Woman Poses Nude in Horse Carcass

While doing a bit of work, I discovered an article today regarding a young woman, a photographer, and an ex-horse.

A twenty-one year old Oregon woman was photographed nude nestled in the corpse of a horse.  The horse had died in a relatively normal way for a horse in that it was euthanized.  The woman was the same person that did the euthanizing.

She apparently did this bit of posing so that she could “feel at one with the horse”.  It’s not for pornographic purposes.  It’s presumably not for the family photo album either.  She just felt that the most natural thing to do with a dead horse is to bury oneself in its entrails.

I don’t know if she loved the horse.  The article I read makes some jibes at the idea of her being a furry (which any self-respecting furry would no doubt find ridiculous if not offensive), but she doesn’t say anything herself explicitly regarding her relationship with the horse.  At any rate, she went on to do what must have felt like the other natural thing to do with a creature one wants to “feel at one with” and ate it.

Now, I’m not into horses, though I have no problem with those who are.  What I do have a problem with is people taking advantage of animals – particularly, those people who are what’re called zoosadists.  Horse-rippers.  People who get pleasure out of the destruction of animals.  For me, this article sets off a few alarms regarding this.  Maybe I’m just being a little paranoid, but if I were in charge of the world, this woman would be submitted for psychiatric evaluation to ensure that, young as she is, in a few years she might not decide to create some more corpses with which to “feel at one”.

And even if she wouldn’t, this kind of story doesn’t do anyone any favours.  People see this crazy broad dressing up in a fresh equine ribcage and spewing eerily romantic things about it, and they immediately jump to the conclusion that she’s “one of those furries or bestialists or what have you”.  Because this is what furries and bestialists do, of course.  And we can’t fault them for thinking that, because that’s all they ever see: insane buggers and buggettes doing insane things.

So hell, lady.  If you actually do love horses that much, try and be a little more ‘normal’ about it.  If you don’t want to be normal about it, at least don’t take freaking pictures and get yourself in news articles and blog sites over it.  And if you absolutely must crawl into your lover that you just killed and have your friend snap shots of your implied necrozoophilia, then at least be prepared to explain your feelings in some way that will at least make some sense to someone.  Even in the zoo community, “I loved him so I killed him and then posed naked in his open chest before eating him for my dinner,” translates to, “I’m a psychotic bitch dancing on the line between legality and illegality to see just how many people I can make vomit.”

Represent.  Born to be zoo and all that jazz.  But if that’s the case, at least try and do a good job of the representing.  We have enough crazies in the media as it is, thanks.