Looks like someone tied their male slave to a tree and wandered off.
For ten years I was an only child. And even after the birth of my sister my mother regarded my happiness and ultimate outcome as the center of her life. That had good and bad consequences that I won’t talk about here.
The idea of being tied up and then (temporarily) deserted reaches deep down into my brain. How frightening to be deserted. Alone. How hungry you would be for the one who left you there. How grateful when she or he returned.
It is the intensification of gratitude that draws me most strongly in concieving of certain scenarios. I crave to feel thankful. As thankful as I was to the momma who would never ever stopped feeling that whatever I did wrong I was still the most important thing in the universe.
The visually inclined may not that this bound young man offers ample space for CBT. Lots and lots of clothespins are indicated.
The young man’s name: Robert Cooper. The images were published in 1981.
Originally posted 2013-07-01 13:34:55.