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Night CrawlerBy Silke TudorPublished on February 10, 1999It Is All Happening at the Zoo Actirasty is arousal caused by exposure to sunlight. Emetophilia is arousal from vomit (not to be confused with a Roman Shower, which is vomiting on a partner after drinking urine or wine). Hirsutuphilia is your standard European pit hair fetish. Of course, all love is not created equal in the eyes of the law: In Harrisburg, Penn., it is illegal to have sex with a truck driver in a toll booth; in Connorsville, Wis., it is illegal for a man to discharge his firearm when his partner reaches orgasm; in Clinton, Okla., it is not illegal to have sex in a car, but it is illegal to masturbate while watching; in Washington, D.C., it is illegal to have sex in any position except face-to-face; and in all states of the union, it is illegal to fornicate with a corpse (sorry, kids). Even worse, sexual discrimination has been extended to the animal kingdom: In Fairbanks, Alaska, it is illegal for moose to have sex on the sidewalk; in Kingsville, Texas, it is illegal for pigs to do it on airport property; and in Ventura County, Calif., dogs and cats must have a permit to copulate. Despite sturdy legislation, animals and humans have continued to unite as their natures dictate. And like humans, for many animals and most birds nature prefers the second week in February. The Romans knew this when they celebrated Lupercalia. And Jane Tollini, the penguin keeper at the San Francisco Zoo, knew this when she played recordings of Johnny Mathis for her birds 10 years ago, during the first ever Valentine's Day Sex Tour. The erotic appeal of these tours is such that the San Francisco Zoo offers two full weekends of bestial discourse for those wishing to get a jump on the wicked game of love. It is a gray, rainy, miserable afternoon -- the sort for which San Francisco was once famous. Twosomes gather at the South Gate, huddling under a sagging canopy while a cheerful white-haired woman in a plastic rain hat passes out big heart stickers. Sporadic gusts of wind threaten to blow away a basket of complimentary Hershey's chocolate kisses, and the rain occasionally falls west to east, making umbrellas somewhat silly. Still, the tour group remains good-humored, even joking as they make the drenching trip from the South Gate to the zoo train. "It takes more than a little rain to turn a real San Franciscan away from sex and romance," explains a 62-year-old architect with an arm thrown protectively around his shivering wife. "It'll probably be sunny next week, but you know what they say about the early bird ...." People board the zebra-striped train in pairs like Noah's wards escaping the flood. The seats are soggy, but the roof, working in conjunction with umbrellas, helps deflect unruly raindrops. Joe Fitting, director of the zoo's Animal Resource Center, settles in behind the mike and announces the tour's subject: sex. "I find it difficult to say 'penis' more than once or twice a day," says family-man Fitting, "so I'm going to say Mr. Pickle." Whether this is an improvement or not is a matter of some discussion before Fitting suggests some similar ways humans and animals woo one another: clothes, perfume, and food. Real-life suggestions prove more interesting.
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