Hamlet. You’re saying this stuff to your mother. I mean – I realize her sex life grosses you out. I think parental sex lives are supposed to gross us out – but we don’t usually TALK about them.
And this is such a curiously lurid description of sex. It’s supposed to be nasty – we’ve got stuff like “rank sweat,” “enseaméd bed,” “stewed in corruption” over a “nasty sty” but we also have “honeying” and “making love” in the same sentence.
It’s not ENTIRELY disgusting. And there’s something about it that just could be just a little bit hot. I mean – sweaty sex ain’t all bad, man. Sure, if it’s rank, that’s gross. But their description involves both the making love and the sweat, which really might be ideal for a lot of people.
I don’t think Hamlet’s in love with his mom. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But I do think, he’s inappropriate with her in areas like this. Maybe he just doesn’t have good boundaries.