
My Dog and Kevin Spacey
I wouldn’t admit it to myself for a long time. Not the fact that my dog, Neddy, is gayer than pink ink. That part doesn’t bother me. Anyone who says homosexuality is unnatural has never owned a male dog. They all like to try it on, from time to time. “Oh, it’s just dominance,” people say. But is it, really? And, if so, why all the kissing and foreplay? No, it’s not the occasional manifestation of his sexual preference that bothers me – it’s the realization that Neddy is a ser