How I Learned that Sex Equals Death.

In which the author totally misses the point.

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I’m going to talk about sex again today, Dear Reader, so if knowing that makes you squeamish already, then I recommend you move on to one of my other nihilistic pieces. There are plenty.

I am not alone in my daily struggle with the dichotomy of relating to sex as simultaneously sacred and profane. It is no secret among us that we…