Last night, I slept with my window open and in the middle of the night, I felt a presence—a cool, gentle touch that moved delicately up my leg toward my thigh. Was it happening? Was I about to experience ghost sex? In fact, no: I had forgotten the window was open and the sensation was an above-average sized mosquito. I killed it, and it was gross. For now, I would not have an encounter with a horny apparition.
While getting the bug guts off my hand, I considered: maybe we’ve been sleeping on the concept of ghost sex, or spectrophilia, as the academics call it. After yesterday’s headlines about Amethyst Realm, a British woman who is now engaged to a spirit, I considered what it might be to lie next to a ghost, and no, I’m not referencing my last relationship (hey-o). I’m talking a real ghost. How common is ghost sex really? How many people are out there getting that ghost dick?
Spectrophilia goes much deeper than I originally thought. There’s a whole vocabulary: incubus (not the band) is the male form of a demon or spirit who tries to impregnate a woman with his ghost sperm. Succubus (not the easy-to-care-for plant) is a woman spirit who is just out here trying to get pregnant by a human man. And then there’s Amethyst, who has a real connection and once fucked her ghost boyfriend in an airplane bathroom. Good for her… read more >
