Chareidi Drag King
Sep. 28th, 2010 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cremainsIt's been a very long time since we've been able to see the kids.
Last night I dreamed that they were living with us in a huge, three-story old house (unheard of in Israel). In the attic, we had a little kitchen, and I was making food. The kids were downstairs watching a movie. Suddenly the oldest came up and asked "Is that really what a naked man looks like?" Just then we realised that they had been watching an R-rated movie, starring Jamie Foxx.
I went to the second floor and prepared each of them a bubble bath in a separate marble and gold tub.
Then I went down to the first floor, which was a huge library at midnight. I got a call from my mom. "What's the matter with your bank account?" she demanded.
"Nothing," I said.
"Check on the internet," she advised.
When I did so at a dark library computer terminal, I found out that, inexplicably, I was heavily in debt. This freaked me out - why did the bank let me keep withdrawing money I didn't have? After a lot of crying, my mom gave me just enough money to bring the balance up to zero.
I picked up my tefillin, walked out of the library, and got on a rattly Jerusalem bus, where two chareidi frat boys called me a fat whore.
OK, so I went home, and asked to borrow some black pants and a black hat. The black pants turned out to be magic in some undisclosed way. I put them on, and a tallit katan with Rambam-style techeilet*, and a white shirt, and went out looking exactly like a young chareidi man. I wanted to see how it would feel.
It felt awesome.
*This is what I always use but for some reason in the dream it seemed to be significant.
Last night I dreamed that they were living with us in a huge, three-story old house (unheard of in Israel). In the attic, we had a little kitchen, and I was making food. The kids were downstairs watching a movie. Suddenly the oldest came up and asked "Is that really what a naked man looks like?" Just then we realised that they had been watching an R-rated movie, starring Jamie Foxx.
I went to the second floor and prepared each of them a bubble bath in a separate marble and gold tub.
Then I went down to the first floor, which was a huge library at midnight. I got a call from my mom. "What's the matter with your bank account?" she demanded.
"Nothing," I said.
"Check on the internet," she advised.
When I did so at a dark library computer terminal, I found out that, inexplicably, I was heavily in debt. This freaked me out - why did the bank let me keep withdrawing money I didn't have? After a lot of crying, my mom gave me just enough money to bring the balance up to zero.
I picked up my tefillin, walked out of the library, and got on a rattly Jerusalem bus, where two chareidi frat boys called me a fat whore.
OK, so I went home, and asked to borrow some black pants and a black hat. The black pants turned out to be magic in some undisclosed way. I put them on, and a tallit katan with Rambam-style techeilet*, and a white shirt, and went out looking exactly like a young chareidi man. I wanted to see how it would feel.
It felt awesome.
*This is what I always use but for some reason in the dream it seemed to be significant.
