"It's A Gift . . . Not To Be Taken"
October, 2002, Digital picture with photoshop
The idea of males getting butt-raped by other males has always been an interest of mine because it involves such intense ideas of power and humiliation. In many cases it is a horribly cruel thing to do, and just the idea of the brutal invasiveness and total disregard for another man's dignity makes me wince and puts chills down my spine. I've read stories of how soldiers on the battlefields throughout history would anally rape their enemies after incapacitating them to further exacerbate their foe's feelings of embarassment and loss of dignity. I have often walked the streets of big cities, carefully looking around me and wondering if a vicious male butt-rapist would jump out of an alley, or jump out of a trash can, to stick his cock inside me to humiliate me while having no interest at all in my wallet. The thought of actually being a "butt-rapist of men" doesn't arouse me in the least. I actually detest real-life, physical literal violence in any form. What male butt-rape does is interest me intellectually and artistically as an idea concerning human experience because of the emotional intensity, albeit negative and cruel, that is attached to it. I have often used the images of males butt-fucking and raping one another as a symbol for certain cosmological processes which are difficult to articulate in words, or as a simple figurative device denoting a certain entity's defeat or failure.
Anyway, this little image here is supposed to sort of document the "before and after" effects of a young vibrant male after he has been butt-raped. At first he is very vibrant and happy. After being butt-raped, well, not so much . . . . . . .
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