Monday, November 26, 2012

"Growing Up Gay In An Orthodox World: My Final Game Of Tag"- student at Queens College

Tribe Magazine Publication of Queens College Hillel in NY 11/22/12
When I was in the sixth grade, I would count the minutes every morning until recess. I was pretty athletic, though I wasn’t into most organized sports. But I loved playing tag. It was simple: all you had to do was be faster than the slowest runner. If you could outrun the weakest player you wouldn’t lose, and if you didn’t lose you won. But I never really felt like a winner.
I remember there was this one boy who always wanted to play. Shlomo (this wasn’t his real name) was thin and lanky, and not exactly popular. He was obsessed with Britney Spears, and liked to sing and dance to pop songs. Most of the other kids in my class didn’t like to play with him, but when they did they would make sure to keep him tagged “it” for almost the entire game. 
They battered him with insults, shouting at him and calling him “homo” and “faggot,” and sometimes they even got violent. It was hard to tell who was really chasing whom. At the time, I didn’t understand what it was about Shlomo that made others so angry. I felt terrible about the way most of my classmates were treating him, inside and outside the classroom. And yet I did nothing.
Almost a decade later, I found myself in a position similar to his, only the playground was bigger. At the end of my freshman year of college, I came out to my parents. It was the hardest thing I ever did in my life. At the time, there was nothing more humiliating to me than admitting I was gay. So when my father asked me, I panicked. I could not bring myself to utter those three letters, but I thought that if I lied again I would only be dragging out the inevitable. 
Then I realized that a few seconds had already gone by. I was silently answering the question I had been debating with myself every day since the fourth grade. There was no going back. I thought my life was over.
As it turned out, my parents were far more understanding than I ever could have expected. But they could never really understand my experience. They would never know what it was like to believe as a child that at some point in my life the ones I loved most would not want me anymore. That all my fears would be realized, and all my dreams would be dashed.
When I first arrived at yeshiva in Israel two summers before I started college, I was optimistic. I thought that I had been given a chance to fix myself. I thought that if I could just stick it out and make myself into the person I wanted to be, everything would be fine. But that’s not how things turned out. 
It seemed like everywhere I turned my friends would be talking about girls. Girls they knew, girls they saw in movies and on TV, girls they had been with, and girls they wanted to get with. And every time I sat silently. Eventually, people began to notice. They prodded me about whether I liked this girl or that. Being a terrible liar, my answers were always obviously forced. I fooled a few, but not everyone.
Then they started asking me whether I was gay. I tried wiggling out of answering, and often found myself saying, “If I were gay, I’d lie to you anyway.” Wasn’t I clever? But one time there was this huge third-year who replied, “So you’re not gay? Good. Because I’d kill a gay person if I had the chance.” He explained that the Torah had told him to. That was my dorm counselor. He was considered a masmid.
I was always a good student, I followed the rules, and I like to think I was a good friend. But at the time, none of this seemed like enough for anyone. I had to be more than all that. I had to be more than I could be. I don’t know whether I can fully express in words what it is like to realize that no matter how hard you try you can’t change. 
To be constantly worried that someone will eventually figure you out. To be told, and to believe, that you are an abomination. I can’t tell you how badly it hurt for me to learn that perhaps the greatest halachic authority of recent times had written in eternal words that I was the way I was because I wanted to rebel against God.
My sexuality is a drop of who I am, but it’s a drop that paints the way I interact with the people in my life, both guys and girls. It has helped determine so many of the decisions I have made and so many of the conclusions about life I have drawn that I can’t think of a single one unrelated, in some way or another, to my being gay. My experiences dealing with bigotry from rabbis, neighbors, and “friends” have helped mold me into the person I am today. If I weren’t gay, I am sure I would be an entirely different person.
Still, being gay in the frum world is difficult and has led me to reconsider my past beliefs and my feelings toward my community. There are many, several of my rabbis from shul and yeshiva included, who continue to propagate lies about gay people being mentally ill, being sinful, being a source of societal corruption, and even being the cause of recent natural disasters. I have heard my own neighbors say that they would not have their children marry into a family with a gay member. 
Among my peers, it’s been joke of the day for as long as I can remember to call anyone and anything that is annoying, gay. But it just isn’t funny when you consider that by law I could get fired in most states just for being gay, regardless of how I lead my life. It isn’t funny when you learn that forty percent of homeless youth in New York City are lesbian, gay, bisexual, or transgender (LGBT), and that in parts of the world people are still being hanged by their governments for being gay.
I’m a regular guy who wants the same things in life that everyone else wants. I want to build a family, I want job security, I want to be treated equally, and I want to be valued not for whom I love but for how much I love. And I hope that by coming out to my closest friends and family, and by telling a bit of my story to you fellow friends, classmates, and Jews, I have begun to help turn the tables. With every day I am more proud to tell people who I really am. I am done running.
written anonymously by “a friend from the caf” 
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One response on “Growing Up Gay in an Orthodox World: My Final Game of Tag

  1. The greatest halachic authority of modern times wasn’t necesarily a “people authority”. It took me at least a decade to understand that some rabbis—great or small—are “halacha geeks” or “g’mara geeks”, and that people outside the realm of their everyday experience just “do not compute” to them. Just because R. Feinstein—I assume that’s who you mean— was a great rabbi doesn’t mean he understood people. Besides, whatever happened to אל תדין את חברך עד שתגיע למקומו? (Don’t judge another till you’ve walked in his shoes/been where he is?)
    Humans are inherently flawed. R. Feinstein was a great man, but he was flawed because he was a person. The fact that he called someone or something a name in a book of halachic responsa says something about the man and his work. No one viewed it as odd, because calling gay people bad things was the standard in his world. What an objective rabbi today would say (hopefully) was that homosexuality is not addressed in the Torah, but if one is gay, there are certain things one must not do. THAT is the extent of halachic authority on the matter, and many people far more knowledgeable than I could ever hope to be have said so. Anyone who starts with invective and rhetoric has stopped looking objectively at the situation.
    It seems, from all the stories I’ve heard, that the Lubavitcher Rebbe could read people, and understood and truly cared about people, and about every Jew. R. Feinstein doesn’t come across that way (at least in this response). There are stories of his kindness, sure. I’m sure he was a very holy man with the best of intentions, and it’s clear his authority on matters of halacha must be respected (even though there are others who disagree with some of his opinions).
    It is reported that the Lubavitcher Rebbe also told some gay people to seek therapy, but he didn’t do that for ALL gay people who told him this. I know at least two people who had yechidus with him about THIS issue, and he didn’t tell either of them to get therapy. He didn’t tell them to go meet a same sex spouse and have a huge wedding either, but…he was clearly very insightful about people. He davka was NOT a posek (rabbi who makes decisions about matters of Jewish Law), and would refer people elsewhere if they needed a p’sak on anything serious.
    This applies to any rabbi, great or small. They are human, they have feelings, and emotions, and sometimes their opinions are dictated by forces other than halacha. Till one knows that about a rabbi, one cannot view him as a person. Only a person can be a halachic authority.
    So, friend from the cat, good for you! There are many like you, I hope you’ll meet some of us, and I hope you’ll find a rabbi who is objective enough to guide gay or lesbian congregants in a way that won’t make them feel horrible.


  1. trying to change others is a fools idea.
    just live your life for yourself dude
    source:a gay man

  2. I am not gay BUT I am, like the author, a Syrian Jew with a yeshiva education and I have to say that his perspective is extremely skewed. I have paid attention to the issues involved and have never ever heard any rabbi make the comments the author has attributed to them ("them" being the nameless rabbis the author refers to). It has always been very plainly stated that there is a difference between being gay, which is not trife, and engaging in gay sex, which is trife. The fact of the matter is, if anyone says that one can lead a righteous life while practicing gay sex they are lying. The injunction against it is not interpretive, it is plainly stated unequivocally. If the author resents that there isn't anyone or anything that is going to make him feel better. He can complain about close mindedness all he wants but the fact of the matter is this is a black and white issue. Be gay, but act out sexually and you will be violating the Torah and that is a fact.



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