a man in a yarmulke. Just as I wouldn't have dated a convert, a fake Jew, I wouldn't have become one. I wanted Judaism from the outside.
College was novel in bringing me into contact with non-Jews who were also not religious nuts. There were ardent atheists (the ones I avoided because of their likeliness to spring back to Christianity in one dramatic swoop), casual atheists, guiltily lapsed Catholics, infrequent Hindus and Muslims, and white hippie "Buddhists" who, I suspected, were making it up as they went along.
During the times I wasnt fucking, I was alone. A guy from my Problems in Epistemology class--a sort of benign, blond guy who was of no temptation to me--noted my hollowness and nihilism and pounced, thinking I was someone whose hollowness could be filled by Christ. He left me little pamphlets about how Jesus loved me. No, I said, my hollowness is literal; it can only be filled by Jewish cock.
champagneofdudes:
i posted something on your other journal somehow and felt like you needed a comment on this one. stupid work is keeping me away from the erotic fiction party. but i'll run into you at an event oneday and force you to talk to me. maybe not force, but i might ask nicely.