Nailed4
Spectator
Hi All,I know, I know. The title is long. It's the only way I could think of putting one there.
So...
How did you become interested in crucifixion and why did you want to experience one? Where did the idea come from?
Speaking for myself, I became interested in wanting to play Jesus in JCS and passion plays (one of which, I wrote as a teen and still thinking about whether or not posting) and other Biblical films. Also, it's also because I'm a Christian. So, I'm coming to it from an acting perspective.
Discuss...
Simpson.
I wrote this in a response to another members question of what interests me in crucifixion. i have wanted to respond to Simpson's question for a while. in response to both;
When I was very young, I saw a picture in a popular photo magazine of a man (in loin cloth) hanging on a cross and two women watching him. I had not been exposed to Christianity yet. Even at that age I liked pretty ladies and thought how embarrassing for the man. It has grown and haunted me ever since. How utterly humiliating, weather a warrior, cowardly deserter, criminal, slave or an unworthy suitor to be flogged, degraded, stumbling and falling, whipped and marched to the stipes. Overpowered, stripped and nailed to a cross in the presence of beautiful women, not interested in you, but flirting with the executioners, laughing at your nakedness, weakness, screams, writhing and pleas for mercy.
Perhaps she is just a woman in the crowd or an executioners wife, aroused anxious to bed her man who crucifies lesser men. An amazon, empress, princess, bored mistress having you crucified on her whim, her hatred or rejection of you for another, enhancing her eventual climax in having you crucified, her sadistic desire to humiliate you, for her entertainment, to enjoy her power over you before others.
Were you forced to your knees , stripped of of your loin cloth before her, ordered to grovel and beg her to spare you, emasculate and take you as a foot slave, anything but crucifixion? Might she be a beautiful petite empress seated on her throne, your cross laying at the foot of it. You an enemy warrior or a cowardly deserter of her military, made to crawl, flogged and naked before her, commanded to remove her sandals, allowed to plead and orally bathe her feet for her mercy for a time, basking before a crowd primarily of women, in your humiliation and her power before ordering her executioners to turn you on your back, as she places her lovely bare feet upon your upturned face, using it as her foot rest, muffling your pleas for her mercy and then your screams, as she orders you nailed slowly to her cross. she orders your cross raised for all to witness your naked writhing and screaming. no longer a man, but her conquest, her refuse. while you hang for days, beautiful women will walk by you, stare at you, your shame, your nakedness, your unworthiness of them or any woman, laugh at and ridicule you. then proceed home to their lovers.
Its all in the humiliation of being crucified in the presence of the gorgeous creatures we call women.
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