When did you realize you love corpse?

Five or six. Saw a drawing of Achilles dragging Hector's naked corpse behind his chariot. And when I got my first Bible, it had reproductions of great religious art showing hot naked bodies fighting, killing, dying, being crucified. So, I learned to love naked male corpses and the violent methods that can create mutilated naked corpses
Jerking off to muscular male biblical idols is blaspheme! You will surely burn in hell. We'll do brunch there:pepsi:
 
I think I had a slight interest as a kid, but not much and I forgot all about it. But I was always by soiling my pants (shitting in my underwear), and when I discovered that the hanged or strangled guy often pisses and shits himself as he is dying, that really turned me on and the interest developed from that. I guess that would have been in my 30s. Not the commonest history of our interest, but we are all different.
 
... I was always by soiling my pants (shitting in my underwear)...
Until what age? Was there any turn-on?
I didn't shit my pants (intentionally) until I was about 19 and realized that it WAS a turn-on.
 
Yes - I omitted the words 'turned on by'. I guess from about 13, and it's still a turn-on for me now.
 
I remebered one time i was watching a movie clip with my dad, theres this hot scene a handsome doctor shot nearly dead and was forced to make out by a lady. My dad told me he had to go back see it again because he forgot the previous plot, very oddly i immediately felt that he liked that doctor scene as well as me...i always thought that noone could resist seeing a hot guy in pain and vulnerability but maybe its just my illusion...
 
I'm into dead girls. It was a pretty slow process for me. The earliest time I can remember having necro thoughts is when I was in my early 20's sometime in the early 2010's. I was watching a zombie movie called Fido. There was a hot cheerleader zombie in the movie and I remember thinking about fucking her. Made me feel kind of dirty. Then in 2015 when I was 27 or so, I was downloading some porn off of a filesharing network. Came across a fake CNB video of a girl getting shot. I remember being turned on after she died and the camera lingered on her body. Then I started searching around and found sites like Motherless. Started with fake snuff films where they would fuck the girls after they died, but found I was really turned on by the Morgue Story videos. I felt pretty guilty about it. But I told myself it wasn't real so I was ok. I then found a video of Kelly Cyclone dead on a morgue table and that was the first time I came to a real dead girl. Then I came across that Cute Dead Girls site with pictures of real dead girls. I would visit it from time to time, download any pictures I liked. I tried to find the site one day but it had been taken down, and found this site after some searching. When I first found it I never dreamed of being someone who would pay for this type of thing. Now here I am, I love dead girls! Several weeks ago I had a dream where there was a hot dead chick in a room and I could do whatever I wanted to her. It was hot and I think was what kind of pushed me over that last hurdle to where I am with it now, a paying member of this community! I know most people here like dead guys but I hope you can appreciate my love for the girls!

The progression of the interest is interesting to think about. Early on I would start by looking at pictures of live women, then moving to a folder that had both live and dead. It took a while before I would finish to just dead girls. Hell, for a long time it was just an on again off again interest. Nowadays I tend to start with just my beautiful morgue folder and real morgue videos. I'm even fantasizing about women I work with, like them being strangled and and me coming across their dead bodies and what I would do to them. Early on I wouldn't find anything with gore in it attractive, but now I'm at the point where I'll take a cut open woman if there are boobs, face and/or pussy in the shot. I think it took me a while to accept this part of myself but it sure is exciting. Makes me worry a bit about what kind of person I am though. I think part of it for me is a self esteem issue and having a partner that can't judge you, that you don't have to impress. I like it enough that I would even pay to join the death eaters club. Though I'm worried I wouldn't be able to contribute much as this is the only site I know of for this kind of stuff. It's nice reading about when other people became interested in it. I wonder why I didn't notice it at a younger age like many of you.
 
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It should be a long story.
I was born in a city which been totally destroyed three times in the last 200 years(1842,1864,1937). Every time when it fell, hundred thousands of people would die. So in this city, you can easily find a massive grave, and I used to live above one of them. When workers started to build the departments, they dug out a lot of skeletons, and they were toys for me when I was a child. Even nowadays, this city still has a memorial for these victims; visitors could closely see their bones and photos took at that time.
The first time I realized I am interested in death is 2008, at that summer holiday my grandfather, he is a butcher, taught me how to slaughter a sheep, the smelling and touching of that sheep's organ let me feel so good. I must say, look a life disappear within 1 meter; that feeling is totally different from pictures. If you could end a life by yourself, that feeling would be much stronger: you have the right to control a life. 2 years later, when I saw a woman crush into pieces in front of me, I realized there are too many similar places between a sheep, a cow, and a human.
Life is life; death is death; there is no life better than others, same as death. If we can satisfy ourselves by eating other animals' meat after they die, we can also satisfy ourselves by humans' lives.
 
It should be a long story.
I was born in a city which been totally destroyed three times in the last 200 years(1842,1864,1937). Every time when it fell, hundred thousands of people would die. So in this city, you can easily find a massive grave, and I used to live above one of them. When workers started to build the departments, they dug out a lot of skeletons, and they were toys for me when I was a child. Even nowadays, this city still has a memorial for these victims; visitors could closely see their bones and photos took at that time.
The first time I realized I am interested in death is 2008, at that summer holiday my grandfather, he is a butcher, taught me how to slaughter a sheep, the smelling and touching of that sheep's organ let me feel so good. I must say, look a life disappear within 1 meter; that feeling is totally different from pictures. If you could end a life by yourself, that feeling would be much stronger: you have the right to control a life. 2 years later, when I saw a woman crush into pieces in front of me, I realized there are too many similar places between a sheep, a cow, and a human.
Life is life; death is death; there is no life better than others, same as death. If we can satisfy ourselves by eating other animals' meat after they die, we can also satisfy ourselves by humans' lives.
You are absolutely right here, every form of life including human animal or even plant has its own unique life track that is unkown by the rest of the world, and they should be equally respected. Though Weiredly enough, a loving compassiante a man as i would percieve myself to be who has always been so sensitive and weak even would be so obssessed with death and violence against other men. Isnt this world perculiar..
 
I have been reading Dostoyevsky the Notes From The Underground The mad man he wrote somehow resembles myself. He likes punishment and humiliation as well and aslo so afraid of love. Or believed in love but suspious whether it can really save the world...
 
You are absolutely right here, every form of life including human animal or even plant has its own unique life track that is unkown by the rest of the world, and they should be equally respected. Though Weiredly enough, a loving compassiante a man as i would percieve myself to be who has always been so sensitive and weak even would be so obssessed with death and violence against other men. Isnt this world perculiar..

Yes, seems weird but I think it is true of many of us here.
 
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