Invisible Women

Women & the Dead 3

“I find it pleasurable,” the woman down the hall tells us, and our intestines roll abrupt somersaults and backflips. We’re sure we’re going to either throw up or drool. Somehow, all at once, we’re disgusted and turned on. It shouldn’t be this way. It’s not right, but there is something truly compelling about her and all her perky smiles filled with sunrays and butterflies and that cold metal room with those old cold cocks and that she finds pleasure in it, well, that’s not our fault at all.