We will grant that the following observation could be offensive or insulting to some of our readers:
This suicidefoodist imagery is the first instance of bear iconography we have yet seen. (No, not bear bear. Please, follow the link.)
The buffalo is hyper-masculine, hairy, and aggressively sexual.
The dude's got his "hands" on his hips, and he's staring us down, challenging us to, you know, eat his… "meat."
Here we have the perfectly realized, and perfectly unholy, marriage of sex and violence that suicidefoodism strives to deliver. It's more than marriage, actually. In this unhappy version, this sneering mockery, sex and violence are dissolved in a poisonous brew where neither exists anymore, each having transformed the other into but an ingredient of one noxious solution.
Whether he seeks suicide, sexual conquest, or some unspeakable new possibility, the buffalo stands for a world turned inside out.