Haven't you started puberty?" Colossal breasted, hard looking women; coquettish, severely bleached blondes, seductive fiery redheads and beguiling brunettes with extensively lacquered hair teased into severity, clownish eye shadows in blues and purples, heavily-applied brick-shaded lipstick, nothing natural here . . . . no blush without an applicator. Staring on those garage walls and ceiling, I see hordes of them smiling flirtatiously, enjoying your gaze, beckoning their appreciative audience to return their stare, to grow hard and excited from gazing lecherously at their physiques.. Objectified women wearing little else but their ruby-red smiles, heavy eye shadow, false finger nails, spike heels. Subjugated women touching themselves, fingers on erect nipples, their breasts shoved uncomfortably together by their own slick palms, legs spread wide, fingers holding shaved vaginas open, Close-ups of clitorises exposed, red as raw meat. 1  "This is what you're good for. Take a look at those big tits, those girls' great pussies--that part of girls bodies is all that matters about them, about you." Gazing at these women's beguiling eyes, they beckon me to appreciate and crave such raw nudity, they ask me to feel one with them, instead I felt something wrong, I felt pain, and shame at the poses they struck. He took visitors to his shrine of women objectified. Ushered in guests, Offered drinks and chairs, It was a social place where men, boys had private discussions, women, girls avoided.  "Come on into the garage. I've got something to show you." Unpleasant kisses and hugs lingered . . . He, poser of painful questions, possessor of hands that hung around. . . . violated a young girl's boundaries, no thought to the harm he inflicted, those mental burdens forever etched onto our brains, the fear and pain which resulted never goes away, even when we allow ourselves anger.  "Has he had his hand down your pants yet? Are you still a virgin?" No one stopped him-- silence and secrecy, his protection. Years later, he had grandchildren . . . . two girls. Pornographic pictures removed, his daughter-in-law insisted. Objectified women pulled from garage walls by his brothers, sister, and spouses rather than him. An all day affair. Why didn't those pictures get ripped down for me? Mom said, when asked, "Times change."  |