The Small Beauty of Funeral Sex
There is something about sex that feels like an unequivocal “fuck you” to death, taking something back from that which has taken something from you.
s.e. smith is a National Magazine Award-winning Northern California-based writer who has appeared in The Guardian, Rolling Stone, Esquire, Bitch Magazine, and numerous other fine publications.
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