"Rabbi Yudah son of Pazi went up to the roof of the house of study, and saw two people (men) cleaving to one another. They said to him, "Rabbi, but you surely know that you are one and we are two!""
-Jerusalem Talmud: Sanhedrin 6:3 verse 7
The men caught having sex were referring to the fact that in order to prosecute a crime in Jewish law, at least two witnesses are necessary. The men were essentially telling Rabbi Yudah that it's his word against theirs, a very bold but true thing to say. This very small aside in the Talmud (having random tangents is very common in the Talmud) is just a subtle indication of the existence of gay people in Ancient Judea, and the fact that this story is retold and there's no indication that the men were punished for the act, such as "and then Rabbi Yudah reported them and they were stoned" might also be a subtle indicator that indeed, the men were not prosecuted, even if a great Rabbi witnessed them.
Yknow theres something fucking infuriating about having to struggle for years with the relationship between my queer identity and my jewish identity just for Tumblr leftists uwu that have never read a single word from the torah to go all "actually Judaism is super gay lmao". Like. There is queerness in Jewish texts. There are queer interpretations of judaism. But seeing my struggle with the homophobia and transphobia that also exist in judaism and are the commonly accepted interpretations in the orthodox community be erased by a bunch of goyim that only heard about Jewish queerness through tiktok fucking hurts. To my non Jewish followers: I hope you all have a very pleasant shut up about stuff you don't understand.
When we wake up together in Brooklyn, we are three thousand miles away from our daily lives on the West Coast, and I already know that I am in love with her. We have slept facing East, and sunrise, Jerusalem, farther; the morning light streams in through thin curtains, and when I open my eyes I can see her smiling at me. We have grown close to one another, and then closer; I look at this smile of hers, and I think that maybe she has started to see her future in me. That night we celebrate Shabbat with her family, and then we return to bed, to celebrate with each other.
This is a simple jewish story and a simple love story. A nice Jewish boy meets a nice Jewish girl in the woods, and they start what seems to be a summer camp romance, only it holds, and through the campfire flirtation, they become an us. But the story here is also between two queers, and this infuses each layer: My butch self ot her femme self, my tattoos against her bare skin, the glasses that we each have to take off when we kiss, my white T-shirt against her black slip, and my palms, pressed into hers, fingers entwined; all of the ways that love has threaded itself between us, the most simple and complex revelations.
Before we know each other well, and before we tell each other our stories, and before I am hers, and she is mine, there is the beginning, and in the beginning I walk across the room to talk to her. She is on one side, and I am on the other, and I am immediately drawn to her, compelled. And then there is also the act of standing near her: there is this deep flash of recognition between us, this low hum just below the surface. There is this feeling of familiarity, and ease underneath all the words that we are saying, and all the words that we are not saying -- and this feeling between us is like speaking a second language, like speaking the language of our homeland, uncovered. Right from the start, this standing near her, it leaves me wanting more. "
"What We Know To Be True", Sasha T. Goldberg, On Butch and Femme: Compiled Readings, (edited by I.M. Epstein) (2017)
My judaica got here! Sorry for the awkward kippah pic, turns out it’s not easy to take photos of your head. And pardon the mess in the background, I’m in the midst of redecorating.
I got married on May 13! I loved designing our invitations (and all other paper) but the greatest honor was illuminating our ketubah. My husband is Jewish and it was important to us to honor his cultural and faith tradition with a Jewish ceremony. It was fun and exciting to adapt that framework to reflect who we are as a gay couple, and our Rabbi did a beautiful job guiding all of us through the service.
The ketubah is likely the most important artwork I will ever create. It was a true labor of love.
So recently I changed my pfp to a Star of David pride flag and a bunch of people wanted different versions of them so I’m selling a bunch of stickers of Star of David with pride flags on them for my fellow gay Jews<33