My dad. He fondled me when I was young. Very young...
I was a kid at that time so my stranger danger flags were up and he fit the bill.This whole story just creates nothing but questions.....
This whole story just creates nothing but questions.....Old Chinese, Japanese dirty knees lookin motherfucker lived across from my old place. He would take a door and sunbathe on it.Dump his piss into the alleyway. He came over one time and asked me and my cousin to work for him. I took off like a bat outta hell like fuck no get the fuck outta here.
We call it that because they do a variety of weird-ass shit and it's not all just sexual. Legally it's usually called "interfering with the dead" or "interference with a corpse" or "desecration".
That's a hell of a euphemism there my dude
If anyone can come up with something creepier than "necrophile obsessed with eye decomposition" then let's hear it, because otherwise this guy wins.
With regards to the pathologist, I have a theory that female sex creeps are more common than a lot of people realize, but they're just more cautious and better at hiding their obsessions, and are less likely to get caught. Sounds like corpsefucker lady just got unlucky. You have to admire the dedication, though--doesn't it take like eight years of school to become a pathologist?
I actually think there are more women necros than male. Which in itself is really odd.She-pervs get handwaved and excused a lot in general.
I'll be honest I really, really don't get necrophilia. I can kind of grok a lot of weird crap but necrophilia is an express trip into Wutdafukistan.
That's crazy. I am having trouble wrapping my mind around that, and the logistics of not getting caught.We call it that because they do a variety of weird-ass shit and it's not all just sexual. Legally it's usually called "interfering with the dead" or "interference with a corpse" or "desecration".
It takes about fifteen years to get where she was in the job, yeah. But you have to realize that if you're trusted and work hard, you get access within a few years, even during training. So she had a very long time to indulge herself before this. I'm sure she was at it from the very start and got very lucky. For someone like that, spending fifteen years with access to... their preferred type, is a good thing I suppose.
anything that was originally published by loompanics is going to float your boat. there's the sequels to AC too.That's crazy. I am having trouble wrapping my mind around that, and the logistics of not getting caught.
P.S. somewhat related, remember the gore pics Dissectedchan? I can't bring myself to look at it -- nothing to do with gore per se, more the incredible disrespectfulness of it, from the description I read -- so curious if it is real?
Edited to add: I looked up the Goodreads for Apocalypse Culture; it looks great. I'll download it to read today. Any other book recommendations for the sort of person who is interested enough in oddity to visit Kiwifarms?
Second Edit: reading the book, the funniest phrase ever on page 47, " ... I have stumbled upon historical evidence supporting my thesis that obesity can be used to induce powerfully altered states of awareness."
I bet under all the junk in his car was the body of the last person he gave a ride to...Not a patch on many of these, but mine came to me while I was out on a walk. This guy pulled up in his car and popped open his passenger-side door and commented that I looked like I needed a ride. His car was totally filled with clutter.
He cleared a bunch of garbage like food wrappers and empty beer cases from the seat and patted it invitingly, but I kept my distance. I brushed it off as a friendly gesture and told him I was intentionally taking a walk, so no thanks.
He rolled alongside me for a bit with the door hanging open, saying "come on, it's not an inconvenience to me!" "where do you live? I won't mind giving you a ride!" "come on, don't be shy, I can tell you need a ride" "you don't need to be afraid of me, just get in."
When he finally grasped that I wasn't interested, he closed the door and pulled ahead to the next light, then turned off the main road. When I reached that intersection and started crossing, his car reappeared and he waited on the red while I crossed in front of him. I avoided eye contact and got ready to bolt, but after the light changed he was gone.
He really wanted to give me that ride. Who knows, maybe he was just a well-meaning guy with poor social skills. Maybe?