I watched the camels, and sometimes the people.I watched the camels, and sometimes the people. Many men had bulging crotches, and both men and women had dilated pupils and flushed faces. Several couples held each other closely. There were pheromones in the air that day, and not all of them from the camels. [Comment: People who claim that sexual arousal in response to animals is "abnormal," even statistically, were way off base in this case.] The mothers with children were visibly, and hugely, embarrassed, and the occasional father too, though perhaps less so. The excuses they gave for hustling themselves and the kids out of there were amazing, as were the kids' pleas to stick around, and the difficulties of pushing one's way through a packed crowd of totally fascinated humanity. (By the way, don't let anyone tell you that Blacks don't blush, though you have to pay some attention. But on a cool day, cheeks flushed with hot coursing blood literally glow, and that is easily visible from 3-4 meters away. If they're standing right next to you, their radiant heat is unmistakable. A lot of people were working on breath control, air hissing past tightened lips, trying not to gasp or pant.) I was impressed, and not just at the delicious rudeness of it all. In my humble opinion, the female was not nagged, bullied or threatened into doing that; she just did it. Once she started, the male didn't force anything, and both animals established their rhythm, took their time, and did it right, with total concentration. They cast the distinct impression that they had all the time in the world. I've tried to guess at "reasons." Examples: She wasn't sexually receptive, but wanted to assure the male's loyalty and continuing interest. She wanted to make sure he'd have nice fresh sperm available (since the present crop was getting used up), when the time came for reproductive activity. |