I'm just wondering how old are the 'pro-contact' folks, and has your attitude changed over the years? Mine certainly has, over almost thirty years of living with a paraphilia.
Age 10 -15: I was absolutely convinced that as soon as I was old enough to have my own place, I'd 'rescue' a particular dead woman and take her home to 'live' with me. To my mind, there was absolutely nothing wrong with this at all.
16 - 19: The growing awareness of how horrific necrophilia is to the rest of the human race was really getting to me, but I still absolutely believed I'd bring a certain somebody home one day.
20 - 27: By this time, I fully expected to settle down with a living woman and live normally. Passed through several 'normal' but unfulfilling relationships, became a father, and got used to the idea that necrophilia was a fantasy best kept in a secret place in the back of my head.
27 - 35: At 27 I 'met' a dessicated/mummified woman from the 19th century, but the chance passed me by, and I was in genuine anguish for the next eight or so years. This was my most 'pro-contact' phase, as I obsessed over the thought of bringing that woman home. I became completely indifferent to the living women I was in relationships with over this period, to a point where I look back now and can't deny that I treated them very ignorantly and badly.
It was at this point where I think I really did twist a lot of reality in my head to suit what I wanted. To my mind, the scenario of bringing home a dessicated mummy and living with her, would have been a sweet and loving situation, and I genuinely believed it was only ignorance that could disagree with that.
Also, I genuinely believed that if the woman's soul could see us, she'd be happy.
35 - 39: It's hard to say how much this forum has helped, as opposed to a now defunct necrophilia forum that I used to frequent, but I really have accepted over this time that there's a line I can never cross. More importantly, over this time, I've really applied my brain to the reasons why necrophilia is considered unacceptable, and I'm accepting them more and more. I'm realising the excuses I made, and how I used to kid myself.
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Now, I've never been pro-contact in the sense that I think that anyone should be able to help themselves to dead people. The thought of callous types 'using' a dead person has always horrified me. I have though, in the past, held a belief that necrophilia is okay so long as the necrophile genuinely loves and respects his/her dead friend.
Does that ring any bells?
To be honest, in my heart I still feel that way, but my brain is way ahead of that now. I put a greater value on the sanctity of the dead and their memorials than I do my own desires. I no longer hold or justify an ambition to bring a dead woman home. For me now, it's a case of living with feelings that can never get what they want, and getting on with living a positive existence as best I can.