We had come to Loreto, in Mexico's Baja California Sur, to dive in waters renowned for big, wild sea-life. After breakfast, we'd siphon down a couple of scuba tanks' worth of air while exploring the depths surrounding offshore islands in the Gulf of California, swimming with habituated sea lions right up to the day when fishermen reported finding a sea-lion massacre, indicating the presence of a formidable predator, probably a tiger shark. Thereafter, we avoided the company of sea lions, fearing we might be mistaken for them. Well, they offered natural, oft-concealed beauty of a different sort. And to tell the truth, I never did come to feel exactly normal about it.
Eroticism is a splendid thing.
Like the tiger shark, it's an idea that holds our attention. But when eroticism goes public, something else happens. People have issues . Plenty of prudes insist upon splitting such matters between right and wrong. On the other hand, blue-noses serve a useful function.