nude bodies remind me of death.  maggots, liquefaction.  bloat.  seepage.  i know too much about the mechanics of decay.  couple vivid knowledge with an obsessive, whirlpool consciousness like mine and you get the weirdest, most difficult sex life this side of the law. 

at least, if you're in my head. 

if you're naked on top of me, you're probably having a great time and, decidedly, not being attacked by thoughts of the actual noise maggots make when feeding on decaying flesh. 

meanwhile, the rest of normal human women writers are busy with seduction, romance, adventure.