On a quiet August afternoon, some friends and I were out disc golfing when all of a sudden two beautiful dragonflies, in the middle of the mating process, soared above us. The first thought I had was, "Wow, to know such intimacy".
A male dragonfly's genitalia fit only the female of his species. Imagine never having to deal with trying to find who is "right" for you. You are built for one person, or at least one kind of person only. All others simply won't fit. Once the male has chosen a "fitting" suitor if you will, the two fly together for some time before anything really happens, perhaps getting to know one another. The male usually takes care of the flying while the female rests, what shivalry.
Once the fun begins, the two take on a wheel position, which looks like a heart. Coincidence? Possibly. After about fifteen minutes of heart shaped humping, the female breaks the wheel of love and goes about her day in one of three ways: She may leave the male entirely, detach but remain close to him, or the couple may stay together in flight while she goes about laying eggs. Sounds all too familiar if you ask me. What do humans do after they're done banging? We either leave and never talk to the other person again, stay in a relationship of some sort, or you get pregnant and raise a child together.
If only we could live the life of a dragonfly: Be equipped to physically and emotionally fit only one other person, fly and make love simultaneously, our men shivalrous, our women independent, to soar across the skies, flying, head over wings in a heart with one another. Oh, to know such intimacy
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