Seriously, there’s no shame in admitting mental illness. Has anyone else in your family seen “bird sex” as a dominant theme in the notebooks of Victorian naturalists?
Do you find yourself masturbating to National Geographic specials on birds of paradise? Do courtship displays turn you on?
No normal person hysterically demands that other people be forced to look at and accept his drawings of imaginary prehistoric ape men. It is in the adolescent big hairy monster and boogieman category of obsessional issues.