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Oh, the sweet humiliation of being forced to read my kinky novel BLACK-OWNED SISSY aloud to my wife... sex scenes and all. Order it now at www.a1adultebooks.com/a2140-chantelle-cage.htm
Gore remained seated; I wish I would have looked to see if he clapped at all but I was looking through the DSLR to take photos. I wish I had appreciated how epic this moment was at the time, but I had forgotten that Gore blamed Lewinsky for his loss.
Quotes from her TED Talk:
“At the age of 22, I fell in love with my boss, and at the age of 24, I learned the devastating consequences.”
“You're looking at a woman who was publicly silent for a decade. Obviously, that's changed, but only recently.”
“a surprising thing happened. At the age of 41, I was hit on by a 27-year-old guy. I know, right? He was charming and I was flattered, and I declined. You know what his unsuccessful pickup line was? He could make me feel 22 again. (Laughter) I realized later that night, I'm probably the only person over 40 who does not want to be 22 again.”
“What that meant for me personally was that overnight I went from being a completely private figure to a publicly humiliated one worldwide. I was patient zero of losing a personal reputation on a global scale almost instantaneously.”
“My mom… was reliving 1998, reliving a time when she sat by my bed every night, reliving a time when she made me shower with the bathroom door open, and reliving a time when both of my parents feared that I would be humiliated to death, literally.”
“A marketplace has emerged where public humiliation is a commodity and shame is an industry. How is the money made? Clicks. The more shame, the more clicks. The more clicks, the more advertising dollars. We're in a dangerous cycle. The more we click on this kind of gossip, the more numb we get to the human lives behind it, and the more numb we get, the more we click. All the while, someone is making money off of the back of someone else's suffering.”
"Public shaming as a blood sport has to stop.” “We need to return to a long-held value of compassion and empathy.” “Shame can’t survive empathy.”
From a Facebook discussion about this photo, someone proposed that maybe she is a fabulous person, a possibility that never occurred to me prior. Having seen her in person for the first time (she even invited me to lunch), I can now understand the question, as she has been re-humanized from the abstract projection we saw in the media. The headlines and labels de-humanize the specific person and evoke a penumbra of associations, where headline readers fill the gaps in our minds with the stereotype or mental model of an "actor" like this. It feels like the common strategy of de-humanizing the enemy in wartime.
It's official! After years of grueling studies, months of humiliating maintenance of custody of my eyes and days of antagonistic oral exams in front of a hostile synod, I am a Minister of the Faith, affiliated with the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. A Pastafarian.
Those of you familiar with the "VOWS" section of the Sunday NYT will be aware that with every passing month, more and more of the haut monde are being married by ministers specifically ordained just to marry one specific couple.
Just this past Sunday was an announcment of the wedding of Morgan Cummings and O'Neal Gray. Here are the first two sentences of the announcement IN THE EFFING NEW YORK TIMES:
"Morgan Janet Dixon Cummings and Robert O'Neal Gray Jr. were married May 12 at Texas Discovery Gardens, a botanical garden and butterfly habitat in Dallas. Edward Kuyper, the bride's brother-in-law, who became ordained by the Church of the Latter-Day Dude, officiated."
Like the Dude, I can now marry, divorce, or baptize you and/or lead you on your spiritual journey -- and I will be happy to do so, on your request, absolutely free of charge.
If ever a post box could look embarrased, then surely this one does as it's forced to wear a badly centered tub of flowers on its head.
Anyway the pillar box's blushes add to the colour of this autumn shot of a Stagecoach Devon Alexander Dennis 'Enviro 400' WA62AOH. It's seen here as it completes the final few yards of the journey into the Devon resort town' bus terminus this last weekend.
I think that the last photos I took here were back in 1977, having arrived on a Devon General ex Exeter Corporation Leyland Panther in NBC 'Poppy'.
My school is all about domination, feminization and transformation of gender girl/bimbo/slut/sissy or slave, Am a mistress of high class,I personal seek a slave, sissy, bimbo
3D red/cyan anaglyph created from stereograph courtesy of National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institution; Frederick Hill Meserve Collection, at: npg.si.edu/portraits
NPG Title: Kate Chase Sprague
Date: Circa 1861 [Date from Wikipedia]
Photographer: Mathew Brady Studio
Notes: A stereoscopic portrait of Kate Chase (1840-1899), daughter of Lincoln's Secretary of the Treasury, Salmon P. Chase. She was supposedly the shining star of the D.C. social scene, and evidently had some role in advising Mrs. Lincoln as to such matters, before they had a falling out. In 1863, she married Senator William Sprague, an event which was covered by newspapers across the country. Below are several articles to provide some additional background information on Kate Chase Sprague.
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The Pittsburg Dispatch
Sunday, October 19, 1890
A FAMOUS SCANDAL
Recalled by the Suicide of Young Willie Sprague Out West.
STORIES ABOUT SALMON P. CHASE.
How His Daughter Kate Was Humiliated at the White House.
LITERARY AND BIOGRAPHICAL WORK
"Washington, October 18.-- The suicide of Willie Sprague, the grandson of Salmon P. Chase, at Seattle a few days ago is bringing forth a number of new stories about the characters in the scandal. Here at Washington Kate Chase has always been considered as having been more sinned against than sinning. Sprague was a very rich man at the time of his marriage, and his money and position overshadowed his real character. His drinking tendencies were not known and he acted in such a manner soon after the marriage that Kate Chase, who was in intimate connection with the greatest minds of her day, lost all respect for him. She tried for a long time to conceal her disgust and she kept him many times from public disgrace.
I heard last night of a state dinner at the White House, which gives a faint idea of the indignities she had to undergo. This dinner was given by President Lincoln to Chief Justice Chase in honor of his appointment as head of the Supreme Court. It was a swell affair. The Justices of the Supreme Court and the highest officials were present with their wives, and Mrs. Kate Chase-Sprague and her husband were among them.
A DEEP HUMILIATION.
She was the center of admiration, and she sat on Mrs. Lincoln's left hand, opposite her father, who had the seat on the right of the President's wife, as the guest of honor. Sprague was then in the United States Senate, and he had taken one of the other ladies out to dinner, and had a seat on the other side of the table some distance from his wife. He evidently had taken several drinks before he came to the White House, and at the third course his eyes became glassy and his voice thick. At the end of the fourth he sank back in his chair in a deep sleep. Mrs. Sprague knowing his condition had kept some watch of him, and as she saw this her face turned pale, but she did not give any other indication of her trouble.
She at last managed to catch her father's eye, and he saw at once that she was in agony. She looked at her husband, and the Chief Justice then said to Mrs. Lincoln: "I see that Senator Sprague is ill. Will you not have your butler take him out quietly to the cloak room?" Mrs. Lincoln gave the directions, and two waiters carried him, this husband of the then brightest woman in Washington, out and laid him on the lounge, where he slumbered until dinner was over.
SHE HID HER SUFFERING.
Then the Chief Justice superintended putting him into his carriage and he was taken home. Mrs. Sprague was almost dying with mortification, but throughout that long dinner she gave no signs of her pain. She was as bright in her repartees as ever, and she listened with a smile to the complimentary speeches and congratulatory remarks that were given to her father. This happened early in her married life. Is it any wonder that her distrust grew as time went on and such excesses became frequent?
Kate Chase-Sprague was only 24 when she was married, but her life had been such that she knew more of men and things than the grayest-haired lady among her guests on that occasion. She was her father's confidential secretary. She had presided over his home in Columbus while he was Governor of Ohio, and she was his chief lieutenant and most ardent worker in his campaign for the Presidency of the United States. It may be that her ambition to have her father in the White House made her marry Governor Sprague, for Chase, though he had been Senator of the United States, and had had a long public career, was far from wealthy, and he had no money "to put where it would do the most good." Sprague was the richest man in Rhode Island and he was thought to be several times a millionaire.
WHEN EACH WAS A GOVERNOR.
He met Kate Chase when her father was Governor of Ohio and when he was Governor of Rhode Island. It was at Cleveland, where Kate Chase was visiting. The wedding took place here in Washington while Salmon P. Chase was Secretary of the Treasury. His house was on Sixth street, near the Patent Office, a place that is now far out in the fashionable part of the city. It was in the days of President Lincoln one of the finest houses here, and the bridal chamber, the library and parlor which the young couple were to occupy were furnished with every luxury which wealth and good taste could supply. Marble mantels were imported from Italy, Oriental rugs covered the floors and the parlor was luxuriously furnished.
The wedding was a grand one, and President Lincoln was among the guests. He reached the house just after the ceremony had been performed, and he gave the bride a hearty kiss when he came in. He was told that the wedding was over and replied that he regretted it, but if it was so he had to submit, and added, "I suppose you can't burn that gunpowder twice for even a President."
…..Kate Chase is still a very fine looking woman. She looks ten years younger than she really is, and she works as hard as any woman in Washington. She is writing a life of her father, and her work will be full of unwritten history. In her wonderful reminiscences gathered during a period covering a quarter of a century, in which she was in the closest confidential relation with the greatest statesmen and Generals of her day, she has bushels of letters made up of the private correspondence of public men and she has her father's diary and letters. Not long ago she said that she considered this diary one of the most historical papers in existence. She keeps it in a fireproof vault, and she will quote from it very freely in her work….”
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The Evening Times
Friday, February 21, 1896
KATE CHASE AS A FARMER
Will Turn Edgewood Into a Truck Farm and Raise Vegetables-
Woman Much Beset by Misfortune Is Again on Her Feet and Determined to Succeed
The payment of the mortgage that was about to be foreclosed by the friends of Kate Chase and her father, now puts a woman much beset by misfortune on her feet.
She proposes to turn her attention to truck farming, and raise vegetable, chickens and eggs, to be sold In this city, where good living is one of the principal recreations from the affairs of state.
Her present determination is in keeping with the high spirit and independence of character that has always distinguished Kate Chase. At least, every one may hope that as market gardener the daughter of her rather will restore the fortunes of her old home.
A certain historical glamour has always surrounded Mrs. Kate Chase, as she prefers to be called. A girl of 16 when her father was governor of Ohio, she was mistress of his house. Her distinguished appearance, sparkling wit, and turn for affairs, made her a figure in the political world, of which her father was so conspicuous a figure.
When Mr. Lincoln called Mr. Chase to Washington as Secretary of the Treasury, Kate Chase, as all the country knew her, easily led the official household of the President.
Ex-Secretary McCulloch once, speaking of the secret of her social success, remarked: "It is because when she is talking to you, you feel that you are the very person she wanted to meet. That she has forgotten your existence the next moment is an afterthought.”
When her engagement to Senator Sprague, of Rhode Island, was announced it had the importance of an alliance between high contracting parties. Senator Sprague had the prestige of a war governor, a military man, the youngest member of the Senate, and one of the richest men in the country.
The wedding was one of the events of a time bristling with events. When their first child was born it was regarded as a national event, and a description of the baby's wardrobe was read by every woman in the country. When the baby began to talk, its clever speeches were passed from mouth to mouth. Three children were born - a boy and two girls.
When rumors of domestic trouble in the Sprague family were first heard they created a sensation. The country was then young to divorce and family troubles aired in court. Senator Sprague's fortune was swept away in the panic that succeeded the prosperity that followed the war. The difficulty of meeting bills did not tend to harmonize the family drifting toward separation.
After her divorce Mrs. Sprague retired to Edgewood, the country home of Chief Justice Chase. Edgewood is not far from the Soldiers' Home. It was an estate bought in 1869 from Mr. Thomas Magruder, and the house on it was built by Mr. Berry. It is an old-fashioned place.
On the right is the library of the Chief Justice, opening into the dining room, once a noble apartment, rich in memories of distinguished guests. On the other side are double parlors in the old style, and a long, vine-wreathed gallery running across the house.
Although Kate Chase retired from society, she was still at Edgewood the center of a notable group. Roscoe Conkling was then a frequent visitor. Phil Sheridan, President Grant and Senator Sherman came to revive old memories and discuss the affairs of the day.
It is said that at Edgewood the campaign against Mr. Blaine in 1884 was planned. But those days of great men are gone. Mrs. Sprague has been living in retirement, endeavoring by cultivating the land around Edgewood to combat the financial ruin that for years has been threatening her.
Ethel Chase Sprague, her oldest daughter and second child, went on the stage, and for some time was a member of Richard Mansfield’s company. The second daughter, who is said to resemble her mother in looks and temperament has been her mother's companion.
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The Times, Washington,
Tuesday, August 1, 1899
A Famous Woman Dead
Mrs. Kate Chase Sprague Passes Away Unexpectedly.
She Was the Daughter of a Chief Justice and Once the Wife of the War Governor of Rhode Island - Had Been Sick But a Short Time - No Funeral Arrangements Made.
"The arrangements for the funeral of Mrs. Kate Chase Sprague, who died at her home, Edgewood, near Eckington, yesterday morning from Bright's disease [kidney disease], have not yet been completed. Mrs. Sprague's death was a great shock to her acquaintances in this city, many of whom were not aware of her serious illness. It was very generally known that she had not been in the best of health for some time past. She would not consult a physician, however, and the disease was allowed to run until ten days ago, when she was completely prostrated.
….Sunday ureamic convulsions set in and it was then known that the end was very near. The patient rallied after the first serious spell of convulsions, but it was only for a short time, and she gradually grew weaker until 3 o'clock yesterday morning, when she breathed her last…..
A Remarkable Life.
Mrs. Kate Chase Sprague, or Mrs. Kate Chase as she has latterly been known, was a decade ago a most prominent figure in the official society of the National Capital. She was the presiding genius at many of the great social events during the war, and for some time after it, and was known to be one of the most charming and attractive women in the country. Her great personal beauty gave her wide reputation, and as the mistress of her father's house she entertained lavishly and with great dignity. She was a social leader while her father was Secretary of the Treasury in Lincoln's Cabinet and Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court for almost ten years thereafter. Her father was one of the most notable figures brought into prominence by the war between the States. He had been Governor of Ohio for two terms (1855-59) before he came to Washington as a member of Mr. Lincoln's Cabinet,
Governor Chase was a widower at the time of his election to office, and his sixteen-year-old daughter became the mistress of the gubernatorial mansion, in Columbus. Miss Chase, as she was then, soon became well known, for the manner in which she received her father's guests and the dignity with which she administered to the affairs of the household. She was the confidant and adviser of her father in all his affairs. When Mr. Lincoln was elected President Governor Chase was made Secretary of the Treasury and moved his household to Washington. He died In New York May 7. 1873. His family was then residing in this city and to his daughter he bequeathed his beautiful suburban home, Edgewood, where she lived at the time of her death.
With her father’s coming to the National Capital commenced the epoch in Mrs. Sprague's career that made her famous throughout the country. Already pre-eminent in her native State as a hostess and giver of magnificent entertainments, she repeated her triumphs in Washington and soon became the guiding spirit of the social world here.
The Chase Mansion.
The round of entertainments at the Chase mansion, corner of Sixth and E Streets northwest, were notable ones, and the grace and beauty of its presiding mistress made the place the headquarters for everything of a social nature in the city. The youthful hostess had a wonderful gift of personal magnetism, which made her exceedingly popular. It was here that she met William Sprague, who was then Governor of Rhode Island. He was a handsome gentleman and very wealthy. In a short time the engagement of the couple was announced, and the marriage was one of the most brilliant that had ever taken place in this city up to that time. The wedding march, which was played by the Marine Band, was especially written for the occasion, and the reception that followed had never been equaled in point of the magnificence of the decorations or display. The spectacle of this affair will live long in the memory of all who were fortunate enough to be present, and will go down in history as one of the most many weddings that have taken place in the Nation's Capital…..
At her father's death she became possessed of the magnificent estate just outside the city which had been the scene of so many social triumphs. With her daughters she retired to the seclusion offered by this semi-country house and lived the life of a recluse, rarely appearing in public. Her name became only a memory, but one which will live long in the minds of those who were permitted to witness her queen-like rule over society. The wealth with which she was supposed to be possessed dwindled rapidly until only the Edgewood estate remained. This, in a few years, became heavily mortgaged and at one time Mrs. Sprague was dispossessed and left with absolutely nothing….”
….When Chief Justice Chase died his remains were brought to this city and buried at Oak Hill Cemetery. In 1886 the State of Ohio appropriated a sum of money for the removal of the remains to Spring Grove Cemetery in Cincinnati, where it is expected Mrs. Sprague will be buried…..”
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Findagrave Link: www.findagrave.com/memorial/4642/katherine-jane-sprague
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Red/Cyan (not red/blue) glasses of the proper density must be used to view 3D effect without ghosting. Anaglyph prepared using red cyan glasses from The Center For Civil War Photography / American Battlefield Trust. CCWP Link: www.civilwarphotography.org/
So humiliating...
I was parked here! Like a car or a bicycle.
This is a very nice bakery. I can't begin to describe the smells coming through this door.
My humans went in and left me here. Told me to wait. Not to bark. Not to bother other humans. Not to do the eyes trick. Just wait.
Sigh....
Sometimes it's hard to be a dog.
Enjoy your day, don't get parked,
-Anna
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I love women very much, but even if I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. (I don't own men's underwear since a long time.) I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, so I expose myself wearing bra, garter belt and women's stockings to my public humiliation. I do this, as seen in some pictures, also in the street and in parks.
Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
The facility was founded following a 1908 report of The Maryland State Lunacy Commission which stated:
"It is with a feeling of shame and humiliation that the conditions which exist in the State among the negro insane are chronicled and known to the public. Righteous indignation cannot help being aroused when one sees or reads of the most horrible cruelties being practiced upon these unfortunates.... The most urgent need at this time is a hospital for the negro insane of Maryland..."
As early as 1899 the Maryland Lunacy Commission in its Annual Report stated
"At present there are no negro insane at the second hospital (Springfield) and the comparatively small number at Spring Grove is a distinct embarrassment to the institution."
Again in its 1900 report it stated:
"The condition of the negro insane at Montevue Hospital at Frederick is shameful and should at once be remedied. The beasts of the field are better cared for than the poor negroes at Montevue"
The first group of 12 patients arrived on 13 March 1911.
Shot on iPhone 13 Pro.
Gizmo was still displaying the post-bath bad hair day but went back to his post of guarding the house. Of course he's half blind and half deaf and someone could still the entire house without him noticing - but still...
Humiliation, in an inexplicable way, leads us above all to creation and preserves the grace of God in our lives. So, we have in mind a wise warning that says: The devil does not eat, he does not drink and this typically larger ascetic is no less a devil. Humiliation is the only weapon that defeats the devil, the necessary condition of salvation, the secret divine power that is encapsulated. Where humility sprouts, there overflows the glory of God, there the bud of the plant of the soul blooms in the flower of amaranth.
St. Isaac the Syrian
She was a really good sport, usually she doesn't tolerate anything as humiliating as this but today she really wanted that kibble.
Here's a "safe for work" photo of my obese older cousin. For the NSFW photo (and to his great embarrassment, LOL!), make sure your account can view restricted photos.
The NSFW photo, with his partially buried micropenis on display...
www.flickr.com/photos/jessicajohnson1983/50160487197
...is a perfect one to illustrate the consequences of male obesity (such as my cousin's erectile dysfunction!).
He's over 260 with a very bad BMI. I'm trying to get Phillip to get off his lazy butt and exercise and also eat healthier. I warned him I'd embarrass him if he didn't meet weight loss goals he agreed to let me set for him. Several years ago gave me carte blanche to punish him, he just never thought I'd make him strip naked. I'm his health care power of attorney - and yes I sit in on his medical exams. That was part of the agreement. To his credit, although he whined like a little boy about having to strip in front of me, he's become subservient enough to let me discipline him as I see fit even knowing the pics I take of him are fair game for me to show anyone I want. He just never thought I'd embarrass me as such, let alone to female family members. And of course, once I had an initial set of pics of him nude, it was quite easy to make him quite obedient for future punishments. LOL! So over the past few years he's become quite submissive - oh he HATES that word and he denies that he is. But now a whole lot of female family members are seeing how unhealthy he is - "SEEING" being the operative word - and can get on his case, too (after they stop laughing). Phillip has become impotent, as well. (Ooops! Did I just tell everyone that? LOL!) So if he ever wants to have sex, he'd better get healthy. Sure, he'll be teased by all of us for many, many years to come! But we want him around for many, many years to come. The shame of several dozen female relatives ranging in age from 20 to 61 now seeing him totally naked is something Phillip will just have to live with - "live" being the operative word.
Kitty would not look at me,,,,seriously,,,,, she did not want to be dressed for a Christmas Party!!
wishing everyone a good day,,thanks so much for your visits,,,,
2016/03/05(sat)
MALAYSIAS MILITARY DEATH METAL
HUMILIATION JAPAN INVASION 2016 OSAKA
at SOCORE FACTORY
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Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.