It takes very little effort to break open our bodies skin, we do it all the time on accident. We are barely able to contain our own biohazards fluids.
Condoms act as a skin-like barrier during sex. This false skin is fragile, if not more so, than our own skin. Having sex with a condom is like hanging from a cliff by a condom. Your life depends on the strength if this little piece of latex. Paper thin and weighing next to nothing, this prophylactic is our only shield against death. While experiencing the little death, we may be exposing ourselves to the real thing, big, bad, and final death.
This body of work has been created by a person who has only been sexually active in a world where sex can kill. These are my contemplations on the relationship between sex and death.