It is UNIQUE.
As for me, it was a way to scare the be-jesus out of me. I've been constantly horrified that my family and freinds in the Christian religion worship such a bloody almost vampiric image of a guy on a cross. Ever since I was young - this image, to me did not represent divinity, it represented cruelty and submission to cruelty. So at a young age, I have it written down somewhere... around 12-14 years old - I began spitting out the bread at mass and then started doing you-know-what to images of crucifixions. I was not a fan of this submissive cult. But ah! This helped me distance myself from the supposed sacredness of the image, and soon after I found out what in fact an "atheist" was - that was a term I had never heard of nor been introduced to until I started listening to punk rock music.
So from a young age I've been disgusted by the notion of one being bound to circumstances one can no longer resist. Now, I derive pleasure from a situation where a person willingly puts ones self into a binding situation... ironic. I think the desire and the ability to put ones self into and get ones self out of these situations - physically and metaphorically - is a great pretense to this crux fetish of mine. Now the cross is simply a "turn on" - possibly a remnant of my past. But the whole bloody serious edge has been worn down and dull. There's a lot of carnage and blood and misery going on in the world today - stuff I am still horrified of, stuff that keeps me awake at night - school shootings, the tragic situation of the civilians caught in the cross fire of Isreal and the Palestinian militants, Iraq, Sudan, domestic abuse - none of these things are "turn ons" - they are chilling like lightning strikes in my conscience...
So how can I turn away from all of that and look at these girls on crosses and get all hard? Well - as I said, I have a previous history with the cross that I was introduced to far before I learned of Gaza for instance. On the other hand - I do feel awful, and terribly sympathetic to the suffering of people worldwide. I think being so close to suffering as a fetish has let me imagine what terrible suffering is still going on in the world today... but again, without being turned on by it!
It is still a sharp edge after all!
To that extent, I do love this fetish with a conscience. The cross no longer represents simply barbaric abuse of human beings. It seems to reflect the option to be bound to a situation... just for the fun of it. And with all of the terror and drama of the real world, all of these things that make one want to turn off the news forever and just ignore it all and hope it will go away - I am able to resist that urge to be apethetic and uncaring (in other words, I'm not afraid to criticize the policies of corrupt governments, as I am not afraid to talk politics with friends and family), as long as I get 10 or 15 minutes a day to let out my frustration in a somewhat spiritual/sensual way.
So - fetishist with a hyperactive conscience - that's me.
Definitely UNIQUE.
BTW - the newly posted video caled "Looking For Love In All The Wrong Place(s)" is very encouraging - it makes me want to actually try one of these crux scenes out. As if I'd ever be able to find a female strange enough and willing enough to try it out with me. Though my policy still stands of, "Anything I do to you, you can do to me - if you want." That "...if you want." part is most important it seems. There doesn't seem to be any room for hesitation in the bondage game... I don't know, I've never had any very good experiences, nor any for that matter.