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Completing the cat humiliation trifecta: Cleo with antlers.
This was the most difficult to do because Cleo can be mean. And fast. I was worried that once I got the antlers on she would bite me and run away with the antlers still on her head. That wouldn't have been fun for anyone. Particularly not Cleo.
My first time humiliating myself on municipal park gym equipment. And probably the last.
We're Here: First Times
1/365 (taking the plunge)
Strobist: Nikon SB-700 speedlight on ground, camera left. Optically triggered by on camera flash. Grimace mark I genuine.
The mockingbird was trying to get a good stand and slipped while I was watching. I think he was embarrassed:>) I don't know how to fix my error and the second shot is not showing for most people. Sorry.
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
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.
When I go it will be my heart. I try to burden it as little as possible. If something is going to have an impact, I direct it elsewhere. My gut for example, or my lungs, which might seize up for a moment but have never yet failed to take another breath. When I pass a mirror and catch a glimpse of myself, or I'm at the bus stop and some kids come up behind me and say, Who smells shit? - small daily humiliations - these I take, generally speaking, in my liver. Other damages I take in other places. The pancreas I reserve for being struck by all that's been lost. It's true that there's so much, and the organ is so small. But. You would be surprised how much it can take, all I feel is a quick sharp pain and then it's over. Sometimes I imagine my own autopsy. Disappointment in myself: right kidney. Disappointment of others in me: left kidney. Personal failures: kishkes.Yesterday I saw a man kicking a dog and I felt it behind my eyes. I don't know what to call this, a place before tears. The pain of forgetting: spine. The pain of remembering: spine. All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist: my knees, it takes half a tube of Ben-Gay and a big production just to bend them. To everything a season, to every time I've woken only to make the mistake of believing for a moment that someone was sleeping beside me: a hemorrhoid. Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.
- Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
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.
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
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 shadow of dim delight
I gave myself up for lost
in the depth of a glad humiliation
---in the shadow of a dim delight.
The repose of the sun-embroidered green gloom
slowly spread over my heart.
I forgot for what I had traveled,
and I surrendered my mind without struggle
to the maze of shadows and songs.
At last, when I woke from my slumber and opened my eyes,
I saw thee standing by me, flooding my sleep with thy smile.
How I had feared that the path was long and wearisome,
and the struggle to reach thee was hard!
GITANJALI
Offering songs by
Rabindranath Tagore
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'.
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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.
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.
I had to do it. Bodie barely endured this humiliation. Can you blame him? I apologized and gave him a treat for humoring me.
Sorry I've been absent. I took time off for Spring Break and have had a hard time with re-entry. I have got to pick my camera up more often.
Happy Easter!
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
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.