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Little Dog? We eat those in our country..

Amelia (Lady Rizo)

Just spilled water all over my lap top which after a few shakes is now working again.  So clumsy today.  All over the place.

Firstly, I have to tell you THIS:  The NYC heat is frying my brain.

Now, I must tell you this:

I have been sitting on/keeping from you an insane and shocking moment the past couple of months.  I just didn’t know how or if I should even mention it.

One of my freaky Hollywood neighbors text me after we had dinner before I left California asking if I had ever ‘been intimate with the little dog?’ it was NOT a joke.

He intimated that he had ‘feelings’ for his kitten.

I really didn’t know what to do.

I urged him to get help.

This is just one of the many reasons I don’t want to go back to LA.  I missed my flight – overslept.  Had to buy another ticket.  It’s all the same.  There must be more insane/lonely/desperate people per square mile in LA than any other city in the USA.

I know that this might sound a bit racist but every time a Korean looks at the little dog I wonder if they are thinking what sauce they would eat him with.  Once, outside the Mud Cafe on 9th a Korean told me with a smug smile that she could not understand our absurd preoccupation with an animal that they grill.

Saw the Kids are Alright yesterday evening with Amelia.  We had a lovely lunch in Williamsburg.  We made plans after her genius performance at Joe’s Pub the previous night.  I had to walk over the boiling hot Williamsburg Bridge as it was unexpectedly closed to traffic.  Walking over the bridge made it all the more exciting adventure.

After our lovely lunch in Williamsburg– omelets and watermelon/mint juice we, Amelia and I hunted the shops for exciting sale items.  I bought socks and underwear at the 70% off Paul Smith Shop.

This is the performance from the night before:



Saw Amelia perform Lady Rizo with Jake.  He loved the show.

Afterwards we hung with Amelia and her husband at a small bar on Lafayette.

The following afternoon me and Jake bid our adieu.  I have absolutely no idea if or when we will see each other ever again.  We have not made plans.  We will see each other if it feels right I suppose.

Last night, the streets were boiling hot and humid.  At night the thunder, lightning and torrential rain cool everything down for a few glorious moments.

Anyway, The Kids are Alright: Annette Benning is marvelous in Lisa’s movie.  A totally convincing alcoholic dyke.   The other performances were wonderful too but Benning’s was by far my favorite..and there again was Mia Wasikowska!  Our Whitstable lunch condiment.  I assume she is well on her way to getting an Oscar, possibly next year?

Julianne Moore lacked control in A Single Man, her talent all over the place like a prolapsed labia.   Compare that asinine performance with the very genuine, tight..measured performance in the Kids Are Alright.  I would have preferred Olivia Williams of course but who the hell wouldn’t?

My ONLY gripe with the movie was the wholly unresolved issue of Ruffalo’s character who just vanished in a puff of metrosexual angst, ferociously seen off by Benning’s well observed impression of an alpha male.  Unfairly berating Ruffalo on her doorstep, telling him that he was an ‘interloper’.

He was the sperm donor.  After all they had been through, he should have been included in the family at the end of the movie.  The kids wanted a relationship with him.  It seemed unfair and churlish to jettison his character..although probably quite realistic.  After all, it was they that contacted him.  Moore who seduced him, Benning who suggested the ill-fated dinner at his house etc. etc.

I wish, when I had found my real dad he had been like Mark Ruffalo rather than the lying villain on offer.

Somebody suggested that if it had been a straight couple who had cheated with a surrogate mother..would the mother be part of the family?  Well,  if the kids wanted her..I suppose so.  It posed many interesting and complex questions about what family means.   What it could mean.

I loved everything about this exquisitely crafted movie but one thing above everything else totally blew me away:  all of the characters took turns being the persecutor/rescuer/victim.  Genius.  There was so much at stake for all of them.

Saturday after the movie met Ian at Soho House NYC, which was jammed with gays.  One particularly drunk, gay in swim short was making a total fool of himself.  He should have been chucked out but everyone was a bit scared of the repercussions I think.  Ate pork chops.  Took cab to The Phoenix, a gay bar in East Village.  Drank sickly diet coke.  Met 20-year-old Persian boy.  Nice for the ego.

This morning I saw Mike Z, a friend from LA, at the park whilst walking our dogs.  Now I am waiting on him to come pick me up for lunch.  He may forget.  I am really hungry.  Ravenous.

Ended up eating polish sausage on my own.  Never trust a drinker to do what they agree to do.

Busy week ahead.  No idea what’s in store.  All I know is that once I get home I am going directly to the new road to see it being built.  I can’t wait.

8 replies on “Little Dog? We eat those in our country..”

I do hope your friend didn’t hurt his kitten, gives me the shudders.
I remember seeing a Korean film once where it seemed they had to put “a pet” dog as an adjective.

d. Left busch drive this morning .. Zuma ok.
Malibu canyon still under construction. Hope all is well upon return.

nice blog post!
I’m glad you liked the videos from Amelia’s show.
Check out my youtube page for more from her past shows and other shows I shoot around NYC.


god that guy is nuts!! how can you do that too an animal I am flabbergasted the wurst thing is that you cant get the picture out of your head. there is a sex museum in Amsterdam with a section with animal sex I accidently Wonder in I was in shock Thad was twenty years ago and I Am still in shock.

If this person is sexually abusing his/her cat or any animal, you cannot be quiet about it. You need to confront this person. Animals are so helpeless just like children, however they cannot talk and tell.
You might don’t know to what extent is the abuse, but this sex deviant needs to be confronted or reported. You cannot be quiet.


I think that everyone needs to remember that having sexul “feelings” for an animal and acting on those feelings are two separate issues. Seriously creepy, but separate, issues. You were right to tell your neighbor to get help. And if he’s acting on those fantasies, it’s, obviously, considered animal cruelty and is illegal as well as disgusting. But prevalent enough, historically, in society, to require a Biblical taboo.

As for ‘Lil Dog being looked at as food, I found this on Wikipedia (with footnotes): “…Even though a fair number of Koreans (anywhere from 5 to 30%) have tried it before, only a little percentage of the population eats it regularly.[citation needed] There is a large and vocal group of Korean people that are against the practice of eating dogs.[62] There is also a large population of people in Korea that do not eat or enjoy the meat, but do feel strongly that it is the right of others to do so.[62] There is a smaller but still vocal group of pro-dog cuisine people in South Korea who want to popularize the consumption of dog in Korea and the rest of the world.[62]” Here’s the link to the entire article: Apparently, dog meat has been eaten all over the world at various times in history and in some cultures, still is, although it is becoming more of a cultural taboo if not illegal. And there are religious taboos. One should note that pretty much anything that crawls, walks, flies or swims was once considered food. That we don’t eat some animals, starting from religious taboos, started pretty much as a health issue. Think trichinosis (pigs), rabies (dogs), marine toxins (shellfish), etc..

I also found this link which shows in pictures with representative families, the food eaten by them per week and the amount spent: The only family that spent more per week was a German family. The American family spent $341.98, the Egyptian family spent $68.53 US, and by the time you get to the family from Chad, it’s $1.23 US. I’m thinking that if not for cultural or religious taboos, some of those families would be grateful for any additional protein that they could lay their hands on. And in America, according to a cookbook with regional and old time recipes, ( we’ve eaten everything including doves. (Some Native
Americans ate dog.) Nowadays, while most people would frown on eating Rocky [the (flying) squirrel), they might not turn their noses up at Bullwinkle (the moose) or (Crusader) Rabbit. And if people actually had to take home a live chicken, behead it, cut off it’s feet, bleed it out, pull off it’s feathers before even getting to the cooking part, like our great grandparents might have done, I think that a lot of people who think nothing of getting that nice sanitized chicken breast or yes, steak, at the supermarket, might become vegetarian.

In the history of our interaction with animals, we have domesticated them, not for their benefit but for ours. All the breeds of dogs that come from the original wolves, first helped us hunt. (And if that dog couldn’t hung anymore, that dog wouldn’t be allowed to live.) Sheep, goats and pigs gave us food. Ditto, for cows and horses but they also could pull plows, and gave us transport. Cats provided rodent control. The animals we now consider pets were first kept by the wealthy who could afford to share food and later by classes of people, who, again, could afford to look at an animal as something more than a food source. Personally, I lean toward the Native American philosophy that says that we are all part of the web of life and that every life is sacred. Therefore, when we take nourishment from any living thing, whether plant or animal, we should give thanks for the life that is taken and honor the sacrifice. We are not better than any other creature. Allowing rain forest to be destroyed so we can get cheap beef or supporting the practice of factory farming of cows, chickens etc. is not honoring the animals or the web of life of which we are a part. And companion animals for those who are lucky enough to be able to take care of them are a blessing. But condemning other people does not expand the soul or the consciousness. Just saying.



I should have said that condemning other people for their food choices does not expand the soul or the consciousness. Bestiality is another thing entirely.

We eat animals too, so alas, if we don’t all go vegetarian, we can’t really say anything justly. Look at what the French eat: snails (which to me are glorified slugs), fish eggs, and frog legs. Whatever culture you see, people eat weird junk. Though it is sad they eat dogs and the Chinese eat cats, b/c they all seem so human if you live with them with unique personalities.
Me, I’ll keep to steak, chicken, and pork.

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