Not quite sure what I’m going to do with this site, as Black, Gay and Jewish is still up and running, but we’ll see. I’m thinking it’s just going to be random musings from the Big Apple.
On August 1st, this blog will be inactive. If you’d like to continue to read about my life and the goings on please visit my website www.blackgayjewish.com
Truthfully, for this woman the answer to that question is yes, the opposite has become obsolete. In a way. I can’t wait for my not conceived children to meet their grandpa. Last I checked you can only have a baby with sperm and I think that having strong men around is great. I learned a lot from my father and my uncles. Yet, even as a teenager I was pretty sure that women could rule the world and we would only need to keep around a few really smart, kind considerate males (in containment of course) for the purposes of breeding; both “natural” for those so inclined and the old fashioned turkey baster method.
I was having a conversation with someone the other day and was so shocked by the questions coming out of their mouth that I decided I needed to post. This person asked if I always knew that I was gay and wanted to know when I came out. Answer- I came out at 28 and always knew that I was gay. They then asked, “well don’t you miss having sex with men?” and my simple answer was No, I don’t miss it.
Interestingly last night I started watching Season 4 of SATC when Samantha starts to date Maria. She and the girls have just met up at the coffee shop after a long weekend and Samantha starts in giving the ladies a very insightful look into the makings of lesbian sex. We learn that Samantha has discovered every thing there is to know about the pussy. She tells them she’s getting an education and not for nothing, a lot of women could do with a bit more learnin’ about their vaginas; gay and straight. For Samantha, it’s just a new chapter in her sex book. After two episodes she and Maria break up. For me, and a lot of women who come out later in life, it’s about rediscovering who you are.
Thing is, I didn’t choose to be gay no more than I chose to be black. I was born this way. I did, however, choose to be straight for a very long time. I made the conscious decision to live my life as a pseudo-straight person because I thought it would be easier for me and for my family. Living and dating as a straight woman I had sex with men. I will even put it out there that most of the time I had an okay time.
Other A lot of times I fantasized about having sex with women.
The first two times in the lesbo-sac were a bit rocky. I didn’t know what I was doing and to call it awkward wouldn’t be a lie. Then I had amazing sex and, well, let’s just say I’ve never looked back. It’s not just about the sex, of course, it felt great because I was finally doing something that felt right. Do I ever look at straight couples and wish I were in a hetero relationship? Only when the realization of the ease at which they’re given civil rights and then it just makes me angry and want to work towards equal rights for all people.
While I’m not a hetero-phobe I’m definitely pro-other. Whether that other is based on age, race, sexual orientation or religion the others out there need be recognized as equal in our society. One of my friends posted on Facebook today that our country was ripe for a revolution and you know what? I think we are. We live in 2011 where a black man sits on the seat of the
most powerful country in the world and last week thousands of Americans were given pink slips. Reading in the NY Times today I learned that teachers in Wisconsin are being notified that they will be loosing their jobs, and only a fraction of them will be able to actually get those jobs back in the fall. Women are continually paid less money and the rights of a woman to, as Representative Moore so eloquently stated, Plan her Parenthood is under attack.
While for me, in terms of sexual satisfaction the opposite sex has become obsolete we all need to stand together to make sure we’re all afforded the same rights. Gay rights shouldn’t be the concern of LGBTQ individuals and their families only, it should be the concern of all Americans. The rights of women shouldn’t just be a concern for women but any one who has a mother, sister, or aunt. The rights of the disabled, the rights of the aging, the rights of unions the rights of every American should be the concern of every American. Until we can get to that point, and as it seems we’re never going to reach that understanding, we need to rally.
Thank you to the New Yorkers who went downtown today to rally for the rights of others. I was at work but with you in spirit.
Hey There Readers!
Months without posting and folks are still checking me out. Many apologies, I’ve been doing a lot of blogging on my other blog, Black, Gay, and Jewish and as a result have neglected this blog. Do not fear, I will be posting more frequently in both spaces in the coming year. It’s not a resolution, just a focus on better posting.
Happy New Year, Lesbians!!
A new fan of OLGINYC commented reminding us that actions are better than words. I cannot agree with him more, still I find that the It Gets Better Videos are beacons of hope for individuals who cannot find a person to help them.
President Barack Obama
Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton
And the Latest from Pixar
Sometimes when I touch down in a NYC airport songs float through my mind like I’m listening to a soundtrack. Sometimes it’s The Beastie Boys, “No Sleep ‘Til Brooklyn” sometimes it’s JayZ with “Empire State of Mind” and yesterday it was ole Blue Eyes himself with the best love song to the City that Never Sleeps, “New York, New York.”
Mirs came home with me and met my nephews, sister, and parents. They even broke their “no sleeping in the same bed because you’re not married rule” on the second night. It was purely circumstantial, my youngest nephew was allowed to sleep through his usual two-hour nap until around 11PM when he awoke wide-eyed, talkative with no hope of falling back to sleep. I was grumpy with our early morning flight weighing on my mind and between my child-like pouting and whining and the little one’s energy my mother said, “Just sleep in the same room” so we did. Sleep. No touching, I barely kissed her. I mean, it should be a thrill doing it in your parents…I can’t even finish that statement, it sort of gave me the willies.
There was nothing in my 31-year-old body that made me even remotely turned on about the prospect of doin’ the dirty in mom’s bed. Because it’s now my mom’s bed, because they’ve probably done it on there, because their room was only a whisper away, because I felt really uncomfortable. I dunno, maybe when I’m older it’ll be more of a thrill, or if I were older but at 31 the idea of getting down with my parents around wasn’t sexy, it was nerve-wracking so instead we snuggled a bit and fell asleep in the giant cloud that is my mattress that I spent big bucks on but wouldn’t fit in my car when I moved to NYC so now it’s my mom’s bed bed.
My lady love and I are, that’s who! One of my friends, Kylee, got hitched a while back and is having her reception in the good ole Toledo, Ohio. It’s the first time I’ve been back home in a long while-since at least March and it is the first time I’m brining Mirs along with me.
We’ve been dating for 28 months and we’ve only met a few of each other’s family members. Actually, now that I write this down it has occurred to me that she’s met more of my family than I’ve met of hers. Still, meeting the parents is definitely a big one. It means that we’re serious. Things are serious. Our relationship is serious.
When we first started dating her parents came into town and she casually asked if I wanted to meet them out. We’d only been seeing each other for a few weeks, perhaps a month or so, and it seemed way too soon to meet her folks. I politely declined the invitation and waited impatiently for the long weekend to be over so that I could come to her house or invite her over for that really hot first-few-months-of-a-relationship-crazy-sex phase. Since neither of our parents have come to NYC the chance to meet again hasn’t come up. When the invitation for Kylee’s reception came in the mail I asked Mirs if she wanted to come up and the way her face lit up is still imprinted on my mind. She was genuinely excited about the prospect of coming home.
Now, with only a few days to go, the nerves are kicking in a bit. After eating an amazing dinner of veggie enchiladas that she prepared and a bottle of wine we started to unwind in bed. She asked me what she needed to know about my mother, my father, what to expect. I answered her questions willingly but was sort of puzzled at her sudden concern. I told her that there were thing she could expect from both of them, but mainly that they were warm and welcoming people. We talked about what we’d bring them, taking them to dinner and sleeping arrangements (my parents are painfully old fashioned. No bunking unless you’re married). When we snuggled under the blankets and started to watch ProRun it dawned on me that this was a big deal for her. I’m going home and bringing her along but she’s getting a crash course into our family with all of its ups and downs. Completely out of her comfort zone, she will be the lone white girl in a black household and she’s nervous, rightfully so.
Her mother extended an invitation to come home for Christmas which I politely declined. I’m not sure how I’m going to tell my own parents I won’t be home for Christmas and it will have nothing to do with my Judaism. There’s no way they’d hear of my flying down south to spend an important holiday like Christmas with another family instead. But when my time comes to visit her home I’m sure I will be an even larger bundle of nerves. She’s a southerner coming to Yankee land but it’s no comparison for this Black girl going below the Mason Dixon into a white Republican household. Thank G-d I’ve got the Jew card in my pocket to play.
I don’t actually know what S.O.S stands for but I know that it’s a distress call (or is it?) I’m not in distress, I’m just stressed. If you read my other blog, which you should. In fact, take a moment and go read it now I’ll wait here.
Back? Great. So you’ve read that I’m giving a talk in front of a handful of Jews of Color about being a Black, Gay Jew-to-be. I need some help from other Queers of Color, Jews who are Queer, Jews who are not Queer, and Jews of Color. It’s a simple questionnaire I would e-mail to you for you to fill out and return. If you want to help out, or know anyone who might want to, please send them my way.
I’m sick…since my birthday with a killer sinus infection-type head cold. Plus, sneezing, coughing, and sore throat. Yay. Enjoy
If you haven’t seen this one, get some kleenex
Lots of F-Bombs here, you’ve been warned
If you’re a closeted LGBTQ person and you’re ready to come out to the world, today is your day! If you’re not ready, it’s okay, don’t worry when you’re ready we’ll be here waiting for you. Unless your Queen Latifah, in which case, give it up already and join the fold publicly.