After spending six hours in synagogue, sitting through a sermon I don’t remember, pledging for an appeal I may forget to fulfill, and hearing constant talk about Egypt and Syria, I needed to forget about Rosh Hashanah once and for all. Fortunately, this was nothing a cosmo and a good drag show couldn’t cure.
Still, thanks to a drag queen named Shequida and her inspired musical medley, I realized that no matter how hard I try to escape the Jewiest of holidays, there’ll always be another pop-up synagogue at some New York City gay bar to remind me where I come from.
Can’t wait for her Yom Kippur encore.
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