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This evening we are privileged to be speaking with a young person from a chassidic community, "Nicki". Please remember, as you read, that names and identifying details have been changed to protect the identities, and that none of the photographs are of the actual people. Nicki wrote most of this article, although parts of it were responses (in writing) to questions posed by the interviewer.
Hello ladies and gentleman! My name is Nicki and I am an unapologetic pansexual non-binary person. I never thought that I am part of the LGBT community but I was
anyway. I didn't know what all the terms for people like me are, but I am as
curious as can be, so I searched till I knew all the terms for what I am. Nobody guessed that I am part of the LGBT community. I am very good at hiding feelings and if there was any inkling to someone that I might be, they didn't say anything. It's a taboo subject here.
My story begins twenty years ago,
when I came out the womb wanting to kick some ass. I was raised in a Chassidic house and environment in Brooklyn N.Y but never conformed. My parents had a problem with that but their love for their daughter was on overdrive (thank g-d).
When I was in middle school, I was bullied a lot and I was physically and emotionally abused by a teacher. My parents didn't know about it cause I didn't want to hurt them. But all of the sudden, I went from being a star student to almost not passing. My parents knew something was amiss so they took me out of that school and changed me to another.
I would like to think that this story
is a blessing in disguise because if not for that, I would never be so popular and I
would never have met my first love. I would never be so strong for other
battles that came and will come my way. Forgiving my bullies and my tormentor
was the best thing ever. I got rid of the package that was keeping me back.
Don't misquote me: I am very against bullying, but if you are bullied, know that
there is always a new day. In high school I saw many hypocritical things which made me denounce Chassidism, but my faith and love of Hashem is still going strong. At that same time I became romantically involved with another student letting me to this funny interesting story.
As adults, we think children know nothing
about life but their truthfulness and innocence pick up the slightest
deception. A few years ago, I was at my girlfriend’s house and her niece - a
fourth grader was there too. We weren’t yet out, so we couldn’t cuddle or kiss
in front her, but we schmoozed, sang and flirted a little. While I was there,
my girlfriend’s niece asked us with curiosity, “What is the relationship between
you both?” We paused, looking at each other. “We are best friends,” I
answered.With confusion in her
eyes and voice she asked, “Are you sure that’s the only relation?” We didn’t answer that, but I found it very amusing!
I long since parted with my first love and what looking for in partner is social smarts, confidence, self respect, integrity, forgiving, not being afraid to say that he/she is sorry. Being scholastically smart is a plus.
A year ago, I came out to my parents and they went crazy, telling me that I shouldn’t talk like that because it’s a “poeridig crazy thing”. They told me that I don’t feel these things and if I do I won’t feel it when I get married. I felt like a piece of garbage, which led me to have a notorious affair with razors and forks, cutting myself, but then catching myself in the middle, ( logic always kicking in telling me that tomorrow is another day). I am planning to come out to them cause I want they should hear and listen to me.
I admire lots of people. I know it's old school but I admire Larry Kramer for taking a stand against AIDS and preaching for safe sex. Even though he had right wing political enemies and enemies from the LGBT community who thought he wants to undermine them but he didn't care. He didn't back down and he was fearless. At the end, he became a winner. Never give up on yourself or what you stand for.
This past Chanukah we had an event and one of my sisters came up to me and started telling me a story about a lady hitting on her. She used terms like “faggot” and “homo”. I was mad and told that i am not interested in hearing the rest of the story cause I will not tolerate the usage of hate words. She ran to my
father saying that I am sticking up for these people. They both ganged up at me, screaming. Now I was fuming so I ran to my room to chill.
After the party, my other sister asked what the whole fight was all
about and I told her the story. She asked why I care so much, so I came out to
her. She hugged me, and told me that she still loves me. When I told her that
mom doesn't know about me (being queer) or about Eshel, she volunteered telling my parents
about me. I told her it’s a bad idea and I will tell them
when I am ready. She asked me this question, wanting to show her support. That
was a great moment. Ten points sis!
I don’t know about the future cause I am living in the present.
I take to heart William Shakespeare words “To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as night as day, thou canst not then be false to any man”.
I’m 21 yrs old. I live in New York. I grew up in an Orthodox community in the midwest and consider myself Orthodox, though I struggle
religiously. I work as a makeup artist and I am openly gay.
Growing up, gay wasn’t a thing, but I went through
a lot of bullying in middle school. There was one kid who targeted me and later
on, when I made a blog, I wrote about him but didn’t mention his name. He was a
bad seed. None of the teachers liked him. He would torture me. He got into my
head, psychologically, and he also hurt me physically, and he’d get other kids
to hurt me too, or he’d hurt them. The school didn’t do much about it. And then, in 7th grade, his
father became my principal.That
kid used to call me a girl, gay, faggot. He said those things, and I would go home
crying every single night. I was worried that he had somehow embedded the idea
of being gay in my mind, just through the constant name-calling. That was my
first experience with “gay”. I thought being gay wasn’t a real thing. Just a
product of the bullying.
That cruelty made it harder growing up in
orthodox community. And I was always told you marry a woman and have kids, and
that’s the way it is. When we went through the posukim having to do with gay
people in school, it was very casual. They didn’t stop to discuss it. It was
black and white, a condemnation. And if it was in the Torah as wrong, surely
there couldn’t be real people who were gay. I thought something was
psychologically wrong with me. I didn’t know any other gay people either, just
Jack and Will from Will and Grace. My first experience seeing two men kissing
was weird for me. I’d never seen anything like that in my life and it was
strange. I saw a whole different side in Tel Aviv. I got over that weirdness.
In high school, the bullying got worse. I
went out of town for yeshiva in 9th and 10th grade, but the
principal and mashpia guessed I was gay and they decided to make me their
project. They caused a lot of emotional damage that still affects me. High
school was terrible. It made me feel worse about myself, depressed,
self-conscious. For 11th and 12th grade, I wanted to go
back home, and I ended up in a local yeshiva. I never discussed being gay, but
it was something I struggled with. I began to do research online, and found
JONAH, and I thought that would be my way out, a fixing, a magic way out. I got
in touch with them and I started therapy with them. It was a horrible
experience, and the only good thing that came out of it, was that I was able to
come out as gay. The only reason I even told my mother I was gay was because I thought
they would be able to cure me. I told her, thinking it was all over and I would
be straight. They made me believe I could change.
I came out to mother through email. I was
so afraid of telling her that I couldn’t even talk to her. She texted me she
loves me unconditionally, no matter what. That night, she said she knew it as a
fact since I was in kindergarten, that I am gay. I was always different from
the time I was little. I came out when I was seventeen and by then, my parents
had had time to prepare themselves. They were shocked but still supportive. My
mother supported me in going to JONAH. They never forced me to do it, though.
And when I realized it was unhealthy and I stopped, they were okay also. They just
wanted me to be happy.
I left the yeshiva before my final year, and
I was homeschooled. I was able to sort out my life and move on. The yeshiva
didn’t kick me out. I just didn’t want to put anyone in an uncomfortable
position.
I have two older sisters and one younger
brother. My sisters knew I was gay, but maybe my brother didn’t. It wasn’t a
surprise to them. I was just confirming it to them. It was a shock but they all
handled it really well. When people asked my sister about it, she said, “It would
be selfish for me to say that it’s hard for me, since it’s S who is going
through this thing.” I have a better relationship with my family than I ever
did.
My mother and my siblings thought I was gay
because I have stereotypical qualities. I was different. My mother had a good
intuition because I was very flamboyant. It made it easier for me later on. If I
wasn’t so flamboyant, it would have been harder to come out, harder to get
accepted.
I’m not uncomfortable with who I am. It’s
who I am. It’s not me shoving it in their face…I am just being me, the way I
have always been. I don’t carry a sign, but this is just how I am. It’s nice
that I have so much support these days and from my family. I feel lucky to be
born in this generation.
My dad and I had an interesting
relationship. We are very different. We didn’t connect so much, but ever since
I came out, he’s tried really hard to be there for me as a parent. He struggled
with not understanding it, but he never had a problem with me actually being
gay.
I was always a good kid. So that made it
easy. I was good at home and good in school. One good thing is that my parents
don’t care about other people’s opinions. All Jews are Jews. They don’t like
those labels. They accept all Jews. In my father’s mind, me being gay was our
family’s thing, and everyone else’s opinions are irrelevant. He is a big baal tzedoka
and he gives to many places, but he stopped giving money to the organizations
and rabbis who signed the [homophobic] Torah Declaration. Family first! He has
my back, and that improved our relationship.
It’s surprising, but I didn’t have any
issues from the community, because everyone kind of guessed already. I left to
Israel after 12th grade, and that also gave everyone in the
community time to absorb it. It was shocking because I was so young and my
family was so prominent. Everyone offered opinions, but we were already at a
very strong point by the time that was happening.
In Israel, I went to Bar Ilan’s American
program. The dean knew I was gay, and he seemed cool with it, but he told me to
keep it on the down-low. I thought he was just being cool, but actually, he
didn’t want anyone to know. Then, when everyone did know, the dean started to have an issue with it. I hadn’t
realized that not being out [being on the down-low] was my condition for being
in the program. One of the teachers told me that the program was considering
kicking me out. I went to the dean and said, “My family and I will be pressing
charges of discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation if you continue with
your plan to kick me out.We’ve
already spoken to a lawyer.“ I managed to finish out that year there.
There were a few boys in the program who
wrote mean things on my door, I spoke with someone in the administration every
single day for six months until it was finally taken down. The program wasn’t
good about me being gay. At the end of the program I spoke with the dean in front
of my father. I said the only reason I am talking about this now is because
there will be other boys who come after me who are gay, and may be not as strong
as me, and you could cause them to have a serious issue [suicide]. You could have a major
problem on your hands if you treat them the way you treated me.
When I returned to my hometown, people
weren’t so surprised about me being gay anymore. It was what it was. No one
talked about it. Some people were overly friendly towards me who had never
spoken to me before. “Oh my gosh! How are you?” They talked to me like I was
some kind of cancer patient. I preferred the people who were talking about me
behind my back!
One person who helped a lot was Rabbi
Litwack, my rabbi in 7th and 8th grade. He’s the one who
said it’s not so black and white. He doesn’t believe it’s something I can
change, and he told me that though I can’t do every single mitzvah, I can still
be a good Jew. He told me, if you are in an accident, how can you put on
tefillin? A kid who is autistic can’t do a lot of the mitzvos. He told me a lot
of supportive things. I go out to dinner with him or out for shalosh seudos.
He’s a really big influence and role model for me. He is part of the reason I
am still connected.
Certain situations make you realize who
your real friends are. The people who really care about me, have stayed my
friends. The only person I had a really negative reaction from is also someone
I think might be in the closet.
It’s difficult to be out and Jewish. I’m
not going to say it’s not. When you are finally out, you make a lot of friends
who have been through similar experiences. My mother and father can’t completely
relate to my situation. But finding people who can relate is amazing. But still, I am tied to a community that
rejects me. That is the experience of many of my friends, too. Your belief
system is in a different community, the Jewish community, and that poses a big
challenge as a person. I am confident and comfortable as a gay man who is
Jewish, but as an orthodox Jew, every day is a struggle. I always told my parents,
I want to keep Shabbat because I feel a connection rather than out of habit.
Now, it’s on and off for me, because I struggle to reconcile these two worlds.
That’s the hardest thing for me. It’s a purgatory. You don’t know where to go
because you are in-between two communities and you’d like them to be
intertwined, but for me, I just can’t make it happen.
I have friends who claim they are
successfully both gay and Jewish, but to me
it doesn’t feel fully possible. It’s a big struggle and it’s difficult. There
are no official answers, just vague opinions from Rabbis. I don’t believe it’s
fully possible to be completely comfortable with both, completely content. I think you can, but the connection is
challenging, like water and oil.
It’s interesting, because I took AP
psychology, and they say that when you go through something traumatic, it’s
hard to remember. It goes in your subconscious. The majority of my life, I was
in the closet, and I barely remember a thing about it. Now, I am just out and
about. Now, my earlier life feels like I am telling an old story. It feels so
far away and sad. It feels like I am a different person now. I used to be
miserable and alone and sad and depressed, and I had to pretend I was happy. It
makes me sad.
Now, though I struggle with being
religious, I am completely happy and feel so good and so deserving to live my
life without having to adjust myself to please others. I lived like that for a
long time. Im ein ani li, mi li?…”If I am not for myself, who will be for me?”.
I have goals but I don’t plan. Man plans
and G-d laughs. I’m so young. I want a relationship because I feel like I am at
that point now. Because of my circumstances, I had to grow up real fast. Most
people my age are still in the closet.But I am past that. I want to find someone to be in a relationship with.
I want to continue growing my business too. In the beginning it was hard, but
now I am busy.
I don’t know about having kids. I always thought that I wanted kids, and
now I am an uncle and I love that. Eventually,
I’d like to start a family with someone. I’d like to find someone Jewish, someone
who I could relate to and be able to open up to. I’m a very guarded person. I
build up walls because of everything I’ve been through. In a relationship, I’d
like to be myself and be comfortable and to feel like I don’t have to be
defensive.
I want to go to the Eshel shabbaton this
year, and I want my friends to go with me. All my friends aren’t sure what they
are going to do, but I really love going.
Everybody has their struggles and obstacles
in life, even though we can’t see everyone else’s struggles. Something I think
is crucial is respect. Just because you might not agree with the way I am, it’s
not your business. You don’t need to have an opinion on it. Have respect for me
even if you don’t agree with me. I am tznius, and you don’t even know what, if
anything I am doing behind closed doors. I am not going to damage your children.
I am not recruiting. Please accept me for who I am, not reject me, based on a small
part of who I am.
The first few years after she was married,
my sister had a hard time having children. Imagine if everyone in shul looked
at you, and gave you dirty looks and talked about you because you couldn’t have
children. Imagine if that happened to you. That’s what it’s like for me,
walking into shul, an immediate bad feeling, based on something I have no
control over. Please just find it inside yourselves to be respectful.
Today, we will be interviewing the sister of Z, who is an incredibly generous person, reknowned for her pursuit of justice. Hello B. We are glad to have you here today. How does it feel to be interviewed by Frum Gay Girl?
B:Um. It's cool. You're older than I expected!
I'll let that last comment slide! B, what
do you most admire in a person?
B: Kindness
What
do you most detest in a person?
B: Deceitfulness
These fingers do the talking...
Can
you tell me an example of someone’s kindness?
B: I worked with people who were very poor.
They had nothing! But every day, they tried to give me what little they had.
It’s very different than in America, where people try to accumulate wealth,
rather than be giving in that way. I think that’s the way the world should be.
If people were like that, there would be a lot less fighting and wars. A lot
less hate. It’s interesting that the poorest people, the people who have very
little, are the most giving, the most loving.
What
work are you doing now and have you done anything unusual work-wise in the
past?
B: I’m a support worker for a handicapped
boy, and I just finished working at a farmer’s market. I'm in my early twenties. For several summers, I
worked with a country vet, and I also had the chance to work in a zoo’s clinic.
I have worked overseas in developing countries.
What
changes have your family gone through and how did they affect you?
B: There was a divorce in my family and we
live with my mother now. My house is a whole lot less controlled. I don’t mean
in a bad way. It’s a lot more open. Everyone is allowed to pursue what they are
interested in and be an individual.
We are, in a sense, ex-communicated from
our old community (a Chassidic community). I guess I chose that. I didn’t want
to be part of that, because people aren’t allowed to be individuals. They don’t
like you to make your own choices. Everyone was in my business, trying to make
sure that I followed G-d’s will, and it felt suffocating. I don’t feel like I
fit in.
I always wanted to do the things that weren’t allowed, and people
frowned on me. It felt like I didn’t belong. For example, I’ve always enjoyed
bike riding, and after my bas mitzvah, I wasn’t allowed to. The principal had
spies to make sure you didn’t ride bikes and she put it in the school manual so
that you could get punished for it, and then none of my friends wanted to ride
bikes with me. I was outraged. It didn’t make sense to me. Biking is just a way
of transportation and it shouldn’t be outlawed as if it’s something
inappropriate. I think each person needs to make their own choices about what
they want to do.
Are
there any other changes your family has gone through since the divorce?
B: Financially, we are in much worse shape!
Oh! I’ve got one…my mom and my sister are
both gay, you know.
Oooh ahhh, darlings! That's just too much!
How
do you feel about them being gay?
B: It doesn’t affect me, but I see that my
mother is a happier person. I think people should be allowed to make their own
choices about who they love and what they do.
It does affect me this way
though: People in the orthodox community are not nice to my mother. It makes me
really sad that people can’t accept my mother. They think they can somehow
control her by ostracizing her, even though they like her. She IS a very kind
person, and it’s upsetting that her orientation has become a reason for people
to be callous.
Or a very campy gay man
My sister doesn’t have as many problems.
She doesn’t care what the community thinks. But our father still thinks that
she will change back, and become straight again. He’s sad about her. He wants
her to be like everyone else, and he doesn’t want her to be queer. He doesn’t
tell her this. He tells me.
This photo is not intended to bear any ressemblance to anyone you know, living or dead
How
does your father feel about your mother being gay?
B: He feels lied to and embarrassed because he
was married to her for twenty years and had a bunch of kids.
What
does he think about gay people in general?
B: He doesn’t think badly about other gay
people, so long as they aren’t in his family.
Gneshie, Gnendel and Grunya Goldfarb, and Auntie Bee, after
being kicked out of the family, drink painkiller on the terrace
How
did he find out about your mother being gay?
B: I think it was in a newspaper article, or
maybe it was through the Jewish grapevine. It was after the divorce.
Thank you, Jewish Press
Did
he think she was gay before they were divorced?
B: I don’t think so. Mum says that he used to
ask her all the time if she is gay, but he said he was surprised when he found
out. Supposedly, he once asked her if she was gay when they were on the highway, doing 80 miles an hour, and he was very angry, so she said, "Why would you think that about me?" because she was scared he would do something dangerous.
A dyke? For reals???
What’s
the worst thing about having a frum gay parent?
B: I hate when people are mean to my mother,
because I just don’t understand. I don’t understand that hatred.
...And only one way?
What’s
the best thing about having a frum gay parent?
B: We have a lot of incredible people come to
visit us. And my mother is a real role model because she is who she is, despite
all kinds of pressures. She just tries to be honest to herself. She helps a lot
of other people do the same, and that’s really cool to see and be a part of.
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