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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.
"Quem a si mesmo se exaltar será humilhado, e quem a si mesmo se humilhar será exaltado." Mt 23:12.
Do ensaio "Evangélicos".
"Whosoever shall exalt himself shall be abased; and he that shall humble himself shall be exalted." Mt 23:12.
From "Evangelic" essay.
I have totally humiliated myself at times because of spiders. They make me twitch and scream like a girl. Now these guys, well they didn't bug me but mom, she was a little creepy.
The drawing is mounted in Volume II-TER of the John Ryland's copy of "La Sainte Bible : Ancien Testament . . . / Compositions par J.-James Tissot"; with preface by A. D. Sertillanges, introduction by M. de Brunoff and the French version of L. J. Lemaistre de Saci. (Sertillanges, Antonin Gilbert 1863-1948; Le Maistre de Sacy, Isaac-Louis, 1613-1684) 2 vols. : illus., plates : 4to. 40 plates, 360 illustrations to text, by James Tissot. Paris: M. de Brunoff & Cie, 1904.
The edition contains 360 mounted colour, b/w, and duo-tone illustrations in the text and 40 plates in three states, sepia-tone, partly hand-coloured, and finished coloured state. The plates are protected with captioned tissue-guards. The paper size is 15 3/4 x 13 ins; image size varies (c 8 1/2 x 5 1/2 ins).
Of the 561 copies printed, the John Rylands Library (Manchester) copy is an "exemplaire unique". As well as the triple set of the large plates in various states, and a series of proofs before letters of the illustrations appearing in the text, it contains a water colour drawing by Tissot ("Joseph presents his father Jacob to Pharaoh"), these original pen and ink sketches for this work, and an autograph letter by him. (John Rylands Library Special Collections R16279)
The paintings for the Illustrations were based on the sketches and completed after Tissot's death in 1902 by Henri Bellery-Desfontaines, Auguste François Gorguet, Charles Hoffbauer, Louis van Parys, Michel Simonidy and Georges Bertin Scott.
Files created by Phillip Medhurst: Tissot in Brunoff at the John Rylands www.amazon.co.uk/clouddrive/share/kq7jBR4DkA1VIbQ5isRelyH...
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.
I'm humiliated enough as it is!!
My Dad's Cairn Terrier, Memsie. She got into a fight with my dog so my Dad put a muzzle on her. She looked so funny!! Yet so sad too! I said I felt bad that she had the muzzle on but I was still going to take pictures because she was so funny looking! As soon as I said that, she walked away (right after I took this photo!) She's got lots of attitude!! =)
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.
"Liar" - The Henry Rollins Band
you think you're going to live your life alone
in darkness and seclusion... yeah, I know
you've been out there and tried to mix with those animals
and it just left you full of humiliated confusion
so you stagger back home and wait for nothing
but the solitary refinement of your room spits you back onto the streets
and now you're desperate and in need of human contact
and then you meet me and yur whole world changes
because everything I say is everything you've ever wanted to hear
so you drop all you defenses, and you drop all your fears and you trust me
completely, I'm perfect in every way
'cause I make you feel so strong and so powerfull inside
you feel so lucky
but your ego obscures reality that you never bothered to
wonder why things are going so well
you want to know why?
'cause I'm a liar, yeah, I'm a liar
I'll tear (rip) your mind up, I'll burn your soul
I'll turn you into me, I'll turn you into me
'cause I'm a liar, a liar, a liar, a liar...
I'll hide behind a smile and understanding eyes
and I'll tell you things that you already know so you can say:
I really identify with you, so much
and all the time that you're needing me is just the time
that I'm bleeding you, don't you get it yet?
I'll come to you like an affliction then I'll leave you like an addiction
you'll never forget me... wou wanna know why?
I don't know why I feel the need to lie and cause you so much pain
maybe it's something inside, maybe it's something I can't explain
'cause all I do is mess you up and lie to you
I'm a liar, ooh, I'm a liar
but if you'll give me another chance I swear I'll never lie to you again
'cause now I see the destructive power of a lie,
they're stronger than truth
I ca't believe I ever hurt you, I swear I will never lie to you again
please, just give me more chance, I'll never lie to you again, no,
I swear, I will never tell a lie, I will neer tell a lie, no, no
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Sucker! Sucker! Sucker!
I am a liar, yeah, I am a liar, yeah, I am a liar
I lie you, I feel good, I am a liar, yeah
I lie ooh, I lie, yeah, I lie
I'm a liar, I lie, I like it, I feel good, I like it, and again
I like it again and I'll keep lying, I'll promise
Alright, I just remembered the most humiliating moment of my life. Until now, I was strictly "banned" from telling this story by my now ex-wife because she said that it suggested that we might have had premarital sex and that I'm not at all funny. But since the divorce, I can now, finally after a number of years confess that, on my marriage day, I was a fallen man.
Stop....breath....calm place.... I guess I should apologize if I have been "living the lie" to any of you until now.
Ok, back to what's important. At the time, my extras casting company was running seven days a week from around 6am to midnight. As would happen, I'd drive from the SFV to Aliso Viejo to see my girlfriend/soon wife sometimes during the in-between times.
So one night on the way after midnight, I stopped at the Sav-on at Hollywood Way and Magnolia in Burbank before getting on the freeway. But as I entered, I froze. I realized something was definitely wrong. At first, I thought it must be a robbery. Then, however, I realized that everyone was just looking at someone else, Bob Hope--who was there with that one who wasn't his wife, and they were muddling around in the pharmacy section.
As I realized I wouldn't be eating lead soon, I quickly got what I needed and got into the checkout line that now was rather long since everyone had stopped to gaze upon Hope. A nasty look from me, though, got it moving again.
As I impatiently waited in line, that bastard got in line right behind me. As I telepathically willed the cashier to please hurry, Hope took a look into my basket and saw that I had used a diet Pepsi to lamely try to hide the condoms and lube--WHICH WERE NOT EVENTUALLY USED FOR PREMARITAL SEX, OK!
This sent him into a comic routine for the small crowd gathered based upon the differences between the contents of our baskets and ages. Sorry that I can't remember the specific jokes, but I was trying hard to ignore them and starting to perspire from embarrassment until I finally got to the cashier.
Now, I still don't know how, but I'm positive that this really tiny, graveyard shift, female cashier was in on it in a bad way with Hope, because her broken-English request over the PA System for a "price check on the lube" just sent Hope into complete comic overdrive at my expense. I tried to be patient and just wait, but I got extreme tunnel vision, my perspiration turned to a pouring sweat, and the pounding embarrassment in my head was so loud that I couldn't hear anything. The only sense I had some of was sight, and everyone I could see was laughing.
I don't know what happened, how I paid, or anything after that. All I could think about is that arguably one of the most successful comedians in the western world just unleashed an uncensored, un-pc routine on my sorry butt. When I finally came to, I was in my own place and quietly pulling the bed covers over my head.
A church and monastery were founded here around 1350 by the Umiliati (Humiliated) order and initially dedicated to Saint Christopher, the patron saint of the gondoliers. Tiberio da Parma, the leader of the Order, and said to have been responsible for the original design of the church, is buried here. During the building of this church an unfinished statue of the Madonna, made by Giovanni de Santis (but also said to have fallen from heaven) and kept in an orchard (orto) nearby following its rejection by the Prior of Santa Maria Formosa, for which church it had been carved, started getting a reputation for glowing and working miracles. The church bought the statue, with the intention of thereby increasing offerings towards the cost of the building work, and on 18th June 1377 it was placed on the high altar. Since then the church has been known as Madonna dell'Orto. More at: www.churchesofvenice.co.uk/cannaregio.htm#madellort
Brandon is humiliated! He is accused of being a "Leper" and put in the stocks and forced to sing that he humps sheep!
During the Jazz Age:
Daisy felt she had humiliated herself by challenging the press and then so completely trusting The New Yorker's Vespa Salvaggio.
She knew, however, that vengeance was useless.
Yes, she could ask her friend, Mayor Jimmy Walker, to have Vespa harrassed--electricity turned off, garbage not picked up--accidentally on purpose, of course; but she felt even raising the topic would be the act of a child--and would give joy to Vespa that she had so rattled Daisy.
Daisy also knew that she had connections who could get Vespa barred from the most desirable restaurants at which the woman no doubt flaunted her wicked sense of self-importance.
Vespa probably relished the misery she inflicted on others and their impotent revenge only reaffirmed who had the upper hand.
Tom Buchanan, on the other hand, thought differently. Hiring thugs to throw bricks through Vespa's windows would be mild in his eyes.
"This is MY name that you and this savage are dragging through the mud. You both need a good beating!"
Nick Carraway knew intuitively that Tom hit Daisy. Tom's brutality was more massive than his wealth.
"I can't dare risk even seeing him--alone or with a divorce lawyer," Daisy thought, so afraid of what he might do.
"I may be foolish but I am not fool."
Thus, Daisy felt that all she could do for the time being was mentally to thank Vespa for the painful lesson she administered that knocked out much of Daisy's blinding arrogance.
"I'll show everyone that I'm not ashamed, horrible press, gossip, and all."
"After all, I'm still Daisy."
To Be Continued
****See Holly C/ SwaggyWiggums brilliant flickr page for stories related to The Daisy Saga on Vespa Salvaggio and on Grace, including The New Yorker article by Vespa (2014)*****
Lost
Battered
Humiliation
Falling
You can never know
When pain comes calling.
Alone
Desperation
Tangled
Sorrow.
- a fragment
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Humiliation seems crucial to group bonding. I'm often humiliated, but rarely welcomed into a group. The worst of all worlds, perhaps.
Taken while visiting Williamsburg, Virginia.
TAN traveler since 2004.
This is a submission the 2009 Travel Advantage Network Photo Contest. To learn more about the Travel Advantage Network, please visit www.PlanWithTan.com.
It's been a while since I humiliated myself in my own photostream, so I think now's the time for a little payback. Of course, it's hard to catch yourself in a candid moment, and I hate posing.
The latest installment of Alan Moore's The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, The Black Dossier, is out now. It rocks. Unfortunately, the last 10 pages are in old-school 3-d, and these are the necessary lenses that came with the book.
The LoEG is a damn good read. Go buy the first collection now. Pretend the film never happened. If you've never read Alan Moore before, you should also check out Watchmen, V for Vendetta, and his 40 issue run on Swamp Thing.
Warning: If you are of the opinion that comics are for children, these books may shock you. If you are also unable to view naked people, blood, or carnage, these books are probably not for you. But, then again, if you're like that, neither is Shakespeare. Exercise your own judgment.
As you can see, getting The Black Dossier out of the basement of MI-6 (which looks, surprisingly, like my basement) is challenging and fraught with peril.
Even if you have your hair done up in a ponytail.
Timmy gets naked after being 7 balled by yours truly, muha. Still think it hit the red first mate? Sure :)
2016/03/05(sat)
MALAYSIAS MILITARY DEATH METAL
HUMILIATION JAPAN INVASION 2016 OSAKA
at SOCORE FACTORY
HUMILIATION
DISTURD
SEX MESSIAH
SECOND TO NONE
Snake is just humiliating The Sheik..Some one call an ambulance... This is just completely disrespectful..the man is hurt and Snake is mocking him with a tombstone!!! I don't see this ending here... Still undefeated Tag Team Champions of the Wooooooorld... Snake and Pyroooooooooo!!!!!
Monday - humiliation
Tuesday - suffocation
Wednesday - condescension
Thursday - is pathetic
By Friday life has killed me
Why did you give me
So much desire?
When there is nowhere I can go
To offload this desire
And why did you give me
So much love
In a loveless world
When there's no one I can turn to
To unlock all this love
And why did you stick me in
Self-deprecating bones and skin
Jesus - do you hate me?
Do you hate me? Do you hate me?
Do you hate me? Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
Morrissey, "I Have Forgiven Jesus"
Humiliation of a Pious Man
In the tenth year of the Trojan War, Agamemnon captured Chryseis, daughter of Chryses, a priest of Apollo, and intended to keep the girl as a prize, take her home, and turn her into both a slave and a concubine. Chryses, a loving father if compared to the king, came then to see Agamemnon and, having blessed the whole army, offered a generous ransom for her daughter's freedom. The troops applauded the priest, but Agamemnon was not a man inclined to let his will be curbed. So he denied Chryses' request and, in an arrogant display of authority, threatened the old man, who left the Achaean camp humiliated.
Apollo's Wrath
The best time to address the gods is when humans refuse to listen, so Chryses prayed to Apollo as soon as he found himself alone. He asked the god to let the Achaeans pay through his golden arrows the tears he was shedding. That is why Apollo, who otherwise is known as the bright one, on hearing the prayer and learning the outrage his priest had suffered, came down from Olympus, as they say, darker than night, letting his arrows rain on the Achaean camp, which means that an epidemic spread in the army, taking many lives.
Sorry for the tiny size, but these were dancers from the Universoul Circus performing in front of City Hall today, where I was innocently attempting to have lunch. They dragged me on stage and humiliated me by making me dance (sober!) in front of the crowd to a 70s song I didn't know. I got free tickets though!