The Importance of Protesting

So … I took a spur of the moment trip to Israel this year, and by the end of my first יום רשון, I got banned from the Temple Mount. Now, for the rest of my life, I can tell people, “It’s OK. I’ve been banned from a better place than this.” It was really just a misunderstanding between me and the Jordanian religious police that maintain decorum there. I went up the ramp to the gate for Jews on the Temple Mount wearing a T-shirt and shorts. A similar outfit cause no objection at the Western Wall a couple of days earlier, but religious Muslim men consider my legs sexy in a way the religious Jewish men do not notice. The Jordanian religious police wanted me to wear a green skirt to cover up my sexy legs, but green is not my color, I normally only cross-dress if I’m on a date with someone I really like, and those guys were not my type.

I told the Jordanian religious police that I would buy one of those dresses made for the local men and come back in it to accommodate their customs. It was difficult to find a shop open in the Muslim Quarter of the Old City on a Ramadan morning, but I eventually found one merchant willing to charge me way too much for a traditional outfit that I wore for a return trip to the Temple Mount. After all, soldiers in my father’s generation made a huge sacrifice to liberate the Temple Mount. How could I balk at spending 2 days worth of net income to get access to it.

The Jordanian religious police did not recognize me when I came back in the outfit. I’ve been told plenty of times while performing naked online that I look Arab, but their enthusiasm at seeing me in traditional Arab clothing is more proof of our shared DNA. I thought they were happy to see me in the new outfit, but they thought they were looking at a Muslim who had tricked the Jews into letting him walk through the Jewish gate. They asked me where I was from, and I told them “New York City”. Then I looked them in the eye and explained that they should not take my refusal to wear the green dress personally, because I’ve got an Algerian friend in Paris who kept asking me last year to wear something red and lacy for him to no avail. I stick to the Blue Shirt Haredi colors. Then I left them speechless with a sentence about how I understand why they thought my legs were too sexy to be visible near all those religious Muslim men.

Well … as I was wondering around the Temple Mount, some of the other Jordanian religious police thought it was odd for a Muslim to not know where he was going. They asked my religion, and I told them I was Jewish as I pulled out my necklace with a Star of David on it. Between their poor English and my lack of Arabic, they gave up on communicate the rules (which I was happy to follow) and sent me to the Israeli guard. The Israeli guard waved me off the Temple Mount for questioning. As my side of the story came out, Jews and Arabs agreed that I payed way too much for the outfit and I should not return to the Temple Mount. So, I was off to enjoy the rest of my day.

As the week progressed, I found a gay bar where a man from Ecuador saw me dancing happily alone and did what men from Ecuador do. He was on his knees sucking my dick before I could say, “No, thank you.” Two glasses of wine in one night is too much for me, and the dance floor was not the best place for that to happen. Anyway, I walked him back to his hotel room in the Muslim Quarter of the old city, but I needed to sit down for a moment when I felt light headed. That’s when a bunch of teens passed us shouting, “Sharmota”. He ran off and I shrugged off the incident. Then I was stuck walking back to my hotel room alone. Uggg. Now I owe my boyfriend a nice gift. It’s like he’s the pimp for all these random whores who throw themselves at me. Fame has it’s disadvantages. Talk about your walk of shame. Anyway …  later, I bought a rainbow flag at the LGBT center in Jerusalem and went to the archaeological park at the base of the Temple Mount.

… by the time I flew back to America, the King of Jordan decides to replace his Prime Minister. (هههههههههههه)

These events highlight the importance of protesting. I can sympathize with the young man who took over the stage at Eurovision in May, even if his action was a bit rash. The young lady singing had rights too. It was rude to interrupt her. Oh the other hand, there’s a reason the Quakers streaked during Puritan masses in colonial Massachusetts. Puritan values were the excuse for burning little old ladies accused of witchcraft. Nelson Mandela became an international hero despite his violent activities. Some of the UK lads facing prison for much less deserve the type of support he got. Europe has its share of cultural figures who paid with their lives for expressing unpopular views. It’s too late to bring them back, but a campaign to free the content producers currently imprisoned for publishing content is a good idea.

Luckily for freedom fighters everywhere, the UK has plenty of embassies and consulates where people can protest. In less than a year, Eurovision will be in Israel where there are numerous significant sites for freedom fighters to protest in defense of 1st Amendment rights. Any readers interested in making these things happen can spread the word and get the ball rolling.



First off, both SuRie and the protester were able to disagree on a contentions topic without assaulting each other or loosing their cool. This is commendable. A longer post will have to wait until I have time to think thoroughly about it. In the meantime, please watch the video below:

A Mixed Bag of News

So, there’s a major snow storm predicted for New Jersey. According to one DC politician, these types of storms are the result of a Jewish conspiracy. Unlike the views of protesters in Charlottesville, VA, the bigotry of this elected official won’t be held up as proof that DC is an anti-Semitic city, because the politician is a Black Democrat.

UK courts convicted a man for posting a comedic video of his dog giving a Nazi salute. He made it clear in the video that he found Hitler offensive and only had the dog give the salute to upset his girlfriend, but the courts put him in the same category as people who try to intimidate an entire class. Plenty of people thought it was hilarious to watch a dog give a Nazi salute, because the poor dog had no understanding of what the salute meant.

On the lighter side, we can all enjoy this video of the the UK’s entry to this year’s Eurovision contest. Pay attention to the choreography around marks 0:45, 1:05, 1:45, and 2:35. They made me laugh the first time I saw this video, because the poor girl has no idea that her choreography might be problematic.