
Some fantasy around the relations between skeletons and living humans across times and in diverse situations. Honestly, we have a real inability to imagine ourselves one day as only bones. And this mandatory destiny leads us to the strangest images.
This blog won't reduce scoptophilia to its moral majority definition of "watching others engaging in sexual activity" neither to its Freudian definition of "someone taking pleasure in submitting others to the control of his/her look", but will use it in its Greek acception: "the love of looking". Moralists and Psychoanalysts keep away.

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