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Girl kept padlocked in leg braces as part of a psychology experiment - by Angela Fox, inspired by a tale written by Garth Toyntanen (INSTITUTIONALISED volume 3) toyntanen.blogspot.co.uk/ note the padlocks used to secure the ratcheted leg braces.
More of Angela Fox's artwork can be found on Garth Toyntanen's website beyondthebarredwindow.weebly.com/ and her books on LULU, for example www.lulu.com/shop/angela-fox/the-wardress/ebook/product-2...
Jeffrey Rossman is coming out of the closet and admitting he is a homosexual sissy faggot queer. People who know him have no idea what he has kept hidden from them, that despite his friendliness with women, his true passion and calling is being of service to boys and being all the sissy a boy wants. Now it will come out and Jeffrey will have to deal with the consequences of being outed as a boy loving sissy queer.
My everyday uniform now; a plain cotton dress and apron over several layers of petticoats, corset and chastity. Once a week I still have to wear the full length uniform.
Habibs Dhimmi Dienstmädchen Sinjazulma hat das Standardtraining deutscher Dienstmädchen für arabische Haushalte durchlaufen und kann
vollständig in allen Bereichen verwendet werden. Die Dhimmi Dienstmagd Sinjazulma ist in der erstklassigen Dhimmi Dienstädchenschule für arabische Haushalte in Duisburg ("DDarabH,Duisburg") Marzahn ausgebildet worden. Dienstmädchen der "DDarabH,Duisburg" genügen sogar den strengen Anforderungen Saudi Arabiens!
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**ATTENTION**: I have a confession. In a sick, feeble, humiliating attempt to capture some 'awesome street raw', I slunk in on the back end of this scene and grabbed an unscrupulous capture that was completely orchestrated by my BdK compadre, Franky2step . He cajoled these fine, young ladies into a group hug and I simply, like a sly dog from Sudbury, snapped up the pieces. I got caught. I admit comp stomp flagrance. Shame on me.
His wonderful capture is here: disinterested, tolerant, ham .
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.
Harnessed for ever ..street hooker prepared for the humiliation Job. Only the micro Mini latex dress is Messing. Armes get fixed in the back för helpless Force blow Job work.
The royal city is under attack! All the evil in the LEGO universe is attacking the Blue Crown's castle. Will their high walls protect them? Or will the trolls, orcs, skeletons, uruk-hai and goblins fight their way into the palace?
The Crown's Guard has put Darth Vader in stocks and the humiliation of this has rallied the evil forces to one banner. The horde comes crashing against, on and over the city walls, seeking plunder and tender minifig meat. The curtain wall may be breached but the fight is far from over. The king himself commands his cavalry in a sortie. From Westgate, across the river, the king and his mounted knights set out to do some damage in return. They collide head on with enemy cavalry in front of the main gates. They have to mow their through the horde to make it to the battering ram that is driven to the Lesser Gate. If the gate is breached, the city will go down in flames. But between the city and the keep, with its impossibly high walls, runs the river. The fast flowing current is the first defense of the Blue Crown Royal Palace that is built in the shallows of the seaside cliffs. The princesses and their ladies in waiting stand in idle anticipation of the battle that is fought, whereas the city and countryside women have taken up bows to fight with the militia. Even the children take their place in the battle, armed with buckets they are at the ready to quench any starting fire.
It took well over seven months for Eric and me to build the Blue Crown's castle. We have known each other since we were kids, but building this creation together was our first co-build. Or at least, the first co-build ever to reach completion... Eric had been wanting to build a castle since forever he's back into bricking, and was suckered into this massive undertaking. Me, too, wanted to finally build a proper castle; with a keep, a city and a curtain wall, and preferably a bit of country side as well... By teaming up we had a brick supply that would enable even our most darkest desire!
Eric has built the keep, the green fish- and fisherman shop, and I built the curtain wall, the other town houses and shops (tavern, blacksmith, prospector's guild, bakery, pottery, stables and inn, statue, apothecary, tailor, fletcher, butcher, carpenter, stone mason, stocks and the mine) and the siege equipment. After sending over 350 photos back and forth, the whole thing was assembled at Eric's hoping to fit properly. There were some counting mistakes, I'm not pointing fingers, there were some misalignments, but I'll remain calm, and there was a lot of last minute detailing and cursing before it was actually done. The final creation measures 149 cm (187 studs) by 123 cm (152 studs) and stands 84 cm tall. It has more easter eggs, than a dog has flees :)
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- on the morning of February 4th, the float with Saint Agatha begins the procession, starting from the Cathedral, immediately after it characteristically passes through the "Porta Uzeda", arriving where the arches of the marina are located;
- la mattina del 4 febbraio, la vara con Sant'Agata inizia la processione, partendo dal Duomo, subito dopo attraversa caratteristicamente la "Porta Uzeda", giungendo dove si trovano gli archi della marina;
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Religious devotion, at times, in Sicily seems to take on the face of women, like that of the two Sicilian saints Agata and Lucia along the Ionian coast of Sicily, or the face of Rosalia, on the opposite side, in Palermo. The lives of Agata and Lucia are closely linked, even though they never met. Agata was martyred in 251, Lucia was not yet born, she was born 32 years later. On February 5, 301, she went to Catania to pray at Agata's tomb to invoke her intercession, hoping to obtain the healing of her mother, who was seriously ill. Agata appeared to her in a dream, confirmed her mother's healing (her mother was healed), but also confided in her that she would be martyred because of her faith in Christ: Lucia was martyred on December 13, 304, during the persecutions of Diocletian. What has been said as an incipit of the photographic story that I present here, created on the occasion of the celebration that Catania dedicates to its Patron Saint Agatha, described as the most important religious celebration in Catania, also considered the third Catholic religious celebration in the world (first are the “Semana Santa” in Seville, and the “Corpus Domini” in Cuzco in Peru), a ranking that takes into account the huge number of people who participate every year. The celebration of Saint Agatha takes place on several dates, from 3 to 6 February, on 12 February and on 17 August: the February celebration is linked to her martyrdom, the August celebration commemorates the return to Catania of her mortal remains, initially taken to Constantinople as spoils of war by the Byzantine general Maniaces, and remained there for 86 years. The young Agata lived in the 3rd century, she belonged to a rich patrician family of Catania, since she was young she had embraced the cult of the Christian religion, the governor Quinziano (or Quintiliano) fell in love with her, Agata to escape him hid in his house in Palermo, Quinziano managed to find out where she was hiding, so he had her taken to Catania, here his attempts to bend Agata's will and make her give in to his flattery were in vain, after her umpteenth refusal he changed his intentions, accused her of being of the Christian religion, condemned her to death, not without first having led her to martyrdom, he amputated her by tearing off both her breasts, in this way in addition to the torment of physical pain, the psychological one was added, humiliating the girl in her femininity, then he gave her death by dragging her on burning coals, Agata was 20 years old. After her death, the cult of her began to spread, even the pagans began to venerate her figure, there is news about her origins starting from 252, the year after her death: the inhabitants of Catania were proud of this young woman who rebelled against the will of the dictator. The feast of Saint Agatha begins on February 3, there is the procession "for the offering of wax", the two eighteenth-century carriages of the senate pulled by horses come out along the streets of the city, "the candelore" make their appearance; on February 4th the celebration begins with the “Mass of Dawn” which is celebrated in the cathedral, after the reliquary bust of the Saint and the silver casket, they are placed on the “vara” (or “fercolo”), to be carried in procession in its “external tour”, the procession begins by crossing the “Porta Uzeda” and thus reaching the arches of the marina, the procession then circumscribes the historic center of the city, going to the places where Agatha’s martyrdom took place; : On February 5th the “Pontifical Mass” is celebrated, on this occasion by lining up in the cathedral, you can go and see the reliquary bust of the Saint, as evening comes, the bust and the casket are placed back on the heavy float for the last procession, which goes along the “internal tour” (or “noble tour”), which crosses the historic center of Catania, a procession preceded by the passage of lit candles carried on the shoulders of devotees (of various weights and sizes, some reach exceptional dimensions and weight, historically these candles illuminated, when electricity did not exist, the passage of the Saint), then the “candelore” pass, they are gigantic and heavy wooden “candelabra”, in baroque style, painted in gold, each one represents an ancient corporation (butchers, fishmongers, bakers, pork butchers, greengrocers, etc.), finally the float with Saint Agatha passes, the long-awaited moment, with the reliquary bust that it contains inside some parts of her body, the other parts of her body are inside the casket, so, with both on the float, Agata's entire body can travel the streets of the city of Catania. The float is pulled by hand, by the many devotees who wish to participate spontaneously in this very particular rite, using two large cords more than 200 meters long, to the end of which are connected four handles. The photographs were taken on February 4 and 5, 2024 and 2025, they are not organized in series taking into account either the year or the days; I obtained a "bilocation effect" by using different shooting points in the two years, visible especially when the float passes through the Porta Uzeda; I made portraits of the devotees, posed and not, in particular the portrait of a devotee who seemed almost enraptured in ecstasy at the passage of Sant'Agata (and perhaps she really was), it represented for me the absolute, profound and concrete synthesis of the attachment of the "citizens" (synonym of "devotees") of Catania towards this young martyr, who has become a symbol of those who oppose violence against women, and protector of women suffering from breast cancer. I photographed two beautiful and sweet models who embodied the "two ages of Agata", with the aim of raising awareness among women in the prevention of breast cancer (the ceramic decorations corresponding to the breasts are the work of "Nenè sculptures of art by Nancy Coco); I captured in some images, the custom of some devotees, to carry with them images of loved ones who passed away too soon (photos placed on candles or printed on the characteristic white habit, called "sacco", which is part of the characteristic way of dressing of the devotees); finally I thank the owner of the Beniamin Art Gallery, in via Umberto, an artist himself, for giving me the opportunity to photograph the Pop icon exhibited in his gallery entitled "Aga Pop".
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La devozione religiosa, a volte, in Sicilia sembra assumere il volto delle donne, come quello delle due sante siciliane Agata e Lucia lungo la fascia Ionica della costa sicula, od il volto di Rosalia, sul versante opposto, in quel di Palermo. Le vite di Agata e Lucia sono tra loro legate in maniera strettamente indissolubile, pur non essendosi mai conosciute, Agata morì martirizzata nel 251, Lucia non era ancora nata, nascerà 32 anni dopo, il 5 febbraio del 301 si recherà a Catania a pregare sul sepolcro di Agata per invocare la sua intercessione sperando così di ottenere la guarigione di sua madre, gravemente malata, Agata le appare in sogno, le conferma la guarigione di sua madre (sua madre ebbe la guarigione), ma anche, le confida, che per lei ci sarà il martirio a causa della sua fede in Cristo: Lucia fu martirizzata il 13 dicembre del 304, durante le persecuzioni di Diocleziano. Quanto detto come incipit del racconto fotografico che qui presento, realizzato in occasione della festa che Catania dedica alla sua Santa Patrona Agata, descritta come la più importante festa religiosa di Catania, considerata anche la terza festa religiosa cattolica al mondo (prime la “Semana Santa” di Siviglia, ed il “Corpus Domini” di Cuzco in Perù), graduatoria che tiene conto del grandissimo numero di persone ogni anno vi partecipano. La festa di Santa’Agata si svolge in più date, dal 3 al 6 febbraio, il 12 febbraio ed il 17 agosto: la ricorrenza di febbraio è legata al suo martirio, quella di Agosto rievoca il ritorno a Catania delle sue spoglie mortali, portate inizialmente a Costantinopoli come bottino di guerra dal generale bizantino Maniace, e li rimaste per 86 anni. La giovane Agata visse nel 3° secolo, apparteneva ad una ricca famiglia patrizia di Catania, sin dalla giovane età aveva abbracciato il culto per la religione cristiana, di lei si invaghì il governatore Quinziano (o Quintiliano), Agata per sfuggirgli si nascose in una sua casa a Palermo, Quinziano riuscì a sapere dove si nascondeva, quindi la fece condurre a Catania, qui i suoi tentativi di piegare la volontà di Agata e farla cedere alle sue lusinghe furono vani, all’ennesimo suo rifiuto egli mutò i suoi propositi, la accusò di essere di religione cristiana, la condannò a morte, non senza averla prima condotta al martirio, le amputò strappandole entrambi i seni, in tal modo oltre allo strazio del dolore fisico, si aggiungeva quello psicologico, umiliando la ragazza nella sua femminilità, poi le diede la morte trascinandola sui carboni ardenti, Agata aveva 20 anni. Dopo la sua morte si iniziò a diffondere il culto verso di lei, anche i pagani iniziarono a venerare la sua figura, si hanno notizie sulle sue origini già a partire dal 252, anno successivo alla sua morte: gli abitanti di Catania erano orgogliosi di questa giovane donna che si ribellò al volere del dittatore. La festa per Sant’Agata inizia il 3 febbraio, si ha la processione “per l’offerta della cera”, escono lungo le vie della città le due settecentesche carrozze del senato trainate da cavalli, fanno la loro comparsa “le candelore”; il 4 febbraio la festa inizia con la “Messa dell’Aurora” che si celebra nella cattedrale, dopo il busto reliquiario della Santa e lo scrigno d’argento, vengono messi sulla “vara” (o “fercolo”), per essere portati in processione nel suo “giro esterno”, la processione inizia attraversando la "Porta Uzeda" e giungendo così agli archi della marina, la processione quindi circoscrive il centro storico della città, recandosi nei luoghi ove avvenne il martirio di Agata; il 5 febbraio si celebra la “Messa Pontificale”, in questa occasione mettendosi in fila nella cattedrale, si può andare a vedere il busto reliquiario della Santa, col sopraggiungere della sera, busto e scrigno, vengono nuovamente messi sulla pesante vara per l’ultima processione, che percorre il “giro interno” (o “giro nobile”), che attraversa il centro storico di Catania, processione preceduta dal passaggio dei ceri accesi portati in spalla dai devoti (di vario peso e dimensioni, alcuni raggiungono dimensioni e peso eccezionali, storicamente questi ceri illuminavano, quando non esisteva l’energia elettrica, il passaggio della Santa), poi passano le “candelore”, sono dei giganteschi e pesanti "candelabri" in legno, in stile barocco, dipinti in oro, ognuna rappresenta una antica corporazione (macellai, pescivendoli, panettieri, pizzicagnoli, fruttivendoli, ecc.), infine passa la vara con Sant’Agata, il momento tanto atteso, col busto reliquiario che racchiude al suo interno alcune parti del suo corpo, le altre parti del corpo si trovano all’interno dello scrigno, in tal modo, con entrambi sulla vara, tutto il corpo di Agata può percorrere le strade della città di Catania. La vara è trainata a mano, dai tantissimi devoti che desiderano partecipare spontaneamente a questo rito così particolare, tramite due grossi cordoni lunghi più di 200 metri, al cui capo sono collegate quattro maniglie. Le fotografie sono state realizzate il 4 ed il 5 febbraio del 2024 e del 2025, esse non sono organizzate in serie tenendo conto né dell’anno, nè delle giornate; ho ottenuto un “effetto di bilocazione” sfruttando differenti punti di ripresa nei due anni, visibile soprattutto quando la vara passa attraverso la Porta Uzeda; ho realizzato ritratti dei devoti, posati e non, in particolare il ritratto di una devota che sembrava quasi rapita in estasi al passaggio di Sant’Agata (e forse lo era veramente), ha rappresentato per me la sintesi assoluta, profonda e concreta dell’attaccamento dei “cittadini” (sinonimo di “devoti”) catanesi nei confronti di questa giovane martire, diventata simbolo di chi si oppone alla violenza sulle donne, e protettrice delle donne ammalate di cancro al seno. Ho fotografato due belle e dolci modelle che impersonavano le “due età di Agata”, con lo scopo di sensibilizzare le donne nella prevenzione delle neoplasie alla mammella (i decori in ceramica in corrispondenza dei seni, sono opera di “Nenè sculture d’arte di Nancy Coco); ho colto in alcune immagini, l’usanza di alcuni devoti, di recare con se immagini di persone care scomparse troppo presto (foto messe sui ceri o stampate sul caratteristico saio bianco, chiamato “sacco”, che fa parte del modo caratteristico di vestire dei devoti); infine ringrazio il proprietario della Beniamin Art Gallery, in via Umberto, artista egli stesso, per avermi dato la possibilità di fotografare l’icona Pop esposta nella sua galleria dal titolo “Aga Pop”.
If you're a vintage gear aficionado ... beware, be-warned!
Imagine these are items inside your carry on luggage: a red darkroom timer, a freakish looking vintage camera, and an Alienware laptop. While flying, then fiddling with them, at the same time Googling for how to use that old-timey device, you'd end up on an unwanted airport tarmac being pinned down, body searched, and get to be photographed/videographed of your ultimate humiliation by fellow passgengers. Only then to be seen online hours later by the whole wide world to catch a glimpse of what kind of creature you are whom visually terrorizing decent citizens while cruishing on air.
Oh btw, you also are given a label on TVs, a potential "terrorist". How cool is that?
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Now, should the paranoid passenger be blamed for being ignorant of tech gears? (Certainly, not me)
Or the crews whom did not do the basic "first thing", checking out the young man and his "stuffs" (like pretending serving extra juices) for themselves to validify the b..b claim. Because the b..b assertion is deadly SERIOUS. Of course, the crews should not take it lightly, but should not be simply either. We don't dare to say that word even as a casual conversation while traveling on air. Right? (So for me, the crews seem to fail this task. Hope I'm wrong.)
What is your thought?
But the chaos on tarmac was a mess, so improperly handled by the security task force. As the subject being held down on ground, the passengers were still within feet from him, and casually walking around like a false alarm. Most of us for sure would run the hell away from that plane for our lives, or be shoved away by security if we don't move fast enough, right. But nah, that wasn't the case in the video. And nobody knows that the whole thing was just a paranoia (fortunately), until ... many hours later.
So what if the situation was real (not that we ever want it be)? Remember in any b..b threat dramas, security people don't just come and check out the device instantly. They sent robot, scanner, suited b..b tech, and who knows whatelse before being able to determine what that is, actually. Back to the tarmac drama, why the hell they let people just walking carelessly around like that, and also allowing the filming, and then posting with freedom of labelling. If the real device went off at that mishandled moment, ... just hellish.
I can't imagine the scare, humiliation, hurt (gladly likely not physically) to this young photog. I hope someone, some thing must compensate him ... along with a sincere apology. And pray his gem collection not being dismantled by often arrogant task force people, as it can be very expensive to redeem if damaged. Some in auction houses priced at $mil. In my case, the custom people tore up several boxes of my vintage lens likely suspecting the old days tarnished cushion material to be potential hidden drug or something. But then left the super mess as is in every searched package. Yep, they didn't even bother to clean up "their lousy act." Initially, I complained the seller with photos proof. And he/she was shock that wasn't how they packed the package. Of course, not. We also heard often in news police searching homes and damaging the house, only to compensating pitty, or none at all in some lousy cities. Fact is there are so many good and dedicated people in police/home land task forces. And we're thankful for their service 24/7 protecting everyone. But in some cases, just so much mess by arrogant and abuse of power individuals.
Back to the b..b scare story, we also are unhappy, aren't we? Now, all my dirt cheap aficionado stuffs will never get to fly with me any more either. Sigh! :)
Thanks for sharing your thought.
Being a woman must stop meaning being a victim, ALL OVER THE WORLD AND AMONG ALL PEOPLES.
From the facebook post of Guadalupe Acosta:
"Yesterday I was killed.
I refused to be touched, and they blew my skull with a club. I got stabbed and left to die bleeding.
Like waste, they put me in a black polyethylene bag, wrapped with duct tape and I was thrown to a beach, where hours later they found me.
But worse than death, was the humiliation that followed.
From the time they had my dead body nobody asked where the son of a bitch that ended my dreams, my hopes and my life was.
No, rather than that they started asking me useless questions. To me, can you imagine? A dead girl, who can not speak, who can not defend herself.
What clothes did you wear?
Why were you alone?
Why would a woman travel alone?
You got into a dangerous neighborhood, what did you expect?
They questioned my parents for giving me wings, let me be independent, like any human being. They told them we were on drugs and we surely asked for it. They told them they should have looked after us.
And only when dead I realized that no, that for the rest of the world I was not like a man. That dying was my fault, and it will always be. While if the headline would have said “two young male travelers were killed” people would be exptessing their condolences and with their false and hypocritical double standard speech would demand higher penalty for murderers.
But being a woman, it is minimized. It becomes less severe, because of course I asked for it. Doing what I wanted to do, I found what I deserved for not being submissive, not wanting to stay at home, for investing my own money in my dreams. For that and more, I was sentenced.
And I grieved, because I’m no longer here. But you are. And you’re a woman. And you have to deal with them rubbing it in with the same speech “earn respect,” it’s your fault they shout at you, it’s your fault they want to play / lick / suck any of your genitals on the street for wearing shorts when it’s 40ºC outside. That same speech that says you’re a “crazy woman” if you travel alone and that if something happens to you, if somebody trample upon your rights, you probably asked for it.
I ask you, on behalf of myself and every other women ever hushed, silenced; I ask you on behalf of every woman whose life was crushed, to raise your voice. We will fight, I’ll be with you in spirit, and I promise that one day we’ll be so many that there won’t be enough bags in the world to shut up us all."
RIP dear José María Coni and Marina Menegazzo
that were killed two times.
I am ashamed for being a man.
Marmolada Mountain in the background
Veneto / Trentino Alto Adige - Italia
Girl forced by her female friends to take off her Adidas sneakers in public at a Christmas market for humiliating her in the cold but dry weather.
... finally accepting her faith
No one has bought life, everything ends in a blink of an eye ... without realizing it. So do not insult, do not offend, do not judge, do not humiliate. Be honest, humble, whole, kind ...
Pattern: Prehistoric Pals (T-Rex) designed by Chris de Longpre
Pattern Source: Knitting At Knoon Designs
Yarn: Noro Kureyon #33, less than one skein (70 yards)
Needles: US 6 DPNs
He really only knows one trick... blogged