Twenty years old, you say? Timeless!
Thank you Lox, I hope it will be an interesting journey.
Crux was not on Yahoo at the time, I think it was on a forum called egroups, which was bought by Yahoo some little time after this. It was a small group, I think still under 1000 members at this time in mid 2000.
These manips were laborious to produce, but the lovely Heat* took pity on me and gave me a copy of PSP 5, which did layers. This made a very big difference to me, and you see an immediate change in my output over the following months.
* Sweet Child of Hungry Heat
ph006 already more photo real than what had come before
ph007 my most ambitious effort to date, with modifications to the body and limbs, nails and urination. This was inspired by a wonderful poem by Dr Mabuse, which I haven't been able to find for this post.
ph008 for this one I wrote a mini story, an extended caption, which was my first effort in a literary direction
The bones of this were composed on a tube platform in London, and it's posted below
ph009 another male pic, a study in potential, that makes 20% of my first 10 pictures. At this time in 2000 almost no one was posting male crux or manips in the Crux group, you had to go over to Crucim to see male crux, but Crucim was rather narrow in its focus, being dedicated primarily to crux from a gay perspective, with a ban on women even appearing in male crux pictures. I fought for years to get more appreciation of male crux in Crux/Crux Foundatio/Crux Forums - I think we have finally got there.
ph010 this one was for the Crux group birthday in September 2000, do you recognise the lady in front? I still wasn't putting the year or file name on the pictures at this point.
The story for ph008
Now there would be one fewer in the world.
Grim dealt such an end to every christian he encountered. Many even welcomed it! A strange people, he had no stomach for these followers of the White Christ. Weak and stupid, theirs was no religion for a warrior, no, and he had no wish to see his people twisted by it.
Look at this one, upon the agony wood. Too thin for his liking, chest heaving, legs quivering, young juices flowing in her death passion. Blood and water, life and death. Even her secret places are moist with excitement, though she shrank from his touch when he examined her. Now her final intimacy would be with this rough stake under the cold sky.
Stupid girl, she would soon follow her Christ in this undignified death. A waste. He could have used her around the farmstead, and doubtless she would have served to warm his bed in winter, but no, impossible for such as she.
It is said that one eyed Odin, Grim's patron among the gods, once found wisdom on a tree. Perhaps this one, who had chosen to look to the south for her guidance, would also find wisdom before the end.
No matter to him. Gather the booty, and away home.