Springtime Sexy Amplexus

Today was so exciting. I went to the pond early and heard the toads singing. For a few days there will be a mating frenzy in the pond and it was so, so beautiful to watch and listen. I lost myself in their songs and chirping. I watched the males singing and the females chasing the males, then the males chasing the females. I was so excited to be witnessing it. There were hundreds of them. They were all around me, hopping over my feet, singing on a shoe floating in the water- everywhere.

It happens once a year for only a few days, triggered by the weather getting nicer. The toads come out from hiding underground and flock to the pond where they mate for a few days straight and then they hop back to dry land to disappear underground and into the woods.

The males sing loudly and the "experts" say they are calling the females toward them, but I observed many males singing all day in one spot on certain branches or floating leaves and they never moved to mate. I walked away from the pond to follow one song and found an old man toad under a rock, singing loudly. I believe the singing is not only and individual call, but a communal one as well- a powerful, primal praise and call. The old man toad wasn't joining in directly, but he was hearing it and feeling it and singing to them all.

There were a few people there and some tried to catch a toad or two which made me sit there worrying I was going to have to yell at them if they hurt one or tried to kidnap any, which would ruin my high. But, sure enough, everyone was enamored and amazed by their singing and I heard each potential toad-stealer concede, "No, they belong here. We have to leave them here. This is their home." We all looked at each other and nodded, smiling.

One girl said, "everything is alive! Everything comes back to life now! Even me. I had a hard winter." I told her I did too. Her boyfriend said every day he came home from work she was crying. I said, "that sounds just like me." We watched the toads singing and kind of just shook our heads in agreement. Winter is hard for us- the women weep and the men watch and wonder why we are so sad sometimes. The women are weeping for Tammuz- because he leaves us and because his singing is so, so beautiful.

I wore my shortest shorts and tore my shirt off and didn't care who saw me. I walked home dancing and booty clapping, feeling so in touch with my body.

Here is a video I found on youtube of a toad singing. It makes me want to cry! It makes me want many lovers! It makes me so, so happy! I spent all night listening to them in the darkness with the city off in the distance and I am going back first thing tomorrow to watch them play. Sexy, sexy spring- hear it singing! Call your lover and let her know you want her- NOW- it's what you were made for!