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today we see many children in the street we can understand that certains children help their parents but the others who are rejectected and humiliated by their families walk everyday like beggar out side. Sad life is not only in Africa but everywhere in the world.
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I experience every day only humiliation and extreme stress lately, I realize more and more that I come to this zero point, but I hope that I can find a bit of luck!
Sissy Flora at the party in the Club in Tuscany, dinner soon and then I will be eaten by the males who will surround me with their powerful, huge and very hard cocks! I love satisfying many cocks, even together, it's always nice to have a necklace of erect, turgid, purple, very hard cocks!
But I will make them even harder until they dripping, cumshot their warm and delicious cum!
On vacation a year ago in Pisa, apartment with little sister friend!
We made the sluts and met many males as well as going to the clubs by the sea and sex nights!
Yea, how would you "feel" if people dressed you up like a little clown and paraded you around for people to laugh at? The shame of it! You'd be humiliated as well. Please save me!
Oh, oh, here comes another outfit to try on!
Sigh it happened I would just like everyone to know I put up a good fight
No Humans were hurt but I am deeply humiliated ...Tiva
I think this is a shot that speaks for itself.
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What is it about crossdressing that gives some men a such state of mind that only those of us who feel compelled to do it and get to do it can fully experience?
As I have mentioned, countless times, I am convinced that I was born a crossdresser and it has to do with my brain's wiring rather than any childhood trauma or fetish. I was not forcefully dressed as a girl or" humiliated" in that way at any point in my life, but have memories, from a very early age, about willingly trying on some of my mother's garments and shoes, that obviously did not fit. I am the oldest of four children and the one sister is the youngest, and ten years younger than I. So, there were no big sisters in the picture either. It has always been something I have felt compelled to do and have found ways to do it throughout my life. At first there was the guilt and shame, then the thrill and excitement and, once I came to terms with it, the real peace and enjoyment.
Do I need an answer to the question with which I started this writing? Not really; all I need is self acceptance and ways to express this facet of my being.
Young CDs have it easier today since there is more awareness and even acceptance or tolerance from society. Those who are around my age and older had to go through rough times and many still do. My advice to all is to not try to find an explanation or cure but rather for self acceptance. Once you come to terms with who you are, you will be able to fully enjoy your feminine expression and presentation.
There is always the issue of keeping it in hiding, and that is perhaps the most difficult phase that most of us, older girls, have gone through. At one point or another we have had to hide it from loved ones and, in most cases, from friends, coworkers and other people around us. The fear of being rejected or disowned by loved ones is always too strong an issue to come clean with our spouse and family. I was lucky to confide my "secret" to my wife, for 30 years now, when we were only friends and know that most of our sisters still live in hiding. In my opinion, a loved one will appreciate our telling them and if they really love us they will at least tolerate it within reasonable limits. It is very important that to have clear information from trustworthy sources so that they can draw their own conclusions and realize that we are not gay or want to be women. Please do not take this as encouragement but rather as something to take into consideration.
Feeling AT EASE will only come when the guilt and shame is gone.
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¿Por qué travestirse causa tal estado mental en algunos hombres que solo quienes sienten el impulso de hacerlo y llegan a hacerlo pueden realmente experimentar?
Como he mencionado, innumerables veces, estoy convencido de que nací crossdresser y que esto es a causa de la manera en que mi cerebro está cableado y no tiene que ver con algún trauma de infancia o fetichismo. Jamás fui forzada a vestir de nena cuando era niño o "humillado" de esa manera en mi vida, pero tengo recuerdos, de muy temprana edad, en los que por mi propia voluntad me ponía prendas y zapatos de mi madre aunque me quedaban enormes. Soy el mayor de cuatro hermanos y la única mujer es la menor , con 10 años menos que yo; por lo que tampoco existió el factor "hermana mayor". Siempre he sentido este impulso y, a lo largo de mi vida, he encontrado la manera de hacerlo. Al principio me producía la vergüenza y la culpa, luego era la emoción y éxtasis y, una vez me acepté como soy, vino la verdadera paz y disfrute.
¿Necesito tener respuesta a la pregunta con la que inicié este texto? En realidad, no; todo lo que necesito es esa auto-aceptación y oportunidades para expresar esta faceta de mi ser.
Los CD jóvenes la tienen más fácil hoy ya que hay más difusión, tolerancia y hasta aceptación por parte de la sociedad. Quienes somos de mi generación o anteriores, tuvieron que pasar por etapas difíciles y muchos las siguen padeciendo. Mi consejo es que no intenten de encontrar una explicación o cura sino que se acepten como son. Una vez dejan de sentirse culpables y se aceptan como son, podrán verdaderamente disfrutar a plenitud de su manifestación y presentación femenina.
por supuesto que siempre está el asunto de mantenerlo en secreto y este es, sin duda, el aspecto más difícil por el que la mayoría de nosotros, los CD mayores, hemos tenido que pasar. En algún momento u otro de nuestras vidas hemos tenido que ocultarnos de seres queridos, y en la mayoría de casos, de amistades, compañeros de trabajo y personas a nuestro derredor. El temor a ser rechazados o desconocidos por seres queridas es demasiado fuerte como para confiarlo a nuestras esposas o familiares. Yo tuve la suerte de haberle confiado "el secreto" a mi esposa, con quien llevo 30 años de matrimonio, cuando solamente éramos amigos y sé que muchos CD siguen viniéndolo en secreto. En mi opinión, un apersona amada apreciará que les confiemos esta parte de nosotros y si verdaderamente nos aman, al menos lo tolerarán dentro de ciertos límites. Es muy importante tener argumentos de fuentes confiables para que puedan comprender que no somos gay ni queremos ser mujeres, al momento de explicar. Por favor no tomen esto como motivación pero sí como algo a tomar en cuenta.
Nos sentiremos A GUSTO, hasta que la culpa y la vergüenza se hayan ido.
The word Maheshwar in Hindi means Great God, an epithet of Lord Shiva.
According to a legend, one day the King Sahasrarjun and his 500 wives went to the river for a picnic. When the wives wanted a vast play area, the King stopped the mighty river Narmada with his 1000 arms. While they were all enjoying themselves, Ravana flew by in his Pushpak Vimana. Downstream, when he saw the dry river bed, he thought it was an ideal place to pray to Lord Shiva. He made a shivalinga out of sand and began to pray. When Sahasrajuna’s wives were done and they stepped out of the river bed, he let the waters flow. The voluminous river flowed down sweeping Ravana’s shivalinga along, messing up his prayers. Furious, Ravana tracked Sahasrajuna and challenged him. Armed to the hilt the mighty Ravana was in for a huge surprise. The mighty Sahasrarjuna with the 1000 arms pinned Ravana to the ground. Then he placed 10 lamps on his heads and one on his hand. After tying up Ravana, Sahasrarjuna dragged him home and tied him up to the cradle pole of his son. A humiliated Ravana stayed prisoner until his release was secured.
The term dominatrix is mostly used to describe a female professional dominant (or "pro-domme") who is paid to engage in BDSM play with a submissive. Professional dominatrices are not prostitutes, despite the sensual and erotic interactions she has. An appointment or roleplay is referred to as a "session", and is often conducted in a dedicated professional play space which has been set up with specialist equipment, known as a "dungeon". Sessions may also be conducted remotely by letter or telephone, or in the contemporary era of technological connectivity by email or online chat. Most, but not all, clients of female professional dominants are men. Male or t-girl professional dominants also exist, catering predominantly to the t-girl market.
Some professional dominatrices set minimum age limits for their clients. Popular requests from clients are for dungeon play including bondage , spanking and cock and ball torture , or for medical play using hoods, gas masks and urethral sounding . Verbal erotic humiliation , such as small penis humiliation , is also popular. It is not unusual for a dominatrix to consider her profession different from that of an escort and not perform tie and tease or " happy endings ". Typically professional dominatrices do not have sexual intercourse with their clients, do not become naked with their clients and do not allow their clients to touch them. Bondage itself does not necessarily imply sadomasochism . Bondage may be used as an end in itself, as in the case of rope bondage and breast bondage . It may also be used as a part of sex or in conjunction with other BDSM activities. The letter "B" in the acronym "BDSM" comes from the word "bondage". Sexuality and erotica are an important aspect in bondage, but are often not the end in itself.
So I had checked in, got dressed up and couldn’t resist wandering onto the landing to pose for some quick pics. When my host appeared at the bottom of the stairs, coffee mug in hand for me…. I was mortified, but she was so sweet. We chatted and she even took this photo for me. Ty Dianne!
Tivadar Csontváry Kosztka (1853 – 1919), the Hungarian painter loved by Picasso.
Tivadar Csontváry Kosztka (1853 – 1919), the Hungarian painter loved by Picasso.
"Csontváry’s works were exhibited in Paris in 1948. Picasso spent an hour outside the exhibition’s regular opening hours viewing them, and after emerging, declared “I did not realize there was another great painter in this century aside from myself.”
Csontváry probably would have taken issue with Picasso’s proclamation, arguing that he was a more significant painter even than Raphael."
"On the hot sunny afternoon of 13 October 1880, when Csontvary was 27 years old, he had a mystic vision. He heard a voice saying, 'You will be the greatest Sunway Painter, greater than Raphael!' He took journeys around Europe, visited the galleries of the Vatican, and returned to Hungary to earn money for his journeys by working as an apothecary. From 1890, he traveled around the world. He visited Paris, the Mediterraneum (Dalmatia, Italy, Greece), North Africa and the Middle East (Lebanon, Palestine, Egypt, Syria) and painted pictures. Often his pictures are very large, several metres wide and height is not unusual."
"In recent decades, Tivadar Kosztka Csontváry has become a true national hero. After all, he has all the necessary attributes: he was only celebrated after his time, his canon of work is not only spectacular, but also unique, and his contemporaries in Hungarian society treated him as all future national heroes were: he was mocked and humiliated.
He painted his major works between 1901 and 1909. He had some exhibitions in Paris (1907) and Western Europe. Most of the critics in Western Europe recognized his abilities, art and congeniality, but in the Kingdom of Hungary during his life, he was considered to be an eccentric crank for several reasons, e. g. for his vegetarianism, anti-alcoholism, anti-smoking, pacifism, and his cloudy, prophetic writings and pamphlets about his life (Curriculum), genius (The Authority, The Genius) and religious philosophy (The Positivum). Some of his biographists considered this as a latent, but increasingly disruptive schizophrenia. Although he was later acclaimed, during his lifetime Csontváry found little understanding for his visionary, expressionistic style. A loner by nature, his “failure” impaired his creative power.
His art connects with post-impressionism and expressionism, but he was an autodidact and cannot be classified into one style. He identified as a "sunway"-painter, a term which he created.
The painter, after being derided for decades, ended up starving to death after the Soviet Republic took everything away from him.
He starved to death.
To give us an idea of how his life’s work was rated at the time, his heirs attempted to sell the paintings to delivery men as they were painted on high-quality canvas. Were it not for Gedeon Gerlóczy, who recognized Csontváry’s genius and bought them all up, there would be no paintings surviving to this day.
Today, a Csontváry is worth millions of Euros."
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Monument to the Chechen-Akkin victims of Stalinism (Chechen: Сталинизмо бехкбоцуш хӀаллак бинчу вайнахана) is a monument to the victims of Chechen and Ingush deportation, erected on 19 February 1989 near the old cemetery of the village of Yaryksu-Aukh (present-day Charavali, Novolak District of Dagestan). The monument was the first of its kind in the country.
The monument consists of two large stones with information inscriptions in Chechen and Russian. The stone lying on the ground symbolises death, while the other, which reaches for the sky, symbolises life. Thirteen steps up represent thirteen years of life away from the fatherland, years of humiliation, undeserved reproaches and slanted glances.
Every year, on February 23, the date of the beginning of Stalin's deportations, Chechens gather at the monument, where they discuss the problems of restoration of the Aukhovsky district, whose restoration they demanded back in the early 1990s.
Chechnya’s Holocaust
Remembering the 1944 Deportation: Chechnya’s Holocaust
Publication: North Caucasus Weekly Volume: 8 Issue: 8
By: Mairbek Vatchagaev
Even though many decades have passed, the Second World War is still an unanswered question for the Chechen people, and this historical burden inevitably impacts the continuing development of Chechen society today. Though the current Russian government is eager to emphasize recent peaceful developments, the image of the Chechen as “the enemy,” originally created by the Communists, is alive and well within the country today. Historians, politicians and journalists have created thousands of works that are filled with deliberate lies that portray the Chechens as a people and the entirety of Chechen history in a truly terrible light.
February 23 is one of the most tragic dates in the history of the Chechens and the Ingush. Until the Russo-Chechen War of 1994, the Chechens were a small ethnic group relatively unknown to the rest of the world, living in the northern foothills of the Caucasus, one of the most remote corners of Europe. On February 23, 1944, the Chechens were exiled from their ancestral lands and deported to Siberia and the northern regions of Kazakhstan. The entirety of the Chechen nation was accused of collaborating with the Fascists, even though unknown to Russians and Europeans alike, the Chechens only knew about the Fascists from the movie screen and the wartime news reports. The frontlines of the German advance stopped in Mozdok, in Northern Ossetia, never reaching Chechnya. Therefore the Chechens not only were unable to collaborate with the Germans, but also never truly saw any of them [1].
The Chechens were deported en masse, only excluding a few hundred men who managed to escape to the mountains at the last moment and who over the years tried to extract a vengeance for the deaths of their people through constant attacks on local Soviet institutions. The Chechen deportation, the most massive of all Soviet deportations, took place over the course of only a few days. However, in that period, during the middle of winter, almost 400,000 men, women and children were loaded into cattle cars and shipped to various locations, thousands of kilometers away. The victims were only allowed to take three days’ worth of rations and spent a horrifying two or three weeks on the road. Thousands died every day and the bodies were simply tossed out of the cars at every railroad station. Death quickly claimed the weakest – the elderly and the children (Radio Svoboda, February 23, 2000). According to the official Soviet figures, roughly a third of the whole Chechen nation perished during the thirteen years of exile, though independent researchers have suggested that essentially every second Chechen died during the Soviet government’s terrible crime against part of its own populace.
Many Chechens had in fact fought on the front lines of the Soviet war against the German aggressor. Thousands of Chechens died on the field of battle, with many becoming war heroes. The long list of Chechen war heroes includes the first men to reach the fortifications of Brest, where over two hundred Chechens fought for their country. To name a few Chechen soldiers of note: Khanpasha Nuradilov died in Stalingrad having killed over 900 Germans; Movlad Bisaitov was the first to meet the Americans on the Elbe; Hakim Ismailov was one of the men who raised the Soviet flag over the Reichstag; and Alavdi Ustarkhanov (Andre) fought with the French Resistance. Yet all of these men died in obscurity, deliberately hidden or sometimes killed, so that their very existence could not be used as an accusation against the Soviet regime in later years.
Fifty years later, on February 24, 2004, the European Parliament suggested that the “deportation of the whole of the Chechen nation into Central Asia on February 23, 1944, as ordered by Joseph Stalin, was an act of genocide” [2]. Today’s Chechens cannot help but compare themselves to their countrymen that lived during the deportation. Even today, Russia, having unleashed this latest war, has caused every tenth Chechen to be killed, every third to flee the territory of the republic and another ten percent to seek refugee status in Europe, trying to escape the regime that hunts them today, just as they had in the past. In the Chechen republic, over ten thousand are wounded, several thousand are invalid children (many lacking limbs), and nearly 20 percent of the population is suffering from illness and requires medical aid.
In 1944, the Chechens stood accused of cooperating with the Fascists, but in this war, their fault lies in being in league with the forces of international terrorism. Grozny, a city of 400,000, was wiped off the map while the leaders of those countries supposedly championing human rights stood by and applauded. People were killed everywhere and in all possible ways, while all of European society watched in confusion as the might of the Russian rulers was directed against women, children and the aged, all of whom were deemed terrorists. It is alarming that the people from the generation that survived the deportation say that living in Chechnya today is more frightening than the terrible years of 1944 to 1956.
Today, in pseudo-democratic Russia, in accordance with the wishes of the Kremlin, Potemkin villages are being built. What can a couple dozen new houses and several hundred kilometers of newly paved roads do to change anything in war-stricken Chechnya? What can it do to change the oppression led by the Kremlin? The applied lessons from the Soviet school of forcefully creating “loved and respected” leaders, widespread threats and endless pressure cannot solve the problems of Chechnya’s society! These problems are ignored and sacrificed to the ambitions of certain leaders, leaving them to burst forth in the form of mass disturbances at the smallest opportunity.
Russia cannot afford to make the choice in favor of Ramzan Kadyrov, even though he has achieved that which President Putin has called the “amazing accomplishments of the Chechen government” (Radio Svoboda, February 2). The game between Alu Alkhanov and Ramzan Kadyrov is just a delaying tactic by the Kremlin. Eventually, one of the men will be removed, and then the survivor will eventually be replaced by someone even more obedient. It is only the problem of finding a good candidate that keeps Moscow involved in this game, since the Kremlin’s eventual goal is to find a loyal functionary, not a military commander. Ramzan Kadyrov was born during a military era, guaranteeing that he will not last long as a civilian leader.
It will probably take another fifty years for the international community to call things by their real names and agree that Russia has committed war crimes against the Chechen people–a people that suffered two military campaigns that left 100,000 dead and several hundred thousand crippled and traumatized. With Europe concerned over the fate of Kosovo today, it seems necessary to remind the Europeans that Chechens are also residents of the European continent who have fled their war-torn home to come to Europe, instead of heading East and who made a conscious choice to embrace European values [3]. To push them away today and to reject them as non-Europeans would be a crime that would need to be explained by European leaders.
Notes
1. Grechko, A. A. Bitva za Kavkaz (Battle for the Caucasus), Moscow, Voenizdat, 1967. p. 86.
2. Committee of Foreign Affairs. A resolution of the European Parliament regarding relations between the Russian Federation and the European Union, February 24, 2004.
3. Data shows that close to 100,000 Chechens may live in Europe today, making them a powerful force free from Russia’s influence. Most diaspora communities live in Austria, Belgium, France, Germany and Poland.
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usually love mondays and am full of energy but today is just blah...
Got a job offer which was more like an humiliation than an offer. Well I don't worry, I will get another one :)
fact #7 I am from Iceland but for the last 8 years I have been living in Denmark and just recently moved to Norway. The Icelandic national song always make me cry and I think our flag is just so beautiful and fresh...there.. I probably feel a bit homesick today.
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