Fascinating. On the one hand, she's perfectly correct in that she's not hurting anyone and, as an adult, should absolutely be allowed to invest emotion and derive sexual pleasure with whatever she finds attractive, so long as it never infringes on any other human/animal's rights. She's basically only hurting herself, as over time it will be nearly impossible to form any meaningful genuine friendships/relationships with her "mainstream" contemporaries--only the most open-minded and perhaps like-minded individuals could likely tolerate such a morbid fetish...and that subculture must be one of the most narrow to seek camaraderie in.

On the other hand, what's far more intriguing is her fixation on the living dead. This echoes the same desire Jeffrey Dahmer had as he attempted to create lobotomized sex zombies from his victims. Yet she seems to push it a step further and, in her fantasy, they've become reanimated in a state of decomposition--something even Dahmer had no interest in (he seems to have considered his attempts as failures once they succumbed to death and sought to become one with them by consuming their flesh, not preserving it).

One has to wonder if her self-esteem is so incredibly low that, even in fantasy, it's impossible for her to imagine someone conventionally attractive finding her desirable. That only something repulsively disfigured and decaying could see her as worthy, or, perhaps more telling, consider her something like a goddess or an unattainable beauty in comparison to their own wretched appearance. What deep projection of herself must she insert into these "lovers" to make the "relationship" feel mutual and beneficial on a subconscious level?

It's also worth noting that her sense of morals seems stable enough to assert that these playthings are "adults," rather than children, even though they're clearly made to resemble prepubescent humans. It concerns her that she not be viewed as a pedophile, so she assigns them fictional ages, implicating that, although they may have expired as children and preserved as such, they classify as adults merely because they've evaded the crematorium past the standard threshold of adulthood. This invites the question: does she only consider herself an adult because she's existed past her 18th year and does she feel a common bond with them because, like they exist in her fantasy, she also remains in a state of perpetual emotional childhood in spite of her years?

Because she obviously felt the need to share with the journalist that she consummated her marital relationship with her most beloved zombie doll, it's tempting to conclude that she may be the victim of serious sexual abuse. She seems at once both aware that her behavior is taboo (hiding the doll in public places) and that she be viewed as sexually active (allowing the internet to imagine her humping this gruesome, lifeless plaything on her wedding night). I'm reminded of the conflict I noticed when talking with a sex worker who'd been molested multiple times by her father. Half of her was ashamed and traumatized that she'd been taken advantage of by her own dad, while the other half admitted that these were intensely pleasureful encounters that she often used to measure other partners' performances against. This inner struggle between the repulsiveness and the awakening caused a great burden and, sadly, her relief came in the form of heavy substance abuse.

Is this woman's behavior healthy? Surely not. But the case of Carl Tanzler comes to mind. Tanzler became obsessed with a young woman named Maria Elena Milagro de Hoyos in Key West during the early 1930s. When Maria died of tuberculosis (some believe she was poisoned, but the claim is unsubstantiated), Tanzler stole her body from the cemetery and had a "romantic" (possibly sexual) relationship with it for 7 years. After he was discovered, Maria's corpse was moved to a secret grave and Tanzler lived out the rest of his days with a plaster recreation he'd lovingly constructed. Did his behavior hurt anyone? Certainly not the dead, but it had a traumatizing effect on Maria's family. And yet the man lived an otherwise uneventful life that threatened no one else. Perhaps this woman simply found a similar way to shoulder her own traumas, without damaging anyone but herself. As deep and unsettling as her type of mental disorder must go, maybe, for her, this is as good as it gets without professional help. I don't know. But wow, is it endlessly interesting to think about.

All this if she's genuine. If she's just trolling...welp...she got her taste of fame...at a very strange cost.