Three Is a Crowd
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FROM

Wayne Hsiung, Direction Action Everywhere (DxE)
July 2014

We very rarely have a full understanding of what it means, what it is, to be an animal of a different species. I have watched George, Jack, and Jane for over a year, and still have only a glimpse into their internal perspective. But we know that their experiences -- frustration or joy, attachment or rejection -- are uniquely meaningful to them. In that way, we are all the same. All different, but all equal.

gay animals sentienceMany of you have noticed the odd triplet of ducks that lives in the courtyard outside the DxE House. For the past year, two males and a female -- all very talkative -- have made our backyard their home. And it is a strange triangle, indeed. The male and female appear to be a monogamous pair. (Let's call them Jack and Jill.) The third duck, in contrast, is a third wheel. (Let's call him George.)

George follows the couple around everywhere, squawking when they squawk. But the moment he gets too close to the female, Jack lowers his head and bum rushes him. It's a painful sight to see for all of us who have dealt with the pain of rejection or inadequacy. And yet for an entire year, George has stuck around, waiting patiently for his moment of acceptance.

I didn't realize until a few days ago, though, that George appears to be attached, not to Jane, but to... Jack. One day, Jack showed up without Jill by his side. I invariably worry when this happens. I wonder if Jane was hit by a car, or killed by a predator, or poisoned by some horrible chemical. But she almost always shows up shortly thereafter -- which happened in this case. But what was most striking was that, before Jane showed up, George followed.... Jack. As Jack waddled around the courtyard, squawking and quacking as her normally does, George was close at his heel. And with no mate to defend, Jack was perfectly fine with this.

I don't know if this means that George is a gay duck, though it happens in nature with startling regularity. What I do know is that I completely misread the original situation. Perhaps George is a wistful rejected suitor. But the object of his affections was, not Jane, but Jack, the very duck who was aggressively chasing him away. (This only make me feel even greater empathy for George. Will Jack ever understand that George is not the threat that he thinks? That George is looking, not for Jane, but for him?)

The moral of the story? We very rarely have a full understanding of what it means, what it is, to be an animal of a different species. I have watched George, Jack, and Jane for over a year, and still have only a glimpse into their internal perspective. But we know that their experiences -- frustration or joy, attachment or rejection -- are uniquely meaningful to them. In that way, we are all the same. All different, but all equal.


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