I was born in Beit Shean, Israel, between a record player and a typewriter. And that’s basically all you need to know about me. I love music, I love writing, I love anything vintage, old school, retro… My weapon of choice is a red vintage typewriter, which makes a whole lotta noise. My tunes of choice consist of Arch Enemy records, which make a whole lotta more noise. My vocal chords are unable to make such a racket, but with these two eardrum-piercing-decibels-turned-auditory-orgasms, I can express myself in my utmost radical glory.
I also love women, and I am a proud member of that group. And no, I am not a hairy lesbian who eats men for dinner (though I highly respect these women as well). I love women on an intellectual level. I love talking to women, I love being around them, their intellect and their charisma inspire me. Their inner tiger flame is more powerful than anything human beings can grasp because it comes from an etherial place, where the Mother Goddess dwells – a place that only women can tap into.
I am also a proud Jewess. And I love my fellow Jewesses, my Jewish heritage, my Rabbi grandfather (A”H) and my Rabbanit grandmother (A”H), and anyone with the Mark of the Covenent who respects me and loves me as I am also a bearer of the Mark, within my womb.
This blog exists due to my insatiable need to write. Although, as mentioned above, I do prefer the rackitty rack of my typewriter, my lovely red vintage Rose Madder is not always readily available.
The blog is about me and my sometimes crazy, sometimes uneventful life, and how I manage to maneuver my way through it: My discussions with my inner-child, my adventures with travels, drugs, music, writing projects, love, feminism and the revolution coupled with the less palpitating aspects of my life, and trying to find a certain balance in the midst of the innate Israeli insanity.
So here is my blog. If it’s not for your enjoyment, it is certainly for mine. Go on and eat it.
A True Riot Grrrl Never Dies.