These are images from a series I did about necrophilia. I developed an internal love affair between myself and Empress Alexandra Romanova of Russia, and I set out to try to find her corpse, and love her. I was exceedingly happy with what images I produced, and even more so with the body of poetry that went with it. I don't know, perhaps my compassion has had it's wires crossed at some point, but I find it very easy to see the beautiful and romantic side to necrophilia. In France, there was a man who was in love with a ballet dancer who died prematurely from an injury. On the night she was burried he dug her up and ravished her, and then slept beside her in the coffin and was discovered by the police the next morning. I think that is exceedingly romantic and poetic.
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