Very belatedly, it's occurred to me that Morrissey's 'Pretty Girls Make Graves' (which I'd always, without thinking too hard about it, assumed was about a kind of fascinated horror of sex, a sense of sex and death as necessarily interconected) is actually more specifically a horror of
heterosexual sex, a sense of death's implication in
heterosexual sex. Sex and pretty girls, the song says, make babies who grow old and die. Sex and pretty
boys (the song implies) is free of this taint.
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