Episode 44: ‘Over my Dead Body’ (Amy Melin)

Summary

Podcast Summary: Bawdy Storytelling, Episode 44 – "Over My Dead Body" (Amy Mullin)

Host: Dixie De La Tour
Storyteller: Amy Mullin
Date: October 17, 2018

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Episode Overview

This episode of Bawdy Storytelling, hosted by Dixie De La Tour, centers on a uniquely daring and honest narrative: Amy Mullin shares her journey of sexual self-discovery involving corpse play—a fantasy at the edge of many taboos. Through Amy’s story, listeners are brought into an intimate, creative, and consent-rich exploration of kink, vulnerability, and community support. The story isn’t just about “the weird stuff,” but about overcoming shame and finding joy, acceptance, and laughter with those you trust.

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Key Discussion Points & Insights

1. Setting the Stage: The Unusual Request

• Dixie introduces the story as a first for her stage—“It is unique and rare, and I hope you like it.” (03:26)
• After announcing an open pitch for stories in Seattle, Dixie received Amy’s email offering a tale: “Hi, I’d like to tell my story about the time I had my fantasy fulfilled about corpse play, like necrophilia.” (03:44)
• Dixie notes the story’s creativity and honesty, acknowledging her own surprise and the story's power.

2. Amy’s Discovery: From Buzzfeed to Vulnerability

• Amy and her partner (“husbutch”) stumble across a Buzzfeed article—"10 Most Deviant Sex Scenes You Never Wanted to See”—and watch a scene from the film Kissed. (05:07–06:00)
• Amy is unexpectedly aroused by the necrophilia scene, leading to embarrassment and discomfort. She shares:

  “I have never been so embarrassed by something that turned me on before.” (06:56)

• Despite being part of a kink-friendly community, this fantasy feels especially taboo and difficult to own.

3. Community Response & Playful Teasing

• Amy’s partner teases her:

  “‘Does that do it for you, baby?’ and I’m like, stop it… And of course there’s like seven people around.” (08:00)

• Word spreads in their community, and Amy becomes known (jokingly) as “Amy likes to fuck corpses.” (08:40)

• Despite the embarrassment, there’s underlying acceptance and playfulness in their friend group.

4. The Salon: Enacting the Fantasy

• New Year’s Eve: Amy attends a sensual, art-filled salon with her partner, Layla, and friends. The evening includes performances—burlesque, poetry, and a dramatic reading from Anaïs Nin’s Delta of Venus. (09:30–13:40)
• Amy is surprised to be cast in a performance reenacting the erotic corpse scene from the story “Pierre,” with Layla as the “corpse.”
• The scene is meticulously prepared: Layla is cold and damp, Annie is instructed to touch and “react.”

5. The Corpse Play Scene

• The performance (13:41–21:30) becomes an intimate and transformative experience. Notable moments include:
  • Amy’s realization of full control and the thrill of kissing an unresponsive partner:

    "There is nothing coming back. It is me kissing this body, and it is all mine." (16:17)

  • The attention to erotic detail—Layla’s body is cold, an ice cube mimics the story’s cold river.
  • Amy loses herself in the scene, performing orally and manually, until Layla is finally “reanimated”:

    “A moan escapes my corpse. Ho ho. Who’s not so good at being dead now?” (19:25)

  • Both Amy and Layla climax, followed by laughter and catharsis. The room erupts in the chant, “corpse fucker!” (20:30)
• Amy shares the aftermath:

  “I figured out that, like, I don’t have to be ashamed of my weird ass kink. Who gives a shit?” (21:10)

6. Reflections on Acceptance and Community

• Amy finds healing and acceptance in the experience:

  “This thing that was too scary… had just become this amazing, sexy piece of shared performance art.” (20:55)

• She recognizes the importance of community in making space for “unusual” desires.

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• On Kink and Shame:
  “I live in a world where we don’t ask questions about what does it for us… So this should not make me feel as uncomfortable as it does, but there is just something inside of me that’s going wrong and I don’t feel good.”
  —Amy (07:18)

• On Embodiment:
  “It is me kissing this body, and it is all mine. And I am in control of this moment. And that is, like, not my thing, but it is my thing. Right? Yeah. Right. I know.”
  —Amy (16:39)

• On Humor and Friendship:
  “Layla looks at me and goes, corpse fucker. ‘Cause that’s the kind of friend they are. And the whole room is yelling, corpse fucker. And I am so fucking pleased with myself and so fucking pleased with my people…”
  —Amy (20:26)

• On Acceptance:
  “I figured out that, like, I don’t have to be ashamed of my weird ass kink. Who gives a shit? So apparently I'm kind of into corpse play. Who knew?”
  —Amy (21:10)

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Timestamps for Important Segments

• 00:10–03:26 — [Intro and Episode Context by Dixie]
• 03:26–04:27 — [Story Introduction: Amy’s pitch, Dixie’s anticipation]
• 04:27–05:07 — [Buzzfeed Article, “Kissed” Movie]
• 05:07–08:00 — [Link between arousal and shame, community reaction]
• 08:00–10:20 — [Salon night setup]
• 10:20–13:41 — [Ma’am’s burlesque, the poem, performance setup]
• 13:41–21:10 — [Corpse play performance and the emotional aftermath]
• 22:33–25:07 — [Dixie reflects on the story’s rarity, song introduction “So Glad”]
• 25:07–31:30 — [Song by Shirley Noem, reflection on sex, death, and joy]

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Tone & Style

The episode’s tone is candid, bold, and affirming, blending explicit humor with genuine vulnerability. Amy’s storytelling is marked by sharp self-awareness, playful banter, and an unflinching acceptance of taboo desire. The host, Dixie, balances irreverence with clear appreciation for the courage and artistry of Amy’s narrative.

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Final Takeaways

• Sexual expression can be weird, scary, and transformative—but is most powerful when shared in safe, supportive community.
• Performance, humor, and mutual consent can help destigmatize even the most taboo fantasies.
• Shame dissolves in laughter, trust, and acceptance—key ingredients in Bawdy Storytelling’s unique magic.

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For further listening:
The next episode tease (35:41): “Our towels fall away. We grab each other's hard cocks. I've got a man's cock in my hand for the first time and the space time continuum is not unraveling.” —Layla

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Transcript

[Dixie de La Tour]

Hey there, hold up. Are you an adult who can listen to stories about sex, kink and gender? Then I invite you to listen to this episode. If you are not those things, please go play Pokemon somewhere because it's about to get weird.

[Amy Mullin]

All of my life I've never fit But I won't complain and I won't quit. I am enormous. Get used to it. Everyone tells me I'm too much. Maybe it's just you're not enough for me. Can't you see I'm the kind of woman I'm supposed to be? My vagina is eight miles wide. Absolutely everyone can come inside. If you're ever frightened, just run and hide. My vagina is eight miles.

[Layla]

Why? Why?

[Amy Mullin]

Snap out of it.

[Layla]

You act like you never seen a dead body before.

[Dixie de La Tour]

Welcome to episode 44 of the Body Storytelling Podcast. I am SN sexual folklorist, Dixie de La Tour, and we have something for you this time that we have never had before. It's only happened one time. It is unique and rare, and I hope you like it. I'm still figuring out my feelings about it, but it's a powerful story that you should hear. It's going to give you ideas on creative things to try in your bedroom, maybe, I don't know. But we have something special for you. A little bit more about that in just a moment. You want to see a dead body? I would like to tell you about a way that you can make a huge difference in the world. You can ensure that the Body Storytelling Podcast continues and that it grows through our Patreon. Patreon is a way to support projects that you love and want to see in the world. NPR ain't never gonna fund us. We're, I don't know, R to triple X sometimes. And this is the only way you're gonna get these stories. So if you Support us on Patreon.com p a t r e o-n.com bawdy b a w D Y Go there and support at whatever level you choose. It's an ongoing way to support us every month and. And ongoing support means that we keep going. I can also tell you that we just put up a couple of rewards for patrons only. There is content that you can get there that you can't get anywhere else. We've got stories, we've got interviews. We've got to shoot the shit. You get special access to me and I want to meet you. So go to p a t R-E-O-N.com and please donate. Help us keep the podcast going, thanks in advance for your help.

[Layla]

Before my time is done, I will look down on your corpse and smile.

[Dixie de La Tour]

All right, let's talk about this episode's story. I can tell you that I have never had a story like this on my stage. Let's think about how long I've been doing this. I announced in Seattle on stage a few months ago that I was going to be doing the theme for an upcoming show. Didn't see it coming, and I asked people to pitch me their stories. I got an email a day or two later, and it had a voice memo attached so that I could hear the story. But the email said, hi, I'd like to tell my story about the time I had my fantasy fulfilled about corpse play, like necrophilia. And then I listened to the story, and I realized it's clever and creative, and y' all probably want to hear it. So this story was told on stage in Seattle very recently, and this story is from Amy Mullin.

[Layla]

I just want to make sure I have your height. Right. Okay. I think right here. Yep, right here is good. Oh, my God. Oh, you. So I'm looking over their prone body, and there's a pool of water pooling under their head. And the flesh is cold under my hands. And I look across and catch the eye of my handsome Scandinavian husbut, and I say without actual words, did you just get me a corpse? Put your phones away. You don't need to call anybody. Let's reel it back a few months. And the husbutch and I are laying in bed and we can't sleep. And so, as we often do, we turn to Buzzfeed. We're looking for something. Yeah, you get it. We're looking for something to entertain us. And we come across a listicle and entitled the 10 Most Deviant Sex scenes you never wanted to see. Right? So we're perverts. And we're gonna click that link. And the first one that comes up is a link to YouTube for a clip from this 1996 extravaganza of film called Kissed, starring fine Canadian actress Molly Parker. Anybody seen this? Okay, there we go. Yep. So in this movie, if you haven't seen it, Molly Parker is stripped down, naked, undulating to swelling violins and guitars, and preparing to engage in this epic rendition of erotic early 90s necromancy. And she climbs on top of a silver gurney and flower fucks this blonde male corpse into the next world. I know, right? So I look across at my partner, and the sound that comes out of my Mouth is somewhere between a moan and a guffaw. And they say to me, do we need to maybe look into this a little bit? And I'm like, I don't fucking know. What am I supposed to do with this? I have never been so embarrassed by something that turned me on before. I live in a world where we don't ask questions about what does it for us. Okay? So my friends are like a group of fucking kinksters that are like water sports, needle play, bring it on, consensual, non lethal cannibalism simulation fucking Thursday night. So this should not make me feel as uncomfortable as it does, but there is just something inside of me that's going wrong and I don't feel good. So I'm like, you know, can this just be one of those things where we like jerk off really quick and close the browser history and never talk about it again? And the spouse is like, yeah, baby, of course, of course. Let's just enjoy our night. Yeah. Fast forward a week later and they are making fun of me at every fucking opportunity. Yeah. CSI comes on and there's a scantily clad naked corpse peering out of the back of a car. And they're like, does that do it for you, baby? And I'm like, stop it. And I smack their arm. And of course there's like seven people around. Because it's not gonna be a secret, not so secret thing just between the two of us. No. So long story short, every single person in our community is like, amy likes to fuck corpses. We're gonna fast forward about two months. They've been making fun of me pretty solidly for this entire time. New Year's Eve. Our friend ma' am has arranged a sexy salon for the evening. Yeah, right. Sounds pretty good. We're thinking wine. We're gonna like peel fucking grapes and shit. We're gonna read poetry to each other. We're gonna be like, it is the early 1900s in Paris and we're just short the opium cause we can't find it. We've got our cheese platter. We're all dressed in gauzy nightgowns and sat silken pajamas. And we show up and everybody is there. There's vaginal art on the wall and fucking religious iconography. And everybody is just dtf. Yeah, you've been there, right? Yeah, you've been there. So the night wears on and we begin the evening to set the mood properly with Ma' am dressed in a gauzy white gown and a blue headscarf doing a Striptease to the Johnny Cash rendition of Personal Jesus. You can picture this, right? So. But wait, the best part is that she ends it by fucking herself with a statue of the Blessed Virgin. I know. She's so hot. I love her. Okay, so we move on from that after clapping politely, as you do. And my friend Layla, this amazing chubby wood nymph of a genderqueer, gets up and speaks this poem about the deep, like, pagan reclamation of the word cunt. Yes, yes. And we are just, like, jazzed. We are ready to revel in our queer sex. And so we take a break. And I'm laying on the bed rubbing all over one of Mam's gentlemen. And there I don't even notice when the husbut and Layla and Ma' am just disappear. Yeah, that never bodes well, right? But also it does. So I'm passing a joint back and forth and I'm having a great time. And in walks my partner with a smirk on their face. And behind them walks ma' am with a smirk on her face. And behind them walks a dripping, wet, freezing cold, shivering Layla. And I'm like, what is this? What is about to happen? And I'm greeted with a don't worry about it. And Layla is then laid out on the floor in the middle of the room. Hardwood, but they have a nice blanket underneath them. It's not. We're not animals. Certainly not. Certainly not. And my friend Mickey, retired school teacher, brings out a copy of Anais Nin's Delta of Venus. Okay, okay, so. So I was apparently the only one who hadn't read this. Missed that one in honors English, apparently. My bad. And Mickey announces to the room, everyone, I will be doing a dramatic reading from Delta of Venus, the story Pierre, starring Amy and Layla. And I'm like, well, shit, I prepared nothing for this, all right? But I'm one of those subs that just does what they're told. So I head on into the middle of the room, and I've got spouse holding my hand, squeezing it tightly, giving me reassurance. And they whisper, kneel down. And I say, okay, Daddy. And I do. And Mickey begins to read. And in the story, Pierre is walking by the banks of the river, I assume in France, his name's Pierre. And he sees before him a man pulling the body of a woman out of a river. And the man asks Pierre to wait with the body while he runs to get help because, oh, dear, this poor woman is dead. Daddy asks me to kneel down and places my hands on Layla's skin. And they are wet and clammy and cold. And I give them that eye contact that's like, seriously, we're doing this right now. And they give me the eye contact back that goes, oh, yeah, we're doing this right now. And I'm like, all right, I better roll with this. Okay, here we go. So in the next scene, Pierre is so overcome with how full of life this obviously dead woman is that he can't stop looking at their dead skin and is shocked when they. When he feels to see that there's actually warmth underneath the cold from the water. And so I put my hands on Layla and I. I feel that cold water and that warm life underneath, and I go, ooh, okay. And they're not moving at all. And I feel their breasts, and I put my mouth on their nipple. And they've got rings in them, right? And you've got this, like, cold shock that just bites at your tongue and says, oh, God damn. And I'm getting excited, but I'm trying to, like, rein it in. This is a dramatic reading. I am in a place of theater. I can do this. And then Pierre is so overcome that he has to kiss his body, and I kiss my body. And the thing is, Laila and I have kissed a lot. It's like a thing we do, and we're super good at it. So what gets me into this moment is that there is nothing coming back. It is me kissing this body, and it is all mine. And I am in control of this moment. And that is, like, not my thing, but it is my thing. Right? Yeah. Right. I know. So. So in the story, Pierre climbs on top of his body and he penetrates with his cock. And he's shocked by this rush of cold water. And in the bedroom, I place my hand between Layla's legs, and I do one finger and then two. And I am shocked to feel this rush of cold water gushing down my hand and my wrist by a strategically placed ice cube. And I am so tempted to just stop and be like, everybody, did you notice how well this was aligned with the story? Because I truly appreciate that attention to detail and I want you all to know. But I resist the urge and decide to go ahead and just, like, get in there. So we go from two to three and then to four, and I am fucking that corpse. And I am willing that corpse to come alive for me to reanimate. Fucking Layla is in a moment of Oscar caliber stillness. I have never seen a performance like this in all of my days. I'm an actor. I don't know if I've mentioned that. That's not true. So anyway, Pierre is basically dead to me at this point, no pun intended. And I am going to town on Layla. And I cannot. I cannot resist the urge to just absolutely tease this bitch into submission. So I throw my face in between their legs as you do, and I start to lick and I go to town because there is literally nothing in this room but this corpse and their pussy. And I bury my face in there and I lick and I stick my tongue in hard and. Oh, what's this? A moan escapes my corpse. Ho ho. Who's not so good at being dead now? And with a giant gasp, I raise my face from beneath their legs and I jam my hand in all five fingers. And somebody's certainly not dead anymore. And they are bucking against me and writhing and moaning. And I have reanimated this corpse with my. And the sheer hotness of the entire scene causes me to cum as well. And together we are just writhing and there is nobody else there. And we start. We are. We start to calm down. We both release beautiful orgasms. I mean, just. I can't even express the beauty of this shared moment of necromancy. And I'm laying on their stomach and I pull my hand out and they. And I look up and I catch their eye and we both have that great glazed over. I just got fucked so hard. Fire eyes, right? And Laila looks at me and we smile. And then we just start to fucking laugh so hard. Rolling on the floor, sides clutched, laughing. And Layla looks at me and goes, corpse fucker. Cause that's the kind of friend they are. And the whole room is yelling, corpse fucker. And I am so fucking pleased with myself and so fucking pleased with my people because this thing that was like too scary to even kind of talk about and joke about with my people in the light of day had just become this amazing, sexy piece of shared performance art. And it was so fucking hot. And I figured out that, like, I don't have to be ashamed of my weird ass kink. Who gives a shit? So apparently I'm kind of into corpse play. Who knew? Yeah, you, You. You just produce a corpse.

[Amy Mullin]

And I've seen too many dead bodies.

[Layla]

You guys want to go see a dead body?

[Dixie de La Tour]

I love opening my emails every day and getting messages from people all over place, the world who say, holy shit. Body storytelling is a unique and special show that you can't find anywhere else. And they want it where they live. Right now I'm working with some people in Ohio who are trying to bring me in to do Bodi there. Last weekend I was hired for a music festival to create a custom show here in California and you can help me bring Body to where you are. You can be a leader of sex positive community in your city. Contact [e-mail] and let's talk about how you can book me and I can create a show in your city. The sex stories in your town. I can work with you, coach them and help you get body where you live. There ain't nothing like it, I'm telling you. So contact [e-mail] if you'd like to have a body near you. Or maybe if you've got a story you want to work on and you'd like to work on coaching with me over Skype or other ways. I want to hear from you and I want to work with you because I want to see where you live and what you do. Let's make it happen. So our story presents a unique problem. I don't have a lot of songs about sex and death. I asked some of my smartest friends and everything I was getting seemed very murdery. And murder didn't seem like what this story was about for me. Felt like it was about loss. Kind of a beautiful loss and I wanted a beautiful song to go with it. I was racking my brain and then I remembered this song. This song is from my friend Shirley Noem. You may have heard me talk about her before. She's a Canadian singer songwriter who has won a ton of comedy awards. She tours and sometimes we're lucky enough to get her to perform at Body Storytelling. This song is called so Glad and it's from Shirley Noem.

[Amy Mullin]

When I'm feeling lost, worried or fake and when When I'm feeling low I know how to smile again I think about how someday I'm going to die and everyone I love is going to die too don't to make you feel so good no no no doobity doo Death is coming it's coming coming for you for you and for you and for you and for me and I'm so humble inside in light of our inevitable demise that you give me a little bit of your time from your desperately short, incredibly finite, rapidly concluded including astonishingly limited lives. That is pretty nice. Now I'm not sentimental I'm not one to cry I'm so glad I sang for you before you died I came to know that Joie Dumour From a fling that got me high. He was joyful and alive. He was a cancer survivor. We had a ball cause he lost the other one. It really made no difference to all the hot and sexy fun. But I thought about how we could have died before we met it all. And I might not have even had one sweet moment of that one sweet ball. The beauty of romance ain't it how long it lasts? The good times that you get the beauties in the chance. How could I ask for more when my chance came through? We should just play with whatever amount of balls we have access to. So when we partied, I didn't fight it. I also didn't cry. I just said I'm so glad I fucked you before you died. I fucked you. You bested millions of other sp racing through the womb and you are one millions of eggs that made it down a fluffy tube. You are the latest in 4 billion years of unbroken lineages. You exist despite every chance you might have missed the odds. That you are listening to a song that I sang that played back for you in a totally fleeting, never repeating, completely unique moment of being.

[Layla]

Is an.

[Amy Mullin]

Utterly, undeniably, supremely unlikely, astronomically, astonishingly, cosmically, mind bogglingly infinitesimal possibility. Almost era. But here we are. I can't say that I know much. I can't say that I'm wise. I say that because they say that people say that people that are wise don't. They say they don't know anything.

[Layla]

So I like to appear wise.

[Amy Mullin]

So I don't know about a space wizard and a heavenly ticket. There's no guarantee that I will see anyone when I kick it. So many special people we just never get to meet. So the ones with whom our paths have crossed are a precious probability. There the beauty of life ain't in how long it lasts the good times that you get. The beauty's in the chance. How could I ask for more? My chance came through. I'm so glad that I am temporarily alive. Forever would get pretty tired and all the meaning would die. That sounds like not a very good time. If life is just a lovely fling, you know I'm satisfied and I'm so glad I sang for you before I die. I'm so glad I sang for you before I. Dad.

[Dixie de La Tour]

So the world's a super negative place right now and I want to tell you about a place where you can get together and see friendly faces and have tasty cocktails and play bango. My uniquely patented way to make friends and flirt with strangers and win Sexy implements of torture and pleasure. And that place is called Body Storytelling. Our live shows happen in San Francisco and Seattle, and coming up really soon, we have one in New York City. So let me tell you about upcoming shows for body storytelling on October 18th. Holy shit. That's like, any minute now. The theme is Never say Never. That one's in San Francisco at the Verdi Club. I'm going to be telling a story that I had never told before. I told it last week at an event, and someone said that was the most beautiful example of live storytelling they'd ever seen. I spent a lot of time crying at the end of that night because I was so scared and so, so moved by the response that I got. If you show up in San Francisco, you'll get to hear it this week on October 25th. The theme is Wicked. That's in Seattle at the Rebar. Still taking pictures for that one. So I'd love to have you on stage in Seattle on November 9th. In San Francisco, we've got a Friday night show. People come from long distances to see a weekend show for Bodi because they're rare. So get your tickets as soon as possible. The theme on November 9th is Pax a wallop in San Francisco at the Verdi Club. And then, hey, east coast, we're coming to you. Our friends at the Risk podcast have invited us back, and we're gonna be doing a show with them, a collaboration show at the Bellhouse. The theme of the night is Pervert. That's right. That's you. You should pitch us a story. I think we have a spot left, so. So if you want to submit to that one, that is pitchesisk-show.com. i'll get to hear your pitch as well. Kevin Allison and I are going to work together to create a lineup, and that one's definitely going to sell out. So you can get tickets to [e-mail] and the rest of these tickets you can [e-mail]. there's nothing like a live show. It will change your life. I hear it at each and every show. So come out and make sure you come up and say hi to me. I love meeting new people, and I really want to meet you. It's time to say thank you. Thank you to Joe Moore, our archivist and video person. Joe's been with Body Storytelling for so many years, and I just adore him. Thank you again, Joe, for all you do. To David Grossoff, our sound engineer who records our San Francisco show, and he's helping us with the Seattle show as well. David is really good at what he does. Thank you so much, David Grossoff, for all you do for me. To Dana Hanna, my project manager, who is helping me take these years and years of stories and get them out to you on the podcast. Thank you Dana. To Marty Garcia, my podcast producer who is a joy to work with and I really love the musical elements and the editing he's doing on the podcast. I like it and I'd love to know what you think about it. You can email [e-mail] we welcome your ideas. I'm always looking for new ways to make this show better and you may have some great ideas. And final thank you is to you. Thank you for listening. Thank you for subscribing. Wherever you subscribe to podcasts. Thank you for writing us a review and your emails really move me. I'd love to hear from you, hear about your life and hear how you listen to the podcast as it comes out each week. Have you noticed we come out on Hump Day? That was not an accident. So those are our thank yous. We'll be back really soon with the next episode of the Bodi Storytelling Podcast. And here's a peek at what's next.

[Layla]

Our towels fall away. We grab each other's hard cocks. I've got a man's cock in my hand for the first time and the space time continuum is not unraveling.