The Torpid Porpoise Art Studio: High Art and it's ongoing obsession and denial with bestiality rape. Part 3: Ignored

Ignored

Michelangelo, who spent most of his artistic career yoked by the popes, can paint a bird actively penetrating and impregnating a woman; nobody bats an eye.

I mean, does anybody else realize how incredible this is? The popes lose their collective minds when plain ol' vanilla hetero matrimonial sex is had, but classical pagan bestiality? Nothing to see here.

The man (Mikey B.) turned the Vatican into an absolute shitshow for years because he painted Mary in her birthday suit, (and this is the important part) unashamed. And The Last Judgement is given more than a little credit for spurring on the counter-reformation, because

a) much nekkid

b) too many muscle

You can't make this shit up.

Pictured: disgusting beardless, jacked Jesus.
It's enough to turn you Protestant!

The Last Judgement: Uncensored and Uncut!
Seriously though. This is a painting of the uncensored version.

But I digress.

The main difference is that Jacked Jesus was in a church, and Swan Sex was for a "private collection". But that didn't mean these fap folders were made in secret or anything. Don't forget these artists did pretty much everything on commission,- people asked for these. And not just during the sexy sexy renaissance; the popularity of Leda and the Swan scenarios lasted for centuries.

Nor did the infatuation end once Hustler or internet porn became readily available. There are expansive contemporary collections of swan-on-girl action in museums and galleries across the world.

Yasushi Tanaka (1886-1941)

Paul Wunderlich, 1965

Natalya Efimova-Kashmir, 2010

Siegfried Zademack, 1976

Brand new depictions of swan fuckin' are being created, bought and sold,- all very publicly,- daily. In the meantime, furry-porn cartoonists hide behind alter-egos because they don't want to get fired from their day job.

Just sayin. That's a hell of a double standard.

What, you thought Millenials invented this?

Which brings me to my point. All this high art hanging in world-renowned museums, fawned over by connoisseurs, bought and sold by royalty and dictators:

IT'S PORN.

Duh, you may be saying. But this simple label has been denounced and reviled by, well, pretty much anyone invested in high art as a concept. Mostly rich people, but also critics, art professors, snobs, art historians, high artists, etc. The thing is,- people who care enough about art to write books about it generally fall into one of those categories.

And people who earn their paycheck from the idea that some pictures are inherently more valuable than others are loathe to admit that any in their class are for fappin'.

I, however, think it's delightful!
Just imagine, this douche jacked off to some kinky-ass bird shit!

The outcome, consequently, means Leda and the Swan as a category of classical mythological history painting tends to get, at best, terse little paragraphs in art history books (i.e. and here we see a depiction of the classical myth, Leda and the Swan which we will not go into because everyone has heard of it.)

or evasive critiques (i.e. the artist captivates us with the sensuous curve of the swan's neck, perhaps suggesting the origin of the war-causing sensuality of Helen, the product of this union). But most typically I've found they exist only as titles in lists of artists' works.

Which is a damn shame.

Correggio, 1523

For example, this Leda got stabbed in the face by a prudish duke. Wow! What a great bit of historical drama to add interest to your dry, dry textbook! Oh, but then you have to actually recount the Leda and the Swan story. And then the prudish duke stabbing a painting like a rabid revival preacher just highlights the fact that this is a picture of a swan sticking his dick in a woman.

Nevermind then.

It tends to get wildly downplayed, is what I'm saying. The fact of it is right there in living color,- swan dick in vagina,- so the preferred alternative to admitting you've got pornography on the walls of the Louvre is to ignore the hell out of it.

Boo, I say. Get your head out of your ass and face facts.