7/14/00 Continued . . .
A Few Thoughts on Cannibalism
Last night, I was talking to Don Juan online. He is attending school in Florida, so we can't communicate in person. However, when we chat, we often discuss our fantasies and how we could act them out together. We would work together, like heterosexual versions of Leopold and Loeb. Don Juan is much more creative and sadistic than I am, but he is also much saner. I am much closer to actually acting out my fantasies.
Anyway, Don Juan and I talk about what murders we would commit, how we would commit them, disposing of evidence, so on and so forth. Sometimes, we conflict. His fantasies all revolve around inflicting pain. My fantasies revolve dead children. This creates an annoying connundrum, since I wouldn't want to have sex with a body that Don Juan had mutilated. Also, he would not have fun torturing a corpse.
That's not important right now, though. Last night, when we were talking, we realized we agreed on one thing - cannibalism.
According to a book I have read called "Signature Killers" by Robert Keppel, PhD, cannibalism is an offshoot of necrophilia. It is simply a deeper level of necrophilia than just sex with a corpse. On the note, living in an environment of trophies (ie Jeffrey Dahmer, Ed Gein, etc) is yet another form. I have always fantasizing about cannibalism, eating the corpse of a child after I murdered and raped her. To me, this would be yet another way of extracting sexual excitement.
I never thought Don Juan would be interested. After all, he has little interest in corpses. Why should he have developed this exclusively necrophilic trait? I don't know. I don't think he fantasizes about it. Rather, he would just like to experiment, although he still adamently refuses to perform coitus on a corpse.
Still, Don Juan is as resourceful as ever. He came up with an interesting way to use cannibalism in his tortures. His plan is to kidnap a mother and daughter (the daughter being about five or six years old.) We take them to a secluded place where I strangle the daughter, rape her corpse, and then eat her flesh. How does this hurt the mother? Well, can you imagine anything more traumatizing to a mother than watching her daughter strangled, raped, and eaten? Besides, she has days of torture at Don Juan's hands to look forward to.
Those are just a few of my thoughts on cannibalism.
(If you are interested in learning more about my friend Don Juan, visit his diary by clicking the link on the main page of this site.)
Little Girls at the Theater
Today, I was at the movie theater with my friend Jason. While we were waiting in line to get popcorn and soda, I noticed an absolutely gorgeous little girl in a cute blue dress. I estimate her to be around six years old. As I was waiting in line, she was running around with a boy I presume was her little brother.
At one point, she bent over and I could almost see up her dress. You could imagine what was going on inside my head. I would have given anything on Earth to stick my penis in her when she did that. I was so tempted. I wanted to just grab her and start fondling her right there in front of everyone. Her parents can kiss my ass. I need to feel that soft, smooth flesh against my crotch.
Also, there was another girl in a white tank-top. She was a bit older and not as attractive, but her left nipple kept falling out of her tank-top. It was nice. Everytime I looked over, her cute little nipple was sticking out again, just begging for me to lick it.
Even little girls wear skimpier clothes than little boys. It's funny. It's as if our society teachers girls to be sluts even at early ages. That way, when they reach middle school, it'll be easy for the guys to pick out who would be easiest to fuck.
Hey, I'm not complaining.
I just think it's kind of foolish on the parts of parents. After all, every mother's worst nightmare is a perverted, predatory pedophile coming after her daughter when she can't protect them. Hey Mommy, did you ever think that maybe we wouldn't be so attracted if they weren't wearing tiny outfits to show off their sweet, succulent bodies?
It's the same thing with girls my own age. They wear skimpy, revealing outfits to school and complain about sexual harassment. There is a serious double-standard in American involving women's clothing. I know, I know. I've strayed off the topic of Little Girls at the Theater.
To sum up my thoughts, I wanted to rape each pretty little girl I saw. There you go.