A man whose wrists are handcuffed behind his back stands with an erection as he is idly threatened with a firearm.
This photograph, sent in by Heliotrope and Zac, was a difficult picture for me to post here for a few reasons. I have some reservations about making this site a place that creates its own content because I want it to remain a mirror onto the rest of the Internet. That’s part of why this site doesn’t have comments: I’d rather conversations about the ideas expressed here spread to the furthest reaches of sexuality discourse instead of staying contained within this one domain. That’s also why I’ve never posted pictures of myself, as this photograph is, unless the photos were first published elsewhere.
It was also difficult to post this image in particular because it makes visible a lot about me, none of which is performative. The only inanimate object in this picture not intended for the scene itself is the garter around my right leg; I am not cross-dressing when I am wearing “girls’ clothes”. The handcuffs, rope, fake gun, and even the clothing Heliotrope is wearing (save her watch), are the parts of the picture that are dressed up, specifically brought out of our closets and toy boxes for play time. I feel like somehow the picture is almost too raw, too baring, too naked with the bit of everydayness the garter adds, and too unreal for others, too weird because of the fact that it’s the garter that adds the everydayness in the first place.
-maymay