Last weekend I hung out and watched bird documentaries with some buddies (good idea, Anya!).
My favourite part was how each of us apparently had a favourite bird fact, and each of these facts featured in the documentary.
Rebecca’s highlight was the breeding habits of cuckoos. In case you never took a biology overview in University, a cuckoo lays a single egg in another bird’s nest (hence the term cuckolded), and when the baby cuckoo hatches it pushes the other eggs out of the nest.
Most parasitic cuckoos lay their eggs in the nests of smaller birds, so a cuckoo baby grows to monstrous proportions— sometimes bigger than its fake parents or even the nest— and drives its surrogate mother crazy with incessant food requests. The cry of the baby cuckoo sounds like a whole nest full of normal baby birds. Just imagine that for a second: a huge baby that sounds like 10 babies. That’s like something that got edited out of Alice in Wonderland for being too scary.
Among the million things I like, I like monster babies, and really any sort of monster reproduction. Monster sex, monster pregnancy, monster birth, monster mate-wars, monster parenting. I think what I like is complicating love with grotesque evil.
This is all a very long introduction to some comics by Natalie Dee, who I think might be even more into monster sex and evil babies than I am:
- Minibabies
- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
- Suggested tattoo for my husband (monster with boobs and phallic imagery counts, I think)
- Penises
- Bigfoot’s erotic adventures (Is that a dressing gown?)
