what kind of necrophile are you??

Class 1. Humping a real corpse is like humping a LOG! Too stiff, if you're not careful, you can injure yourself. Fresh corpse is different, but no way in hell you can find a still-warm, soft to the touch corpse unless you're doing the killing yourself which is another story.
 
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The classification is incomplete. A lot of class III guys are borderline class IX and focus on the moment of transition from life to death. The classification makes no statement about whether partners (real or fantasy) are consensual with respect to dying as part of the gratification scheme.
 
A combination of 1, 3, 4, 6 and 10.

1. I'm turned on by things reminiscent of death, not just dead bodies themselves. 3. I can have sexual fantasies about dead people, and jerk off to pictures of corpses (otherwise I wouldn't be here.) 4. I could definitely enjoy fiddling dead bodies. 6. Wounds are hot. Pain, not so much. Dead bodies don't feel any pain. I can enjoy wounds on the living, and on myself, but many people do not have enough pain tolerance for me to really let loose. 10. Cannot stand the thought of sex without enough "deathiness." A partner who is too active, too responsive, too healthy-looking, an atmosphere that is too squeaky clean or cheerful.

Lights have to be either off or the harsh neon fluorescent type, and outdoor either moon/stars, campfire, oppressive noonday sun or bloody hellscape-looking sunset...and not for the usual reasons, ha ha. Rain and gray skies are always good too.
 
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VI and IX. Heh
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IV, Tactile
VI,not sure as I would like to dissect a body in order to learn about its anatomy,not for sexual purposes.
I would like to have sex with a dead body,but only if fresh,cute,lean etc.
 
I, Role Playing, IX. Suicidal / Homicidal Necrophile

I agree with headsman that the classification is incomplete-- I'm more interested in being the victim or killer. Not as interested in the corpse, per se. (Unless they're a guy that's been hanged. Or a guy that's been in a motorcycle crash. Or that's been tied up and beaten. Or strangled. Or smothered / headbagged. In leather. Or rubber. OK, I guess I like quite a few kinds of dead guys.)

The Role Playing is more from the BSDM scene thing where, (ideally) the master hangs the slave (me-- see avatar). That's definitely a role play. Fucking kinky role play.

Would Noosemutt or BoDangles fit into this scheme? Because they are my kinda men. (I am unsure of their feelings about motorcycles, but nobody's perfect.)

I totally agree with Meatpie in that I am against hurting people (against their will) or animals or children, who cannot give their consent. I think this is what separates us from people like Dahmer, Gacy, and BTK. They missed out on that circuit, and we see the result.*

So, even though I admit to category IX, I am still good with pets,** and would be fine babysitting your kids. Srsly.

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* Notwithstanding the fact that some folks kinda dig those guys. There are paradoxes everywhere.
** I am not as good with plants, but that's not because I want to torture them.
 
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I totally agree with Meatpie in that I am against hurting people (against their will) or animals or children, who cannot give their consent. I think this is what separates us from people like Dahmer, Gacy, and BTK. They missed out on that circuit, and we see the result.*

That's what's interesting about the psychology of most guys who have necrophiliac interests, and interests in the kinds of pics and videos found on sites like this one: they seem quite different than actual killers.

I'm quite sure that most of the guys who engage in homicidal activity --- chopping off heads, war kills, or whatever --- are not sexualizing their victims (at least not consciously).

But the guys who do sexualize this sort of material tend to be of above-average intelligence, perfectly moral, and more in touch with their own sexuality than actual killers (who aren't, for the most part). So the fetishists like us seem to recognize the carnality of certain post-mortem imagery, while the guys who commit actual crimes don't tend to at all.

Not that I'm suggesting guys into gore & death porn and necro fantasies are somehow uniquely well-adjusted, but it's a thought.
 
I am impressed w/ necrocream's reply and am glad to see the the differences between us (Necros) and those like Gacy, & BTK. nicely parced out.

Regarding the scale, I'd say I'm everything up to & including 7. Any concentration or perhaps strongest urges deal w/ control before & after death, preserving the body for sex toy use or as practical object. This is amazing to hear everybody else speak on where they are at on scale. It's truly great to hear others discuss so straightforwardly their preferences.
 
my status has drastically changed over the years of being here, I can honestly say that I now am all of them.
 
If anything, I'd say class 7, opportunistic but since I haven't had the chance to try it, I can't say 100% for sure. But that would be my best guess.
 
Class 9 homicidal necrophile !
This is really the fact to snuff I like. I like strangled guys, choked guys and guys who are shooted in the head while they were fucked. If I restrain my pulses it's because I don't want to go to jail or wasting my life.
This is paradoxical because me too I can't hurt animals or people in general, and I even I like to help people.
But I have always been paradoxical about my feelings and a lot of things. I couldn't kill someone in order to steal him, but I could snuff him during sex.
I think if the society disappeared like in post apocalyptic movies, or if murder became legal, I would become a very dangerous man for men I fuck or find attractive ! :rude_churnit:
 
I am impressed w/ necrocream's reply and am glad to see the the differences between us (Necros) and those like Gacy, & BTK. nicely parced out.

There seems to be something normal about these impulses, especially among homosexual men. There is one famous '80s horror film director who says (in discreet interviews) we have to embrace and celebrate this side of our sexuality.

The french call sex "le petit mort" (the little death) and one syndrome I refer to often is what went on during the battlefields of France during WW1 when thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of soldiers sometimes died in a single day. When perusing the carnage later, some soldiers and even officers reported being overwhelmed with a sexual "high" to point of even spontaneously ejaculating at the sight of acres and acres of dead and dying mutilated young male bodies, or returning to the barracks and compulsively masturbating to exquisite orgasms (and this is only the men who reported it, which had to be a fraction of the men who reacted similarly).

The gore and death were joyous. And deeply sexual.

Many of these men had never had sadistic sexual tendencies before, and many had never had conscious homosexual impulses. And for many, it changed their sexuality forever, and not always to their liking. Some were guilt-ridden, or found they could only climax with their wives if they visualized those battlefields, and I guess some adjusted to it, and for some it may have gone away at least intermittently.

But the sexual power of death and young men's bodies having been destroyed remained with them, opening them up to things they'd never thought about before.

I read one sweet story about an officer sent out to catch necrophiles in these battlefields, because it was such a common problem, when he found one young soldier he knew violently copulating with the eviscerated remains of another dead soldier. Walking over to the boy and squatting down, the boys looked up and, crying copious tears, made eye contact with the officer, but didn't slow up his thrust one bit. The officer took pity on the boy, placed his left hand on the small of his back, and felt the boy rise to orgasm. He never arrested the boy or reported the incident, having seen enough to explain to the young soldier (who seemed very disturbed by his own impulses and actions) to "not worry about it" and telling him that it's "something normal we don't understand."

for me, I had these feelings well up in me around age 16, seven years after I'd discoverd masturbation. (Dahmer said that was the same age for him, only he actually started killing things, animals and then people). From that age I started staying up nights drawing picture after picture of muscular, hung, beautiful guys being in various stages of dismemberment and disembowelment and decapitation, their dying bodies blowing huge loads of cum as they expired. I would draw with one hand, masturbate gently for hours with the other, filling my bedsie tumbler with piss and drinking it, recycling it all night long, eventually cumming with great satisfaction, loving the darkness, and loving the death, and loving that I was this perverted this early.

It actually seemed healthy to me. But how could it be?

Did I ever consider going out and committing a homicidal act? No, it never even crossed my mind. I had normal moral standards, and as Korauk says above, I would try and help anyone who was in trouble. And if I were a soldier, I would try to defend the lives of the men in my unit. But once they've passed away, something else kicks in, some other instinct. And it seems to be quite normal. Some kind of nearly universal benign pathology.

This is lame, but the closest I ever came to 'acting' on my necro desires was when I was in highschool science lab and we dissected cats one day. After cutting it open, we removed the fat layer which separates some organ from something else. I stuffed it my bag, took it home and masturbated with it, cumming like a crazed faggot, the intensity arising from the concept of the perversion itself as much as the physical sensation of the cats entrails all over my dong.

Otherwise I'm not into cats. But it's probably a good thing I don't know a mortician, and it's a shame as well.
 
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