In this issue, Alef wants to know “What’s So Funny?”, as we explore Jewish jokes, Jewish comics, and Jewish humor.
Read More...In this issue, we’ll look at sex from unique Jewish angles, and we’ll also hear some classic stories about the sexual angst that most of us have endured at one point or another. After all, we’re all human. From Jewish grandfathers giving advice on shedding the V-card, to the world of Jewish burlesque, to steamy hookups with Israeli soldiers on Birthright Israel trips, this is guaranteed to be one sexy issue.
Read More...When we originally wracked our brains about what to call Issue #7 we came up with a strategy that was sure to knock the socks off our readers: call Issue #7 “Sexless Love” and then follow it up with Issue #8, “Loveless Sex.” What could be more interesting for the two weeks leading up to Valentines Day, we thought, than to take the two qualities generally considered in modern society to comprise a healthy relationship, and pull them apart?
Read More...In this issue, we explore the relationship between Jews, sports, and yes, even tailgating.
Read More...It’s the second night of Hanukkah, and I’m sitting at the bar, eating greasy potato latkes and staring at naked Jewish women. I knew there was an active burlesque scene in New York City, but never checked it out until I was invited to “Menorah Horah” in December.
Imagine yourself playing an amazing game with a partner. Perhaps it’s a high-energy game of tennis at the Australian Open, or a game of chess on an antique chess board with stone-carved pieces. The game is only as good as the people playing it. What does your partner look like?
When I graduated high school sexually inactive, my grandfather was terribly disappointed. “This is because you went to Catholic school,” he told me. “They messed you up.”
By 20, his virginity had gone from being that annoying family member your mom forces you to speak with during Passover dinner to the unwelcome friend you have crashing on your couch who traces your movements with sleepy eyes every time you walk into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal in the morning.
I recall taking a Jewish-American Literature class in college where I had to write my final paper on any sort of Jewish literature my heart desired. What did I choose? Naturally, sex. Not the “S-E-X” sex, but the erotic, persuasive, literary intrigue of S-E-X. When I told the intimate class of 15 that this was to be my topic, a few people scoffed and snickered.
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