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Yesterday, November 13, was the tenth anniversary of the massacres in Paris. A horrible day for the French people and those of us who love France. It still hurts to remember the horror.
BUT
But, as a necro, I have pleasant memories of the day also. Many photos immediately online, now deleted, of the casualties. Dead and wounded outside the several cafes and restaurants that were shot up. Folks all bundled up on a cold November night. But at the Bataclan many were dancing and sweating, men shirtless, when gunmen stormed in with Kalashnikovs blazing. When the attackers were finally subdued, 90 revelers were dead. I can still see clearly a photo of the dance floor taken from above of many bodies strewn across the floor, shirtless and bloody. The dance floor itself smeared with blood from bodies sliding and struggling in death. So fucking hot! One of my favorite photos ever.
To a necro—at least this one—an act that creates such personal horror can also be gorgeous and sexually stimulating.
BUT
But, as a necro, I have pleasant memories of the day also. Many photos immediately online, now deleted, of the casualties. Dead and wounded outside the several cafes and restaurants that were shot up. Folks all bundled up on a cold November night. But at the Bataclan many were dancing and sweating, men shirtless, when gunmen stormed in with Kalashnikovs blazing. When the attackers were finally subdued, 90 revelers were dead. I can still see clearly a photo of the dance floor taken from above of many bodies strewn across the floor, shirtless and bloody. The dance floor itself smeared with blood from bodies sliding and struggling in death. So fucking hot! One of my favorite photos ever.
To a necro—at least this one—an act that creates such personal horror can also be gorgeous and sexually stimulating.
