I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.
Truth, Erotic, Homosexuality
Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?
Death, Humor
On our second date, she kissed me in a bar. I invited her home. We just caught the F train, which seemed like a good omen.
Humor, Sex
Four years after my father's death, when the subject of parents came up in conversation i would relate the information in a flat, matter-of-fact tone eager to detect in my listener the flinch of grief that eluded me.
Death, Children, Parents