animal rights

My Garden of Eden Fetish and a Chat with a Lover of Birds

I am officially a conspiracy theorist.

I was telling my mom about how they make down today. She was like, I had no idea. I was like, yeah, I know, it’s like a conspiracy, isn’t it? They try to keep it hidden from us. She was like, yeah I guess so.

Yay she agreed.

Think of all the stuff they try to keep hidden.

The average person has not the slightest inkling where milk comes from and what happens to the baby calves. If you told them the true story about where dairy comes from well, it’s so horrifying they probably wouldn’t even believe it. No one knows. HA! It’s hilarious! And yet not, obviously.

I remember I used to think maybe I would have a dairy farm one day because you could be around animals but didn’t have to kill any.

You do though. It’s crazy.

The average person has no idea animals are even “people”.

What a twisted web it is.

Anyway, today I went out for my attempted daily walk to catch some rays.


Around a bend I saw tons of birds lining this railing.

I walked closer and a woman, who looked possibly homeless but was very stylishly dressed, was feeding the birds.

Seagulls were swarming in the air. Canadian geese, ducks and pigeons flocked below.

It was the most beautiful thing I have seen all year maybe. The sun was coming through their feathers. It was like a painting from the bible.

Their calls in the air, the color of the white feathers–I don’t even know what it was but it was an almost deja vu esque experience where I felt I had seen it in a dream or something. It was exactly like I remembered it, like angels.

It reminded me of something. Maybe the feeling of the most beautiful art I have ever made…or seen.

It was so beautiful. I thought about 1. how lucky these birds were that they were free. And 2. how we look down on them so much when really they are the most beautiful amazing creatures.

I stood there watching and then eventually started talking to the woman.

She had escaped from kosovo. She came here with nothing, no money and she didn’t speak English. She told me that she “never forget” what it was like to be hungry and so for years she had been coming every day to feed the birds. She told me they come all the way from New Jersey on the opposite side of the hudson river every day to wait for her. She is the only one who feeds them in the winter and they have nothing to eat except grass if there isn’t snow. She told me she used to have dreams when she was younger about being a bird and flying with wings on her back and she had always loved birds and animals. She was like people think I’m the crazy bird lady, but I don’t care.

An animal lover like me.

We had a good chat.

It made me think about something I have been thinking about recently.

How a city is like this total bastardization of nature like you might see in a sci-fi movie that’s supposed to take place in the future.

For example, there is this sculpture in the park. It looks like an engagement ring but there’s an apple on the top.

One lone apple in a metal setting, in a gray concrete city, a city that should be full of apple trees. I saw a Poland Spring truck with a picture of evergreen trees and a babbling stream on it. It was like an optical illusion of the Garden of Eden on the back of a gray truck.

There are cabbages growing underneath the twig like trees that line the streets. The trees just seemed so scrawny and pitiful and it was funny to me that the cabbages were just decoration and no body knew that we should be eating that cabbage.

I guess it is like this Garden of Eden fetish I have. We should be naked bathing in a waterfall lol eating fruit from the orchards and playing with the animals.

I guess that makes me a hippie? But I already knew that lol.

You know what’s really cool, since as you may know, pole dancing is my hobby, I now have the upper body strength to scale trees, and did so today on my walk before I met the Bird Lady. I think I could create a sport, tree poling though it would probably be really dangerous. I’m all set to live in nature.

Now where is my fruit orchard and my tropical paradise.


There is this woman on instagram, Ellen Fisher.

She and her husband live in Maui with their adorable baby (he’s probably about 1) Elvis. They are both raw vegan fruitarians. I read an interview with her about how she became a raw vegan/fruitarian to cure her health problems and her skin. Her husband joined her. She was like “most people probably think our lives are incredibly boring because we don’t drink, go out to eat ever, drink coffee or do anything, but we love our lives. We have gained so much athletic ability and we just hang out with elvis and go to the beach all day.” Maja paraphrasing there, but her instagram is all photos of them hanging out on the beach in Maui together and eating fruit. (her youtube)

That sounds so great.

I’d give up pole dancing, clubbing, restaurants, cultural events, and getting drunk for that. I just would be sad to leave my family who all live in nyc.

I saw this thing on a blog lately that was a picture of a girl, a boy, and a dog and it said You, Me and the Dog.

Yeah, I get that.


(pictures from my life inspiration board on pinterest. Kind of a creepy name, lol, but oh well)


The Solution to the Riddle


While browsing facebook tonight I came across this status from Anita Krajnc (head of Toronto Pig Save)

Hi everyone, if you have a YouTube channel, can you please subscribe to Toronto Pig Save’s YouTube channel? We aim to get 1,000 subscribers soon so we can qualify to broadcast on YouTube Live. Our dream is to livestream our vigils so thousands can bear witness of the pigs, cows, chickens, sheep, fish and other animals heading to Toronto’s slaughterhouses. So far, we have 353 YT subscribers… If you can help us out, please let us know. Thanks!

Wow. They want to broadcast vigils live on youtube.

It reminds me of how you’re reading a book, and you’re like, how in the world is this going to end, and then the author comes up with a mind-blowing plot climax that’s just so good, you’re like, how did they ever think of that. That is just so perfect. So brilliant.

Let me explain. The mission of Toronto Pig Save is to make slaughterhouses have glass walls.

But slaughterhouses don’t have glass walls. Will never have glass walls, because they want to keep the carnage hidden (though I heard some have windows that you can see everything through).

Who would have ever guessed, then, that in a stunning plot twist, Toronto Pig Save, a small group of people standing on a single street in Canada, would take it global suddenly, by live broadcasting transport and possibly even slaughterhouse footage on youtube.

It reminds me of an old fairy tale when the witch tells the young girl, “I will give you what you want when slaughterhouses have glass walls” or some impossible task like that.

And the girl solves it.

I remember one where a witch asked her to collect water in a sieve and she did it by using clay from the riverbed to stop up the holes.

And now the riddle of putting glass walls on slaughterhouses has been solved too.


Imagine if they put a camera in a slaughterhouse and you could tune in at any time and the slaughter was always there. The constant screaming of the pigs. The torture. The blood. The fear.


I feel like this is a big idea. Just knowing there is a livestream of slaughterhouses–that the meat industry can’t get away with it anymore–would change things.

Imagine if during the holocaust there had been a livestream in the concentration camps. Would that have changed things I wonder.

I think people will suddenly wake up to the horrible spell that has been cast on them that allows them to stare unseeingly onto the meat filled menu.

Suddenly they will have to face the truth. There will probably be a media outcry. Soon everyone will be talking about it. And I’m sure most people will not watch it, but at least the truth will be out there at last for anyone who wants to see it.

Searchable on youtube. Live.

The truth will set us free.

Don’t forget to subscribe to Toronto Pig Save on youtube and let’s make this happen.