I had a very disturbing dream last night
In this dream I found myself making love to a strange man
Only I'm having trouble you see, because he's old... and dying...
And he smells bad, and I find him repulsive
But then he tells me that everything is erotic, that everything is sexual. You know what I mean?
He tells me that even old flesh is erotic flesh
That disease is the love of two alien kinds of creatures for each other
That even dying is an act of eroticism
That talking is sexual
That breathing is sexual
That even to physically exist is sexual
And I believe him
And we make love beautifully...