Would someone please tell me what this lotus pod breast thing is (using gentle terms) I’d like to know, but you all have me too scared to go to the link.
Somebody photoshopped/merged, some breats with a couple of seed pods, and then claimed it was caused by an infestation of grubs in some real breats.
It’s an image of a woman’s breast where the nipple has been infested with larvae. Even though it’s actually photoshopped “art” piece that used a lotus flower pod as the model for the larvae poking their heads out of the skin, a) it’s utterly disgusting to look at and imagine anyway, and b) some sicko made up a story about the infestation, that’s been doing the rounds on email, together with the picture.
Ah, thanks. It is amazing the yukky stuff people dream up. The real stuff is even worse, though. When I was a kid, my mom found some moth cocoons, can’t remember the name of them, but large moths. We brought them inside to watch them hatch out. One of them had been implanted by a parasitic wasp. Long after it dies it abdomen was still writ:::thud:::
The lotus pod breast is also pretty much the one single thing I wish I had never seen, for weeks after I first saw it, the image would pop into my mind and make me feel sick. Gawd it’s horrible.
For those who have not seen it yet, trust me - you don’t want to.
I haven’t seen most of these things before this thread. Could I stop at one? No. Two? No. I had to go see every awful thing mentioned. Why? I kept thinking “Okay. Calm down. Nothing, nothing could be worse than what you just saw. Impossible.”
Anything is possible. Dear Og I believe. I won’t sleep tonight. I might borrow my mother’s rosary and pray to be cleansed. I’m not even Catholic…
curls up in a corner, hugging knees and retching
There was one of the BBC science surveys that measures you “level of Disgust.” At the end, they tell you that the theory is that the things that gross you out the most are the things that you identify (subconciously or otherwise) as being “diseased.”
So for example, if there were three bowls, one with opaque blue liquid, one with opaque yellow liquid and one with opaque red liquid, you would find the blue the least gross (because it’s has the least visual indictors that would set of your “Ack, disease!” alarm), the red would disgust you a bit (because you might think “injury” but someone else’s injury isn’t all that threatening to you), and the yellow one would gross you right out because it draws the strongest parallel to disease and infection and poses the greatest threat to you.
So while Goatse is gross, it pales in comparisson the the “lotus pod breast” which triggers our primordial oogy-oogy-ick-ick self-preservation from disease instinct to recoil, recoil, recoil! The image is so masterfully done too that the pods look “hatchable” or somehting. Definitely something that would set-off a visceral “yuck!” instinct.
My oogy factor was not pegged by the lotus pod breast. I think I immediately thought “Photoshop” because no woman in her right mind would be calmly holding her breast with bugs in it for someone to take a picture.
is it too late to ask a moderator to add a ‘TMI’ into the title? (as if the self explanatory title, the words ‘goatsie and tubgirl’ and the many cries of warnings’ not enough. )
on retrospect, i should have known that it might be impossible not to open the box if you know its there… ^^; so i apologise for any distress caused by my post…
it’s obviously fake, but that changes nothing, nothing!
Eh. My mind suppresses disturbing images, or at least the feelings surrounding them. I saw the lotus pod breast, freaked out about it for 5 minutes, then stopped. I can see it again now without feeling any disgust or revulsion, and I have no problem with it.
That isn’t to say that I’m not totally and utterly grossed out by every one of these things the FIRST time I see them, though.
The “Maggot Brain” pic that is linked to the “Lotus Pod Breast” is worse - and it is real. :eek:
Thing I wish to expunge from memory - the time (I was six or seven years old) my dad shot a porkupine in the crawlspace under our cottage, was to big to get it out, came back with me a week later, made me go under and retrieve the corpse.
Snagging a dead porkupine with a metal hook, in an enclosed space, when it was writhing with maggots and buzzing with flies, engaged all of my phobias at once - fear of sharp things (quills), fear of enclosed spaces, maggots, stink of death. 
I had nightmares about it, a bit.
I was watching 2 year old barrier trials, standing down on the fence near the finish line when one of the horses snapped a cannon bone. It sounded like a gunshot and the horse pulled about about 10 metres from me with it’s lower leg dangling as it hobbled about. Unforgettably horrible.
And then George W Bush …sorry but I figured someone would take the opportunity.
Lotus pod breast didn’t do it for me (harlequin foetus definitely does though). Aain, obviously fake photo, unbeilevable story, just not icky.
But I have a whole bunch of medical textbooks that I have to read, and it’s always the deformed foetuses that upst me, never the picture of the guy with his arm hanging on by a thread after an accident with a saw.
Lobsang, you should LISTEN TO ADVICE!
:eek: :dubious:
Actually I had to follow the link again. to read what I had bypassed - the true/false rating. I’m glad it’s false. I can actually look at the image quite easily now, knowing it’s just a photoshop…
… but then I followed the maggots link.
Some of the stuff on ‘Life of Grime’ (narrated by the late John Peel) is difficult to look at. Not so much icky as sad. Like the old guy who lost is wife (and with her his hygeine) eating fried egg with a spoon caked in never-washed old dirt. And the woman in the small council flat with like 12 dogs living with her, crapping and pissing everywhere.
Mods, if you have a spare moment add a ‘TMI’ to the title (although I think the title as it is serves as a common-sense warning)
I’ve seen the picture of the “maggot” breast before, but even when I saw it the first time it didn’t freak me out. My first thought was actually, “Gee, you know that really looks like those lotus plants we have in the sun room.” Now the harlequin fetus really freaked me out since it was real. I foolishly followed a link from this site to it, no less. Whoever posted it owes me a year supply of brain scrub.
Actually, I probably owe it to myself for following it.
Actually I think someone has some brain-bleach left over from the thread about tasting one’s own sperm.
There are two things I would wipe:
- Growing up under the abuse of an alcoholic father.
- Being raped by a guy down the street that broke into our house when I was 17.
Yup. Life would probably be a lot nicer if I didn’t have those memories popping up now and then.
sighs
Someone cooked and tasted their own sperm, you say? I can’t imagine why anyone would do that. Mangeorge, that just seems silly to me. <nodnodnodnodnod> 
Seriously, I’m glad I skipped the lotus breast thingy, and that I never looked at the maggot brain pics. Though the stories are bad enough, without the pics.
Still, I’d rather scrub and wash a few humiliating episodes (None of which I plan to get into here, sorry.) than a few unpleasant images.