Hammerlock
Executioner
As for me, I grew up Catholic and had the images of a crucified Jesus rammed down my throat for many years. Even when young, though, I couldn't help but be curious about the scene--Jesus, after all, seemed to be loitering languidly on the cross, perched on his little footrest,
seemingly oblivious to the nails in his hands and feet; how could this possibly be a fatal experience? And why was he wearing a loincloth, but nothing else? Even the crown of thorns didn't seem to be causing him any problems.
I don't know why I was so curious about it--probably because the nuns harped about it so much--but as I grew older I began studying other sources of crucifixion literature and soon realized that the images in the church were, to say the least, highly sanitized and didn't reflect reality. I began wondering what it must be like to be crucified the "right" way, and, incidentally, why would one be allowed to wear a loincloth on the cross if the goal was utter humiliation? Wouldn't total nudity serve that purpose better?
As the teen hormones began kicking in, I realized that I really got off on the idea of crucified nude women. The more I studied the subject, the more fascinated I became, and it was just a matter of time until I started experimenting with self-crucifixion and putting my art skills to work depicting naked women suffering on the cross.
Don't get me wrong: I'm a fifty-five-year-old heterosexual male, with absolutely no interest in ever really hurting anyone this way--I wouldn't harm a moth that flitters about my room at night. But the concept of being nailed to a cross, totally nude, struggling to find a modicum of comfort, aware that people are staring at my naked body, unable to get down, totally at the mercy of those who put me up there--what a rush! And watching a nude woman struggling likewise, her smooth hairless body covered in a sheen of sweat, her breasts jiggling with that motion that only breasts have--oh, man,
I'm in seventh heaven!
When I was in my forties, I lived briefly in California and made the acquaintance of a millionaire who shared the same passions and had organized a "crucifixion club," whose members took turns crucifying others and being crucified. We also experimented with burning at the stake, which sounds more horrendous than it actually was--he had many assistants who made sure things didn't get out of control, and the whole thing was set up using movie techniques and props. It was an intense experience, but no one ever got hurt that I'm aware of--although we all did get extremely uncomfortable at times.
Sadly, he died of natural causes later--he was in his late sixties--his club disbanded, and I moved back to Northern Lower Michigan, where I've continued my self-crucifixions on a solo basis, a practice I continue to do to this day. As an active weightlifter, I'm still in pretty good shape for my age, so I don't think anyone would be repulsed at seeing me on the cross.
I've recently recovered from a scary bout with colon cancer that involved surgery and chemo, but I'm doing better now, and with the return of summer I plan to stage quite a few more crucifixions out in my favorite woods. One thing about cancer, it does get you thinking about the future and the unpredictability of life, and I'm determined to get more active in the things I enjoy--sailing, camping, backpacking, kayaking, bicycling, and, yes, crucifixion. I would like to someday participate again in "social" crucifixions, but I'm not aware of anyone else in my area who shares this passion.
I was really astounded and happy to find the crucifixion sites here on the internet, and happy to discover that many others out there share my interests. There's nothing wrong with our passions, and we're not freaks or perverts--we're sane people exploring a facet of sexuality that appeals to us. Other people do a lot worse things than we do.
Let me hear from you, people!
seemingly oblivious to the nails in his hands and feet; how could this possibly be a fatal experience? And why was he wearing a loincloth, but nothing else? Even the crown of thorns didn't seem to be causing him any problems.
I don't know why I was so curious about it--probably because the nuns harped about it so much--but as I grew older I began studying other sources of crucifixion literature and soon realized that the images in the church were, to say the least, highly sanitized and didn't reflect reality. I began wondering what it must be like to be crucified the "right" way, and, incidentally, why would one be allowed to wear a loincloth on the cross if the goal was utter humiliation? Wouldn't total nudity serve that purpose better?
As the teen hormones began kicking in, I realized that I really got off on the idea of crucified nude women. The more I studied the subject, the more fascinated I became, and it was just a matter of time until I started experimenting with self-crucifixion and putting my art skills to work depicting naked women suffering on the cross.
Don't get me wrong: I'm a fifty-five-year-old heterosexual male, with absolutely no interest in ever really hurting anyone this way--I wouldn't harm a moth that flitters about my room at night. But the concept of being nailed to a cross, totally nude, struggling to find a modicum of comfort, aware that people are staring at my naked body, unable to get down, totally at the mercy of those who put me up there--what a rush! And watching a nude woman struggling likewise, her smooth hairless body covered in a sheen of sweat, her breasts jiggling with that motion that only breasts have--oh, man,
I'm in seventh heaven!
When I was in my forties, I lived briefly in California and made the acquaintance of a millionaire who shared the same passions and had organized a "crucifixion club," whose members took turns crucifying others and being crucified. We also experimented with burning at the stake, which sounds more horrendous than it actually was--he had many assistants who made sure things didn't get out of control, and the whole thing was set up using movie techniques and props. It was an intense experience, but no one ever got hurt that I'm aware of--although we all did get extremely uncomfortable at times.
Sadly, he died of natural causes later--he was in his late sixties--his club disbanded, and I moved back to Northern Lower Michigan, where I've continued my self-crucifixions on a solo basis, a practice I continue to do to this day. As an active weightlifter, I'm still in pretty good shape for my age, so I don't think anyone would be repulsed at seeing me on the cross.
I've recently recovered from a scary bout with colon cancer that involved surgery and chemo, but I'm doing better now, and with the return of summer I plan to stage quite a few more crucifixions out in my favorite woods. One thing about cancer, it does get you thinking about the future and the unpredictability of life, and I'm determined to get more active in the things I enjoy--sailing, camping, backpacking, kayaking, bicycling, and, yes, crucifixion. I would like to someday participate again in "social" crucifixions, but I'm not aware of anyone else in my area who shares this passion.
I was really astounded and happy to find the crucifixion sites here on the internet, and happy to discover that many others out there share my interests. There's nothing wrong with our passions, and we're not freaks or perverts--we're sane people exploring a facet of sexuality that appeals to us. Other people do a lot worse things than we do.
Let me hear from you, people!