The essay I'm supposed to be writing out right now, as the deadline is tomorrow, is "A Streetcar Named Desire" and "Sweet Bird of Youth". Two main themes in both texts are sex and death.
Almost every bit of analysis I've came up with and decided to include has something to do with sex.
I can't help wonder if this is some of my subconcious seeping through as I'm writing.
Just a ridiculously personal and too much information filled thought I'd thought I'd share with the rest of the world.