Do you ever go to a website or another holy site and seek words of Torah, only to have repeatedly thrust in your face the most aberrant forms of sexuality?
Yeah, me too.
I’m a tender soul and I’m just not used to a lot of talk about God’s Phallus, though I do hear it is a fantastic book.
And the Greek word for genitalia is most sublime.
And I appreciate how unwrapping the Torah is like undressing a woman… I can’t even talk about poking the Torah with a yad and its implications. Oy vey!
Sometimes it is all a bit much for a simple Jew such as myself.
Why can’t the Torah be sex-free like me?
I went today to discuss Talmud with a friend over a humble lunch (fried pita, humus, tabouli, beets, salad, raspberries, cherries) and her stupid little white dog bit me.
This normally mild-mannered animal went into a rage that lasted for hours. His sharp little teeth went right through my Hasidic clothing. I feel like the Mickey Rourke character in Angel Heart. Wherever I go, dogs bark at me and then bite me.
A couple of weeks ago, I was looking after two little dogs, and when I became friendly with the owner in a manner completely in consonance with kabbalah, one of the dogs bit me. (He’d already bitten me when we first met a couple of hours before.)
This upsets me because this part of me that enrages dogs and other living things is not my true self, not my highest self, not the part of me that I present on Facebook and Twitter.
Here’s a picture of Eliot on a happier day enjoying some quality time with his friend Lewis.
