Friday, August 31, 2012

Ki Tetze:
Confessions of a Cross-Dressing Rabbi*


Whoa! Put me out of business, Torah, why don’t you?
This thought always crosses my mind as we collide with this week’s Torah portion, Ki Tetze. It’s one of those Torah speedbumps. You’re cruising along through the portion, enjoying good, sound, compassionate dictates about helping your neighbor and caring for life and then, bang:
Lo yihyeh chli gever al ishah v’lo yilbash gever simlat ishah.
No male article shall be on a woman, nor shall a man wear a woman’s garment.
And the reason for this prohibition?
Ki to’avat Adonai Eloheycha kol oseh eleh.
Whoever does this is abhorrent to Adonai, your God.
(Which is not even a reason, frankly. It’s like saying, “It’s so bad we don’t even need to give you a reason!”)
I’m sure some people have been waiting a long time for me to take up the issue of this prohibition since, by my own estimate, I spend upwards of 80 nights a year soundly planted inside a skirt and heels, as Winnie of the Kinsey Sicks.
When I was younger I naïvely imagined that by the time I had reached middle age, this prohibition would be academic. The distinction between men’s garb and women’s would have shrunk to a mere matter of size and fit. That as women claimed a place of power in the culture, the age-old cultural imperative for women to dress for men, to gussy themselves up in prescribed ways that we unquestioningly consider appealing and always consider sexual, would have fallen away.
But this is clearly not the case. Our secretary of state, indisputably the most powerful woman in this country, is still asked by reporters what designer she’s wearing and is criticized for appearing in public without applying paint to her face. George Schultz and Henry Kissinger, I’m sure, were never treated in this way. And the fact that this very thought brings a chuckle is a good clue that there’s a real problem here.
The pressure on women to look a certain deeply conventional but deeply unnatural way is astounding. Anyone who has taken a walk through the girls’ department of Target can see that we continue to train our daughters, with great gusto, that the price of being on this planet is their showing their skin: legs, shoulders, arms, midriffs. Our awkwardly adolescing sons are allowed to make themselves invisible in baggy pants and hoodies. Our daughters, though, are told that no matter how awkward or self-conscious their young age makes them, they are not permitted invisibility. They must put themselves on display for judgment by the male-driven culture. They can opt for baggy pants and hoodies, but I’d wager that most girls who do, feel like they’ve already failed in the marketplace of the flesh to which we subject them.
Winnie & cohorts. Photo: C. Stanley.
When I dress as Winnie on stage, I like to feel like I am pointing a finger at these inequities; demonstrating the artificiality of what we call femininity. Winnie, in her gawkiness, with skirt and heels and high-piled hair, with her secretly non-conforming body, is no more comfortable or natural in her getup than many or most women for whom dressing this way is the inescapable key to worth and self-worth.
We say we’ve reached a kind of gender equality in this country, which may be true in the law books but is not remotely the case on the ground. The fact that a man in a dress is either laughed at, stared at, or gushingly admired in the international press for his bravery (if he’s straight and European and doing it in solidarity with his 5-year old dress-wearing son) is a clear signal that men and women are not equal. If they were, why would it matter what he wears? Why would it be considered campy if he’s gay or brave if he’s not? Does anyone consider the bravery of a woman who is forced every single day to live with her physical appearance being the first and primary axis on which she is judged? And who, in response, lives a life in clothes that are too binding or too revealing for her own comfort? Who, for the sake of social acceptance, consents to wear shoes that make it impossible for her ever to flee an attacker?
That’s not to say women don’t succeed in this country far beyond any time in history. Of course things have changed! But women have to reckon with how they are seen in ways that men never do. They may choose on any given day or week or year whether to put on the dress and the makeup or just the jeans and the face that Nature gave them. But nonetheless, they must choose, and unlike for men, the choice is never a neutral one.
In Torah times, the notion of gender equality would have been an alien one. There were all sorts of codified social inequities. There was slavery, and indentured servitude. Women were property of fathers and husbands; they had no legal standing; except in rare cases they could not own land. In a system that relies on such distinctions in status, it becomes extremely important to know who is who. Status blur upsets the system. In a similar way to how mixed-race marriage was outlawed in the American south. If there are people whose natural role and purpose is to be oppressed, you must be able to confidently identify who they are.
The deep preoccupation people feel when they encounter someone and are uncertain how to read their gender is very revealing about how central - unnecessarily central, stupidly central - gender is to our culture. It seems someone’s gender is the most important thing we can know about them. When a baby is born, their sex is the first thing we ask, before we even ask about their health. We don’t know how to begin thinking about a baby without a proper pronoun, and an appropriate set of colors, toys and aspirations to go with it. (Even if the aspiration is that the baby should defy the limitations placed on their gender.)
There are people working hard to think about what it might be like to live in a society not so deeply marked by gender dualism. What it might be like for every binary opposition we dream up (hard/soft; loud/quiet; tough/compassionate) not to be painted onto gender. What it might be like for gender not to be revealed in pronouns. What it might be like really not to know the gender of people you hear about or hire or even meet. But people thinking or talking aloud about such questions remain on the fringe, because really thinking through and past gender conventions continues to be one of the most transgressive, outrageous things one can do.
In a world of extreme gender inequality, Torah, in this verse, in this prohibition, seems to be concerned with truth in advertising.
I, personally, would rather see other kinds of truth in advertising. I think plutocrats masquerading as populists are a much bigger problem this year. Haters of women dressing themselves as protectors of children. Racists garbed in ideas of meritocracy. Haters of the poor pretending to be proponents of economic tough love. That, my friends, is cross-dressing. And that is abhorrent.
If deep down, Torah is trying to say, “show your true colors,” then it is time for all of us to do just that. Whatever our true colors are; whatever our true colors tell us to wear. We owe this broken world that much. We owe our broken ideas of gender that much. We owe it to our mothers who weren’t allowed to just be. And even to our fathers who were never allowed the dress. We owe them that much. So let us show our true colors. To do anything less is abhorrent.
* Note: Irwin Keller readily admits to being a drag queen but vehemently denies being a rabbi.

12 comments:

Anne said...

Preach, Irwin!

Emily said...

This post is toras emes. As a transgender woman, Ki Tetze annoyed and irritated me as a kid well before I knew exactly why I was annoyed and irritated (and don't forget how the very next chapter specifically excludes castrated men from the Jewish community, and how this has been used to oppress trans women). I really appreciate your chiddush on this verse: being true to yourself, and living that truth, is what the Torah is really going for here. Good shabbos!

RT said...

Very well said, my dear. Here's a link to my favorite blogger, just in case you haven't heard of her:
http://nerdyapple.com/my-son-is-gay/

Rachmiel said...

Yasher koach. This is brilliant. I've been a Kinsey Sicks fan for a decade, and I never had any idea you were such a chacham.

Thank you for this wonderful Torah.

Daniel Brenner said...

Love this drash. We linked to it up on http://www.facebook.com/ShevetAchimTheBrotherhood

Irwin Keller said...

"Shevet" with a tet. Very clever.

gdg said...

Reb Irwin, you have offered some great Torah! had no clue how to redeem this section prior to reading your blog.

Thanks & Blessings...

R. George Gittleman

Anonymous said...

Divine drash! You're my new rebbe!

Ira Wise said...

Well said my friend! Forty years you have been teaching me Torah and the true meaning of things! Shavua tov!

Ira

Ari Hilton said...

Irwin, I will always be your "Tranny Boy" and I continue to be enriched and enlightened by your insight and your willingness to share your gifts with the world.

Ellie and Ryan said...

So beautifully put! I think this interpretation bespeaks a Divine being who genuinely loves us and wants us to be the glorious creations we were designed to be. I have a hard time being bi-gendered. I can dress as dudely as I want but still be pegged as "only a girl." But being judged as solely female is a double-whammy because I'm a woman of goddess proportions who generally eschews make up (except for glitter and nail polish... and glitter nail polish) and prefers not to wear a dress unless I'm in the pulpit. I have generally come to expect people to treat me as a second class citizen, and I'm trying to change that in me because I realized a while back that *I* have come to treat me as a second class citizen for the same reasons. I generally feel like a fat freak deep down, even when I'm trying to be and present the genius creative soul with a very caring heart I know myself to be. When someone is nice to me, as you were the day we met in person, I often go home and cry happy tears with prayers of thanks that such people exist in this world. It is my heartfelt wish that someday I become so used to people being nice to me that I become in danger of taking it for granted. Thank you for putting out this lovely message of acceptance and celebration for all the myriad ways the Divine chose to express the human form.

~~Ellie and Ryan

niboroo said...

Just going back over some of your drashes, so as not to let slip the divinely wise pieces of your Torah. This one prompts me to add in a farmer tomboy's experience, one not at all unusual in the NE PA working class region where I lived and schooled from 2nd grade through H.S. Public schools made girls wear dresses no matter what the weather - which was harsh from October into April, so our legs got cold waiting for the school bus, etc.
The minute we got home, we had farm chores to do for which dresses were totally inadequate, so we changed into jeans and snow apparel if needed. In daily gym classes we wore shorts and regular 'boys' basketball uniforms if we could get them. I don't remember even once hearing anything accusatory or oppressive from or about any of my classmates' clothing in or out of school. I'm convinced that the combination of working class needs and farming work needs combined to make all this a non-issue - except for the school administrators. This was in the 40s and 50s. Then I was lucky enough to go to Antioch College
where clothing was what you wore because you felt like wearing it.
It was always jeans for me, and for many other women. After leaving this blessed cloister, and when on job assignments, I had to conform to the ideological (not 'logical' at all) dress codes for women, except when doing backstage theatre work jobs.
This seesawing dress-o-logic was enough to make me unsteady in my
sense of self, until I came out. Sold 22 pairs of high heels in one afternoon for $2 a pair!
Much more to say about how my dressing comfortably, and as my hair got shorter, I was, and am, frequently "sirred" even right here in Cotati. This may take forever to change!