Treats for the Strange: human art

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Statue

Stunning objectification from the very talented Hikari Kesho. I want a little pillar like that so I can make my boy pose for me and be a statue. I love this stuff.

I'm watching "Dark Side of Porn--Does Snuff Exist" because...I felt like watching something and I have it, lol. And it occurred to me--isn't it natural that people would have a certain ('morbid') fascination with death? The old saying about death and taxes isn't entirely true--the only things that are absolutely certain in life (at least for humans), the only things that are without a doubt going to happen, are birth and death. It's ok to show birth in grade 8 classes, but death is this huge hush-hush taboo thing. I'm not saying that we should be killing people on film for the education of pre-teens, but I think that a video of cool, calm trip through an actual morgue, with no pretty CSI-esque actors or fancy camera angles would be ok, if not a good thing. Why hide death? Why make it scary? It's going to happen to us all, so why hide it? No, don't revel in it or glorify it, just tell it like it is.

I recently had a discussion with friends about death. One of them was saying that life used to be cheaper, but the other one (and I) didn't agree. There are places where human life is still extremely cheap--there are people in 'civilized countries' who consider human life to be very cheap. It wasn't that life was cheap, it was that death wasn't hidden. You could walk down a street and see corpses (you still can in some places, but they get cleaned up more quickly and there's a system in place to deal with them). My point was that more people are now considered human. People could walk by those corpses in the street because they were the poor, they were trash, they were sub-human. It's become less and less acceptable to have that attitude, and it's able to be applied to fewer and fewer people. I'm not saying that we should go back to the bad old days where people died all the time and it wasn't an individual tragedy every time because...people died all the time. If you grieved that deeply for everyone you knew who had died, you could never get on with your life. I heard once that humans only truly grieve for about fifteen people, because that's the size of family groups our ancestors had. If you whipped through those before you were out of childhood, you'd be a pretty emotionless adult! Maybe it was different. Maybe they really were able to go, "Nuts, lost another baby! Let's get makin' another!" I don't know.

But now we've almost become the opposite. We've become obsessed with living. Not with being alive, just with living--for making our hearts pump blood for as long as possible. We stuff our old people in homes, fill them with tubes, so they can last that extra month. And in some cases it's a great thing, because they'll recover or they'll get to see their grandkids that one last time. But at what point does quantity of life outweigh quality? At one point do we become so obsessed with a state of not-dying that we're not actually living? How much do we miss out on because of fear?

One thing I've always found fascinating is post-mortem photography. Seriously. Check it out. These are just portraits of people who just happen to be dead. And that's my point. Why can't we have memorials like this, show things like this to our children? They shouldn't live their lives in fear of death, they should live their lives...and know that they will die someday.

My point is, it's going to happen if you're in denial or not.

So I don't think that people who watch accidents are morbid freaks, or people who watch Faces of Death or even horror movies. In many ways, modern society has taken away our ability to watch the natural world. How many of us have even seen a chicken being slaughtered? But that's where we came from. I would be more worried if people weren't curious. I'm not saying that we should traumatize people--when I was nine or so, my mother decided that we could only continue eating meat if we either a) went to a slaughter house or b) killed a rabbit. Luckily we didn't. But if someone makes a choice to explore their natural world, to learn more about something that will happen to them, to someone they love (to everyone they love, given enough time) why do we now look at them like they're perverse? We have lost our connection to ourselves, to the cycles that created us that we are still very much a part of. We stuff our dying into hospitals (I don't mean people that we're trying to save. I mean terminal cancer patients, people who are not walking away). Wouldn't they rather die at home, surrounded by loved ones? I know I would. But we might upset someone. We can't bring death home with us.

I recently re-read Neil Gaiman's brilliant Sandman series. My favorite character has always been Death, I've had a huge crush on her since the very first. I'm sure that says more about me than anything, but I was also very impressed by his concept of the Necropolis, a whole realm or dimension of undertakers. They spend their lives surrounded by death, but they learn to respect it and not let it become a job, while not having it bother them.

My point? I don't know if I have one. If I do, it's this: we are part of the cycle of birth and death. We cannot foreseeably remove ourselves from it, and an insistence on doing so just causes friction.

Listening to: Mein Teil by Rammstein

an object

Some lovely objectification from George Pitts. Enjoy!

Chessplay

Yes, yes, yes.

From Not Jes.

Candelabra

An absolutely gorgeous scene from Learning the Ropes. She makes a lovely candle holder and the rope bondage is wonderful. This is a great idea for a typical thursday night. :D

Human sink

I'm not sure what medium this was drawn with, but it is gorgeous. I would want a sink like that. It's beautiful objectification of the human body.

Though personally I'd rather the 'man' not be wearing pants. This is still beautiful and I would pay a great deal of money for a sink like this.

From planet damage.

Boy in a bottle

Boy in a bottle, by artastic avenjer. Objectification, unusual bondage and a pretty nude model. Yum.

New furniture

Heehee, so cute.

The link I have for this is Trend Hunter. Who knew that objectification was so trendy?

Statuesque

A beautiful, naked woman holding a lily on a short pillar. She's a beautiful statue, don't you think? This is a gorgeous representation of objectification.

The photographer is Hikari Kesho.

End table

Sometimes I wonder if this is my strangest kink. I'm into some unusual things, but sometimes I look through my objectification pictures and I think 'how on earth does this get me going?'. But it does and I hope it continues to.

Two girls tied together to make an end table for drinks from Decorative girls.

Flexible

Another flexible bondage gem from Curiocabinet. What really makes me happy about this piece is that, though they're mirrored, the bondage is different on both of them. Beautiful body art.

Office chair

Some interesting objectification from House of Gord.

Too bad about the placement of the watermark. Still, definitely worth sharing.

Human lounge

A lovely photo from Craig Morey. Delicious models and some objectification. I would love to make a sculpture like that, a handsome boy made into a lounge or bench. That's going on my bucket list.

Candle holder

Awesome. Not sure why there are so many chains about, but I can't complain! Also, bearded bondage model! Why are they so tough to find? It's so often femme boys or women. If I had a beard I would start a beard revolution. As it is... I will post more pictures of bearded models, heh.

This is from Abort Magazine.