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Juan1234
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Forgive me if I’m retreading old ground here, but my mind is constantly searching for the essence of what makes female crucifixion so powerfully erotic. Here are some things I’ve thought of lately, for your enjoyment, and for discussion.
First, death seems to me a very private thing. Correct me if I’m applying my own feelings too broadly, but it seems we instinctively seek privacy at our time of death. We want to be surrounded by a few loved ones - God forbid we should die alone! But we don’t want to share our time of death with strangers, and certainly not the public. So even if we are dying comfortably in bed, we don’t want to do it in a stadium with thousands of eyes on us. How much worse to hang on a cross! As a person fights an extremely personal battle with death, even if fully clothed and not labeled as a criminal, it seems that the constant interaction and interruption of an audience would be... annoying at the very best, and probably at least a severe invasion of privacy, if not downright humiliating. Does anyone agree or disagree? (I’ll write about a couple more factors below.)
First, death seems to me a very private thing. Correct me if I’m applying my own feelings too broadly, but it seems we instinctively seek privacy at our time of death. We want to be surrounded by a few loved ones - God forbid we should die alone! But we don’t want to share our time of death with strangers, and certainly not the public. So even if we are dying comfortably in bed, we don’t want to do it in a stadium with thousands of eyes on us. How much worse to hang on a cross! As a person fights an extremely personal battle with death, even if fully clothed and not labeled as a criminal, it seems that the constant interaction and interruption of an audience would be... annoying at the very best, and probably at least a severe invasion of privacy, if not downright humiliating. Does anyone agree or disagree? (I’ll write about a couple more factors below.)