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I don't think death should be taboo. It's a natural part of the life cycle of all things. It can be sad, yes, but not everyone sees it that way or obsesses over the negative aspects. There's no wrong way to think about it, it's just a thing that happens. There's nothing inherently special about a corpse. Of course, the decedent's wishes should be respected because people have different beliefs about what happens after death. If someone believes they'll be watching from above and they wouldn't like necrophilic acts done to their body, then it would be unethical to do that. If someone consents to it before death, then there's nothing wrong with it. The negative reaction people have to necrophilia is an emotional one, shaped by cultural taboos. Basically, they've been taught to find necrophilia disgusting, and they're confusing disgust with morality. As you know, you shouldn't impose your disgust on other people's choices that harm no one and don't involve you, especially not while treating it like an obvious moral fact. I don't want to engage in any false-equivilancy, but please think about the opinions you have on people who do that on other topics, and whether there's anything genuinely different about necrophilia that can't be solved by a consensual agreement beforehand.

You're allowed to find it personally disgusting. You don't need to justify it morally or harass others about it.

Secondary to this, I hope people who harass and report necrophiles also consider that, even if you can not and will not believe that necrophilia as an act is okay, a lot of necrophiles haven't committed necrophilia. In my experience on here, the vast, vast majority haven't, even while talking in DMs to me, someone who is openly accepting about people's choices in that regard. So what you're policing is fantasy. It's a discussion of desires that society deems wrong. It's funny how that's totally okay for most kink. In fact, censorship of that is wrong, but for necrophilia, censorship is the good and moral thing to do. You can understand that people don't choose what they're attracted to when it comes to queerness and kink, you can understand that thought crimes aren't real when you're talking to someone with OCD (unless, of course, it's P-OCD), but somehow, none of that applies to necrophilia and other paraphilias. We should be able to stop finding corpses hot, we should be able to control our thoughts, we should never discuss the topic or express ourselves in our own community. We don't spam unrelated tags. We don't shove it in your faces. You're seeing it because you either looked in our tags, someone you follow reblogged a post about it, or tumblr's recommendation algorithm is wonky as hell.

Just block. Block the tags and block users when you happen to see posts about it. It's not your problem.

Most of us don't have the luxury of being open about it in person. People get tired of hiding. I'm not expecting the internet to suddenly be free of harassment, but if I could persuade even one person to be more open minded, or at least to hit the block button instead of sending hate or reporting, it would be progress.

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That is one large fasciotomy! Like how you can see all the muscles really clearly in this. Apparently done to relieve pressure from a snake bite

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Bones are such a sensual thing

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I think the dynamics of a commissioned snuff film are lovely from any perspective really. A sort of 2/3rds physical three-way between a voyeur, a contract killer and someone who will be remembered only by their body's last spasms. I think it's really lovely

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I want him scared and begging at my feet

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i get woozy thinking about just how limp a fresh corpse would be in my hands, soft and pliable. peaceful. i have to admit that i do have thoughts of holding corpses, and tending to them - not just mutilating them, but god, is the thought of slitting its stomach open and stirring around those guts with my dick until they're an inconceivable mess irresistible...

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Schramm

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I go to this artist group and the sketchbook I have today happens to be the one I draw most of my goreporn in. Holding the book of unspeakable things mostly closed so I can flip to a fresh page

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Yeah I post goreporn in the middle of the day. I'm fine and normal

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Necrophile filling out an autopsy report for a beautiful corpse. The descriptions get more flowery and romantic it goes on, the sketch of the body is strangely detailed, as though they spent hours getting the wounds just right. They've gone through way too many gloves to keep the paperwork clean, since they keep "checking" the samples, feeling around in the chest cavity just one more time for irregularities, and sometimes triple checking the depth of wounds with their fingers instead of a ruler.

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Painting by the great Christopher Fisher

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cw // erogur0 !! mdni !!

tumblr let me post my freaky art pleeeeaaseeee please let me post itttt

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Just want to drag a cold blade up and down his body and watch his breath hitch, both of us thinking of making it stop, how easily I could plunge the blade in and make him spasm around it

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I want to caress someones organs whilst theyre alive, have them cut open, sedated, unconcious, and then just...... touch their organs. Caress them. Wrap my hands around them. Drawl circles on them with my fingers. Kiss them.

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Hot weather always reminds me of summers spent processing roadkill. Things still die in winter, it didn't need to be such a summer activity, but it was. I miss being behind the barn moving dead porcupines from the bins we collected them in to the metal grates where all the juices of death would leak down into the soil, eventually leaving just quills and bones on top. Most of what we picked up wasn't fresh enough for meat, and I don't like to take chances with disease, so we had the luxury of watching decomposition get rid of the flesh. I would go out every day to check on them, often take pictures or sketch. I loved watching the maggots. I'm not attracted to animals, but the scent of death excites me a little, as does the maggots. I didn't used to like the scent of death. When I was a small child, it was the only part of death that was gross to me. But the more I was around it, the more it became part of that pleasant blend of sensations. When I would collect roadkill with other members of my family, I'd have to be careful not to be caught taking pictures, and hide anything past normal curiosity. Even if it wasn't human, I'd try to memorize everything. Feeling of sun-warmed organs through the thin separation of latex gloves, seeing how vivid they are in the sunlight, half the blood washed away and every vein visible. Things rot quickly in summer. I spent last summer, and the summer before that, daydreaming of J's body rotting, visiting him every day like the roadkill I collect. It's something so temporary for this seemingly permanent thought. I expected things to have ended (or changed) between us ages ago. Last summer, it almost did, but we're both still here, and I'll be visiting home soon, and probably thinking of him while I collect maggots off some poor dead animal's body.

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Things posting from my queue that I regularly shuffle are definitely making me seem like I'm in a doll phase. Maybe I am. It's not my fault that I like pretty victims and dismemberment (つω⊂* )