“A lonely Japanese man has been arrested for allegedly calling directory assistance thousands of times because he liked to be scolded by female operators, police and reports said on Wednesday. Takahiro Fujinuma — who is 37, single and unemployed — reportedly would whisper ‘darling’ as he tried to start a conversation and then pleaded with operators not to hang up. He was arrested Tuesday in Tokyo on charges of obstructing the business of service operator NTT Solco, part of telecom giant Nippon Telegraph and Telephone. He placed 2 600 calls to directory help — reached in Japan by dialling 104 — between early June and mid-November, a police spokesperson said. But Japanese media said he is suspected of starting his habit in 2004 and calling 104 more than 10 000 times. He reportedly told police that he was lonely and grew to enjoy annoying the operators. ‘I would go into ecstasy when a lady scolded me,’ he said, as quoted by Jiji Press. Telephone operators — who in Japan are almost always women — nicknamed him the ‘don’t-hang-up-man.’ His calls usually came late and sometimes exceeded 200 times a night, Jiji Press said.” — Indepenent Online (South Africa)

One interesting way to categorize perversions is by the degree of difficulty that they present. For example, unless you happen to work with cadavers, it’s no easy matter to be a necrophile. Where do you get dead bodies? Do you break into funeral parlors? Dig up graves? Kill people? Once you get a cadaver, where do you molest it? In your house? In a hotel room? Out in some woods? Do you bother to preserve it? Do you let it rot? Where do you dispose of it? How do you make sure you didn’t leave any of your DNA on it? Do you wash it afterward? What if an arm falls off while you’re trying to wash your cum off it in the bathtub? Problems, problems, problems. Necrophiles may be corrupt, but they also have to bring a certain ingenuity to the satisfaction of their whacked lusts.

In contrast there are also perversions that are relatively easy to satisfy. For example, if your thing is to be abused by telephone operators, there is little standing between you and ecstasy. It’s just a phone call. It’s free. It’s easy. It’s not clearly illegal until you do it so much that it becomes harassment. The risk of getting caught is relatively low. The punishment likely won’t be too severe. It’s no wonder that Mr. Fujinuma may have made some ten thousand of these calls. That’s about ten a day for three years.

What pervert, if his kink were easy to satisfy, wouldn’t indulge in such a quantity of gratification? Suppose a necrophile had all the dead bodies he could want. Suppose the likelihood of getting caught were low. Suppose the punishment weren’t severe. You think he wouldn’t abuse a similarly tremendous number of cadavers?

It also makes you wonder if there doesn’t come a point at which a pervert simply tires of his own thing. Evidently some fetishes, such as Mr. Fujinuma’s, are inexhaustible. He never got tired of it. Other fetishes are probably impossible to exhaust for practical reasons. Even among embalmers and morgue attendants, for example, the opportunities for satisfaction are probably not so numerous that a necrophile could grow tired of molesting bodies. Necrophilia may make plenty of people sick, but a necrophile may never have enough corpse-fucking to get sick of it himself.

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