Earlier today I was asked by someone why I’ve had so many Quaz subjects who pertain to …
It’s a good question, and I’ll try and offer a good answer.
Sex and death fascinate me. One, we focus all our energies on. The other, we focus little of our energy on.
Sex is the subject of every other song, every other TV show, every other movie. Sex is built up to monumental proportions. It’s supposed to be better than love, better than companionship, better than money. It’s why the sex workers I’ve interviewed in this space often laugh/scoff when I ask whether there’s something wrong with their profession. Wrong? they say. It’s all Americans want to focus on. “I love who I am, and I stand by sex workers,” Jadah Cortez told me in the 287th Quaz. “Hiding from it only causes the stigma to grow, and I refuse to allow that to happen.”
Death, on the other hand, is quiet. It’s there, looming, yet we choose not to discuss it. In fact, we do everything within our powers to keep death out of our minds. We go to movies, we ride coasters, we dance and sing and laugh and pray. Death is this thing. It looms. It haunts. But … shhh. Keep it quiet.
Hence, why I love asking about it; hearing about it. In the 206th Quaz, for example, a funeral home director named Sammy Oakey digs deep into the afterlife. Though he sees it every day, death does not cause him much fear. In fact, it gives him appreciation. “I find that I value my family and friends more than a non-funeral worker,” he said, “mainly because I realize that our life can be snuffed out in an instant.”
Anyhow, sex and death is the Hall and Oates of the Quaz.
They rivet me.
They entertain me.
They fascinate me.