Shabbos

I know I said I was going to make an effort and start blogging more, but it's a lot easier said than done! My life has been taken over by school and work, so it's not easy finding time to do this.

This past Shabbos, my roommate went away so I decided to have some people over. This time I decided to have some gay friends come over. I NEVER have gay friends come over because I'm always afraid some of my local straight friends will see them, and then start asking questions. At this point in my life I'm sort of tired of being so overprotective of my closetedness. I have also been feeling bad about always saying no to one specific friend (YU guy) who never has a place to go. I learned that he will leaving back home soon for the summer, so I decided I NEED to have him over before he leaves.

Anyway, the other friend was someone I had never met in person. We met online, and started chatting, then talking ont he phone. He's also a closeted guy, around my age, and he actually lives around my neighborhood. He came early so he could help me cook (his father was a chef, so I was helping HIM cook!). He's a very nice guy, and attractive, but I'm not so sure he's my type.

What made the night's meal kind of interesting was the fact that not everyone was gay. I also invited my longtime friend (who I'm not out to), who just moved into my building. So we had to come up with stories of how we knew each other.

Anyway, overall the meal went great. The conversation and the food was good. What more can you ask for? Later, another friend showed up unexpectedly. His gaydar detected something right away! My YU guest sort of has this "gay laugh" which sort of gives him away. I feel bad because he totally doesn't realize it. Anyway, my friend who showed up unexpectedly kept giving me this weird look everytime my YU friend would laugh. His look said it all, but I just pretended I didn't know what his look meant.

Today my friend/ neighbor told me that he knows my friend is a "faggot." I pretended again like I didn't know what he was talking about. Anyway, we didn't make a big deal out of it, and changed the subject. I guess I definitely raised my friend's suspicions about me, but they didn't say or ask anything about me. Maybe they do not suspect as much as I think they do, or maybe they'd rather just not know. Who knows?

Switching on to another more interesting story... My brother told me he went to some singles party in the upper west side, with one of his female friends and her boyfriend. The ice breaker activity was kind of interesting. Each guy and girl received a sticker with an adjective on it, and they had to put it on their back. The objective was to find that one other person of the opposite sex with the same adjective on their back. My brother's friend already had a boyfriend so she put her sticker on his back. So in the end, there would be a guy looking for the sticker on my brother's back. The real funny part is that the guy did find my brother and it was one of my friends who is also gay (or bi, supposedly). This is a friend who used to have a huge crush on me. What are the odds??? There were hundreds of people there!

Interesting.... Or Not

I've been feeling for a while that my life needs something more. I feel as if there's almost nothing interesting about me. I feel like my life is boring (yawn!). The only thing I could think of was the fact that I'm a public school teacher. That's one of the main reasons I decided to go into teaching, and in a bad area too. I love the fact that everyday is different, and that you can never know what to expect. My day goes so fast, and is over before I know it (I don't think most people can say that about their jobs). Plus it's a high energy job- I'm lucky to find even a couple of minutes to sit at my chair- and it keeps me on my toes.

But other than that... there's nothing really. One thing I've decided to do to try and change this is save as much money as possible to go on a crazy vacation this year sometime. Maybe Europe somewhere, maybe Israel, maybe Mexico or South America... somewhere crazy or exotic and out of the country. I NEED a little more excitement in my life.

I also need to get out more. Usually on the weekends I don't go out that much, because I try and rest up for the week. It's happened too many times where I go out and have a good time, and feel like I need an additional break after the weekend. Yah.... I guess I sort of bring this boring life upon myself. :-\ But I guess another reason I don't go out much is because I'm sort of also bored of going out, especially with the people I go out with. My friends are fine, and I do enjoy hanging out with them. But it sort of feels redundant after a while, and I don't enjoy myself as much. We go out, drink a little too much, someone makes an ass out of themselves (sometimes me =) ), and sometimes one of my friends gets the opportunity to impress an attractive girl. I guess that's what makes going out fun... the chance that you may meet someone , and if you don't... there's always alcohol! (totally kidding!). =)

Well, this is why I don't enjoy going out as much, and don't have as much fun as my friends do. We don't really have that one important common interest: they like women and I don't. I guess I just need more gay friends. I do have a handful of them, and when I say handful I literally mean just a handful... it's actually kind of pathetic. But it's hard making gay friends especially when you are not out. My gay guy friends I don't have much in common with: they are either weird, kinda creepy, or just want to hook up with me (and hookups are a no no for me!). ;) My gay girl friends are fine, we just don't get to hang out as much.

I guess the bottom line is that I need to get out more and meet more people like me with similar interests. My problem is that I am too concerned about keeping my anonymity, and it's time I stop being afraid and move on. I don't go to these interesting gay jewish events for that reason. I have to face the inevitable, and cannot keep pushing it off. I'm going to have to come out (yah.. the closet?). I'm 25, and it's time I go ahead and live my life. Nothing is going to change unless I do something about it. Last week, I felt so pathetic when a kid came up to me and asked me how old I was. I answered 25. Then he responded, "why aren't you married?" I answered, "because I haven't found the right one." But my single status at my age was not the pathetic part, it's the fact that I am not even looking. I don't want to be alone forever.

I keep thinking that some friends will feel betrayed or repulsed, some family will be extremely hurt (especially my mother), and others disappointed if I came out. But I cannot keep my life on hold forever and allow others' thoughts to keep me from living my own life, and being happy. I think it's been long enough that I've been living this lie. It's time I do what I have to do. What am I waiting for... for everyone to find out a different way? I can't have that happen.

I'm not saying I'm coming out today, tomorrow, or even at the Seder! I'm just acknowledging what I need to do... hopefully sooner than later. But all this is MUCH easier said than done.

Oy Vey!.... life is complicated isn't it?!

Celebrate! =)

I know I haven't written in a while, but I decided I go ahead and post something quickly. I have a test in a couple of hours, which I haven't finished studying for (wish me luck!).

Well, it seems that this month is full of birthdays, at least in my circle of friends. I've been so busy just making all these birthday parties, it's kind of exhausting. One of my friends had a pretty big party a few weeks ago at some bar. I actually knew almost everybody there (we're talking about over 100 people). I decided to invite a closeted gay friend of mine, and one of his friends. I was a little worried we would all get a too tipsy and reveal something that would make us uncomfortable in the future. Well, we all got VERY tipsy (thanks to tequila.... really... that drink should be illegal!) but thank G-d nothing crazy happened, except that my gay friend was sort of hitting on my cousin, but not in an overtly obvious way.

One of my other gay friends also had two birthday parties: One for the straights, and one for the gays. I got invited to both... aren't I special! =) I meant to go to the straight party, but couldn't make it in the end, so I had to show up to his gay party. I found out that only 13 people showed up to his first party. At his second party, only me and another guy showed up. I felt kind of bad for him, but we had fun anyway. We went ice skating, which I do not know how to do at all.

The other bday party I went to was someone who I don't even know that well, but I'm friends with the host of the party, so I decided to show up because I wanted her to show up to my party, which was coming up. It was a LAME party full of people I've seen before but never had any interest in speaking to because I thought they were kinda odd. I tried talking and making friends, but felt so uncomfortable that I immediately left after like an hour. That was a LONG hour.

Finally, came my party (well, me and my brother's bday party since our bdays fall so close together). We had about 50-60 people show up. It's not THAT many people, but everyone I wanted to show up did, and we had a GREAT time. I met new people, drank with friends, danced with others. There was even a serial butt pincher who pinched me. I kind of felt violated at first, but that quickly turned into flattery. =D
At first I was hoping to perhaps meet someone at my party, but decided this was a night dedicated only to having fun. It's bad when you have expectations to find someone at these parties, because it makes you have not such a great time in the end if you dont find that someone.

Anyway, that has been a great month so far. I also have vacation this week (President's Day Week). This weekend I'll be attending yet another birthday party, and then Purim is just around the corner.... I think I'll have to join AA next month!

Well, that's all for now. I ended up writing a lot more than I intended, and now I have less time to study! Wish me luck on my test! =)

Funeral =(

Today I attended a funeral of a friend who I was not really at all that close too. She was more of a friend by association. She was my close friend’s/ neighbor’s sister-in-law.

When I first moved into the Flatbush area, my brother would come over for Shabbos, and we would make it a point to hang out with our friends; a lot of the time she would be there. I actually liked it when she was there because she had a very unique personality; she was very sarcastic and playfully a little bitter, but in a funny way. After a few times that we hung out, she was diagnosed with cancer. That’s when I saw less and less of her as the months went by. We would get updates from her sister. Sometimes she was doing very badly, other times she was doing much better. Just a few months ago, we received the news that she was making a lot of progress, and was doing very well. I was wondering when I’d see her next.

Just this week, I got news that she was back in the hospital, and that she was not at all well. Last night a friend called my brother telling him that she may not make it through the night. For some reason I didn’t really believe the news. I mean it did hit me, but after a little while I assured myself for some reason that she would make it. This morning as I got into work, I received a phone call from my brother that her funeral would be today. The news hit me really hard. I was actually tearing up as soon as I hung up the phone. I was tearing up even more at the actual funeral, as I heard the whimpers of her sisters and her mother, as her body was being lowered into the ground.

I don’t know why I was saddened as much as I was. I wasn’t even close to her. Maybe it’s the fact that she was so young, and had so much promise. It’s also just horrible to see any family mourn the loss of a loved one. When things like this happen, it really gets you thinking and puts a lot of things into perspective. I guess death is what makes life so important (I heard that on tv somewhere).

I Love Shabbos

It's bearly Tuesday, and I'm already waiting for Shabbos to come in. I'm not such a huge fan of this whole weekday thing! I'm sure I'm not the only one.

I usually am exhausted by the end of the week, and feel too lazy to go to Manhattan to spend Shabbos with my brother. So I usually just eat the meals out by a friend, who lives in the neighborhood... it is soooooo convenient because his family LOVES me, and is even insulted if i don't show up for 2 weeks in a row. I love them ... almost as much as I love Shabbos! ;)

Last week, I sort of felt forced to hold Shabbos meals at my place, even though I did not at all feel up to it. My brother and 2 friends asked if they could come, and I couldn't say no since they've had me over several times for Shabbos. I ended up cooking for5 people (including me and my roomie). It wasn't that bad at all though, since we were invited out for Shabbos morning, even though it was a 45 minute walk out in the freeeezing cold. Overall, I had a great time. The inconvenience of having to cook was well worth it. I would rather have had them than not.

And by the way... yes, I made apricot chicken.... that is ALL I know how to make!

Hilarious Article: Bitter Jewish Divorce in Brooklyn

This is an article that my step-father found in USA Today. I just thought I'd share it since I thought it was hilarious. It looks like something straight out of a movie! It's a MUST read! =)

http://www.usatoday.com/news/offbeat/2007-01-19-warofroses_x.htm?POE=click-refer

Panic!

I was just looking at my last post, and towards the end of it I was reminded of one of these crazy panicy moments, back in college.

Well, I went to the same college as my brother, and he and I had basically the same group of friends. These were all friends we grew up with and ones we made at college. Usually, on Shabbos, we would all get together for dinner- we're talking about 10 or more of us on a normal Shabbat.

One Shabbat, while we were in the middle of dinner, one of my friends was talking about how he had left his dorm room door open that day. When he got back, he saw some guy he doesn't really know at his computer. My brother quickly jumped into the conversation, and told me in front of EVERYBODY that he noticed that I too left my door open, and that when he walked in the other day, he turned on my computer screen and saw that there was gay porn on the browser. He continued to say that he scrolled down just to check if ANY of it was straight, and surely enough it wasn't.

My brother was convinced it was this crazy random guy. As soon as the words "gay porn" had left his mouth, I was in panic mode!! My heart skipped a beat, my hands started to sweat, and I was trying so hard to keep my hands from shaking under the table! Outside I was just trying to keep my cool, but inside I was yelling at the top of my lungs at my brother, "Don't say another word you IDIOT!!!!!........ Stop Talking!!!!" I think there was even a long pause after that. I think I ended up responding, "that's freaky!" - something stupid like that.

Anyway, thank G-d someone changed the subject after that. I really could not believe that my own brother didn't put two and two together, especially since that was like the 3rd or 4th time he had found gay porn on my computer. I just wish he had dealt with this with me individually, instead of at dinner when he had all of our friends' undivided attention.

................But hey..... looking back... it IS kinda funny. No?