No, seriously. Out of a very badly misplaced sense of curiosity, I borrowed a book entitled Rigor Amortis, an anthology of… zombie erotica. Yup, that’s right, zombie erotica. I just had to know. I’m pretty sure the anthology was compiled because someone thought of it, and then they just had to know.
You want a really weird read, this will do it. Some of the stories are just love stories, but believe me when I say that if you thought you’d been grossed out before, graphic descriptions of zombie sex will bring it to a whole new level. I have to say, if there’s a volume two, I won’t be perusing.
I love zombies, but I don’t love zombies. Not my cup of tea, but hey, now I can say I’ve read zombie erotica. The weird looks alone are worth it, plus all the terrible necrophilia jokes I can make now.
Serendipitously, one of my beloved coworkers called me saying that a customer was looking for a gift for a zombie-lover who had read everything mainstream, and could I remind her of the title of the book I’d just read, since it definitely didn’t qualify as mainstream. At least I think that’s what she said in between the snorting and laughing.