I left the thread with my answer yesterday and then I went to sleep. Asher, I knew you will answer that

and I was thinking of possible answers while drowning into my bed; here it is...
In all my life, and because I've lived a life a bit adventurous when I was a young woman, I know what a man can do to a woman, for the sake of what he calls
love and that everybody's around would call
excessive jealousy. I also knew some prostitutes that were some of my neighbours and saw many times a herd of men "chasing" their preys (and god knows it's not easy to run with high heels - bad joke). I also know that some of the women are addicted to "love" and made them masochistic. Hopefully I never experienced that myself. What the hell do you think no woman unless stupid would accept a drink from a complete stranger? But what I don't know is
why are we so weak?*
From the point of view of these photographies, I'll made a statement, and I will be a bit
GROSS.
It all have to do with our inner fears...A woman has a inner fear of something, a man of something else. it's the same with people from different cultures, fears and blessings are different.
Lets's see the image:
When you think about Robert Mapplethorpe's image called the devil (or something like that).
As a woman I see a mad guy with a whip in is arsehole, which is a strange and probably painful way to play the devil.
My husband is unable to watch this image, he is just able to glance at it, and he is not prude...I asked to a friend of mine who is gay, and I asked him. He told me that this is a kind of picture that he expected to be shown in a pornography magazine, but it made him uncomfortable at some point. I saw that differently, for me it was not even sexual, for men it was. that's a difference.
I don't show the image but you will be able to find it quite easily.
*- I had another neighbour, old man, who always said that "why are we so weak?" - seeing all that violence. He never asked why are THEY so weak, he said WE. I knew later that he was Jewish but "retired" from the community. I never knew why he used to repeat this sentence from a personal situation or because he included himself in all the cowardice of the people around.