Naughty Geckos
Last week was very busy and I spent almost no time at home. And now I feel like I never want to go out again. But I am sure that feeling will change on Monday. I am re-reading Not That Kind of Girl by Lena Dunham. I have lots to say about it, and her, but I am not in the mood right now.
Instead, I will share this photo I took of two geckos I caught doing it (my favorite euphemism for sex, coming straight out of memory from the 4th grade) in the middle of the night. The lovers were on the wall next to my desk and 1970's desk lamp. The next time I hear them laughing, I am going to think of them differently. Sex is so universal even its particulars across categories of sentient beings: even with the smallest creatures, when you catch site of them in the act, there is never any doubt about what they are doing. Sex is always sex. In a way.