We Are Jewish, And We Are All Connected.
September Mad Mensch: Dead Jewish Bodies Aren’t Social Justice.
Hello critters, I’m Bobby, and I’m not Jewish. Yet.
I decided to convert and quickly had the realization that maybe I’ve been a lapsed Jew all along—and that I owed it to myself to document my strange, new, unexpected journey.
That second one may seem self-indulgent; it’s hardly. (Maybe a tiny bit, OK? But I like to write.)
I’m a gay man, raised Presbyterian for a minute, then agnostic. I left Christianity and studied Buddhism before feeling like I was nothing, didn’t belong, didn’t need to, and that religion was the source of all the evil in the world.
To be sure, I just described a number of people I know. I’m not unique. But something grabbed me about Judaism, which I’d been around more than most until I was around 19 or so. And I wish I had met a person like me or come across their blog, a leaflet2, a flash banner ad3, or something over the last 20 years4 like a fiddler calling my name from the roof of my LA Koreatown-adjacent apartment.
I created a list of things to write about. It will be hilarious to compare that a year from now to what I actually wrote about!
—Gay Goy