Nature is highly
sexual, and this seems to
horrify a lot of
humans who don't want to believe
sex exists. Take
flowers for example. They celebrate their
sexuality blatantly. Flowers are basically the
genitals of a plant.
People who long for the sexual ease of
nature are prone to display
plant genitals in all their
phallocentrism in the home, or give them to
lovers. While we are afraid of showing our own
private parts, we happily flaunt the
pistil and
stamen in some kind of
dismembered botanical porn show. I keep getting this image of the
planet of the flower-creatures, where the flowers go about celebrating life by giving each other
gifts of
castrated male members, and
corsages adorned with a carefully pruned
vulva with just a hint of
suggestive clit-hood.