• @logicbomb@lemmy.world
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    2519 hours ago

    Honestly, he dodged a bullet. Imagine a taxonomist who wants to date another taxonomist. It’s virtually guaranteed that their relationship would be non-stop fighting.

  • @ryedaft@sh.itjust.works
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    418 hours ago

    Bet the sex was as freaky as the molecular biology of plants. Trying to understand how conifers got their freak on over 200 million years ago? Fool’s errand.

    • The Bard in GreenA
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      15 hours ago

      “I want to pollinate you and cover you in pine cones,” he whispered and she felt her sap run hot with desire. She shivered from more than the cool spring wind on her bark. His needles moved against hers in the breeze, tickling and prickling her deliciously and she could tell his wood was knotted and hard as his sticky sap dripped from it. She craved to feel him against her, branches and bark and overwhelming passion. And then she felt it, the microspores of his grainy discharge, carrying his potent gametophytes, exploded into her, settling among her needles. Her bark tingled with exquisite, syngamic release as her branches quivered in the cool spring wind and deep inside her ovules she felt his gametes fuse with hers. “Yes,” she whispered in the wind. “Take me! Fertilize me! Give me your nuts!”

      “You know I’m your half brother,” he whispered as she shuddered in climax. “I don’t care,” she whispered back. “That makes it hotter.”