
I saw something in the park today that has decidedly sidetracked my planned discussion on the new MOMA and a new favorite artist I saw therein.
Of course what distracted me was perverse, and I saw it in the park while taking a stroll with my pal. What I saw was this: two male mallards humping. Serious. My friend didn’t believe they were both male, but I spent some time once taking care of a flock of ducks and I know the difference between the sexes and I know what duck humping looks like because it is seriously rape-ish. I spent a lot of time with those ducks not only feeding them and collecting their eggs and tucking them into their pen at night but also shooing away the males from the females because I could not bear the sight.
Coincidentally, I am already familiar with the case study by Kees Moeliker on non-consensual homosexual necrophilic sex in male mallards. Serious.
Above is an image of Leda and the Swan by Michaelangelo. I’ve read Ovid’s Metamorphoses, but it still did not steel me against all the graphic images depicting the sexual encounters between women and animals (i.e. transmogrified Greek gods) that I saw at the Bargello in Florence. You never know what will make for interesting subject matter. It could be some lofty and metaphysical dilemma, inaccessible save for the elevated artistic mind and soul, or it could be some smutty bestiality myths. Call me a philistine, but I’d prefer the latter.
Um, below is Kees Moeliker’s photo, helpfully labeled A. (before necrophiliac homosexual copulation), and B. (during necrophiliac homosexual non-consensual copulation).

P.S. While I was google searching for the ducks, I found another deviant opportunistic animal here.
Images VIA The National Gallery, and ??? can’t find it again.

Nora K. Salzman » Blog Archive » Duckey Dong Revisited wrote,
[…] As I said in “Homo Anas Platyrhynchos,” I have a little experience seeing how rapey ducks can be. To add, the ducks I took care of didn’t really have a nice pond to swim in–their natural raping grounds. So, the act became quite clumsy on land as the male tried to balance with his webbed feet on the back of his lady friend. I recall watching, slack-jawed, as a male duck lost his balance, fell off of his partner and then was chased around the pen by all the other males who snapped with their bills at his D, which was still hanging out. I was also shocked to see that the D in question was a pink curlicue. Gah! So really, this article was no biggie. EXCEPT for this: “Dr. Brennan plans to team up with a biomechanics expert to build a transparent model of a female duck. She wants to see exactly what a duck phallus does during mating.” […]
Link | May 3rd, 2007 at 2:38 pm