Aedile
Magistrate
When I think back to the origins of my interests in bondage, slavery, and execution (including crucifixion) as sexual fantasies, I inevitably trace it all back to one moment:
When I first saw Oola, Jabba the Hutt’s personal dancing girl in “Return of the Jedi”.
(Note: A parallel track stems from my Catholic schooling, during which I began wondering what it would be like to be, as a man, crucified naked, but that topic has been discussed elsewhere)
I was a newly-minted teenager when I first watched “Jedi”, and the depiction of a beautiful girl chained to a hideous master, clearly for his pleasure and definitely not hers, and ultimately discarded in a horrifying way, triggered...something...in my hormone-swamped brain.
I will use this thread to reflect on the depiction of Oola, what I find so erotic about her, and perhaps some more general musings on the character of Jabba the Hutt and his slave girls in general.
When I first saw Oola, Jabba the Hutt’s personal dancing girl in “Return of the Jedi”.
(Note: A parallel track stems from my Catholic schooling, during which I began wondering what it would be like to be, as a man, crucified naked, but that topic has been discussed elsewhere)
I was a newly-minted teenager when I first watched “Jedi”, and the depiction of a beautiful girl chained to a hideous master, clearly for his pleasure and definitely not hers, and ultimately discarded in a horrifying way, triggered...something...in my hormone-swamped brain.
I will use this thread to reflect on the depiction of Oola, what I find so erotic about her, and perhaps some more general musings on the character of Jabba the Hutt and his slave girls in general.