Men's anatomy is designed to make us look vulnerable & ridiculous
Is that what they mean by "intelligent design"?
Men's anatomy is designed to make us look vulnerable & ridiculous
Hm, not sure if I can follow you there. I don't think that a nice erect cock is looking vulnerable or ridiculous.Men's anatomy is designed to make us look vulnerable & ridiculous.
Man is obviously handicaped:
Phlebas, I hope you don't mind but as it's Saturday & not much to do I played around with your picture. I just wanted to see what would happen without the rather confusing buildings. The image you posted is too pixelated to make any more than a sketched idea. I really like your original (so did Carmencrux I remember!) I think it worth you doing some more work on it when you have time.
Nice work Dom. Can we see more suspension, more tension in those limbs/upper body?Now I'm crucified. This is the best time of my agony.My body naked and scourged is nailed to the cross, offered at the sight of everyone,in a terrible ordeal, but also in a sort of supreme enjoyment.My death throes began, alternating positions.Turn by turn, pushing my legs to relieve my hands, or stooping my knees , leaving me hanging by my arms,to relieve my feet. But in this case, this is my breathing that becomes difficult.I'm panting. My body writhes on the cross, in a kind of deadly dance.Joy and pleasure mingle with throbbing of my wounds.To try to breathe, I try to position my feet on the console, using the muscles in my legs.By doing this, the weight of my body rests on the nails through my feet, creating terrible suffering.So I get down, bending my legs trembling and stretching my arms,but these are the muscles in my shoulders and my chest to get tired.I then try to get up, but these maneuvers to try to breathe better, succeeded induce the cramps all my respiratory muscles, which are beginning to suffocate me, because the air entering my lungs, has trouble out again.All my muscles contract, one after the other, causing terrible cramps,coming up to my chest and shoulders and go down to my belly.On the cross, my sufferings are endless.Only the manner and intensity of my pain change with my positions.I breathe more and more evil. My movements, to try to escape the pain and suffocation, slow down.I feel my strength fails me...
You are cruel Phlebas!
But they are nice potential pictures that could be turned into outdoor manips with a crowd watching, as long as Dom doesn't mind that. Pity about the hood, I wish there was another way of concealing one's identity. Women don't seem quite so bothered by showing their faces.
Like I said, I readily accept the manipulation of my photos, but after the end of my story, in a few days.When it comes to crux I caste a wide net, but when it comes to the crunch some form of suspension is the real deal, and the purist cruxer in me says I want tension showing in that body and limbs. At the cost of being a bit stereotyped, women are grace, men are strength, and the crucified male body needs those muscles to show at their best. I ask the same of myself.
Dom, what's your position on being photomaniped?
No, you did not bother me! Your criticisms are welcome.Of course I'd wait till your story is finished Dom, maybe even then I would wait a good time for it to sink in with everyone.
I feel a bit guilty in writing so much during your story, I hope you don't think I am detracting from it with other subjects. Sorry if I have. I will keep quiet now.
and is he right?
No comment, Admi, I'm only agreeing and I don't make compare...and is he right?
No comment, Admi, I'm only agreeing and I don't make compare...