Musings on Judaism

613 commandments and a killer recipe for chicken soup.
I haven’t posted a ton on Judaism, but there have been a few posts over the last couple of years. Many have been about my struggles with it as a culture, a religion, and (most of all) as an identity. Last month, I posted about a panel discussion I’d taken part in, the goal of which was to build bridges in the queer and Jewish communities. I said at the time I’d like to speak more with the Rabbi who was on the panel, and this past week I finally had the chance.
We talked a bit about my show and queer issues within Judaism (more on that later) but the bulk of our time was spent discussing the frustrations I’ve found with Judaism as a religion. Specifically, the huge amount of tension I feel between horrible acts of slavery, sexism, genocide, hatred, murder, and xenophobia which are exalted in the Torah and the wonderful traditions of social justice, equality, women’s rights, and free-thinking I was taught growing up at synagogue.
In short, how do you reconcile that which seems irreconcilable? And why would you want to?

