I dunno, I'm intrigued also by the idea of fucking a corpse, but not because it's inanimate and I'm insecure with being intimate, but because all of us are creeping with increasing celerity into the crypt. What point do we cease to be? Can we accept that sudden snap from life-ful to lifeless? I don't want to imagine I die, so the possibility that even in death there can be contribution to life ie the erotic impulse fills me with joy.
