I came across that at the Record Library my Dad ran for his firm.
I'm not sure how old I was - 9? 10? but it had an immediate and visceral impact on me. It shut my systems down completely. I more or less reeled outside and thought I was going to be sick. I felt disgusted and somehow violated, although I wouldn't have been able to articulate that at the time.
I must have recognised the erotic suggestion, and it was that coupled with food-stuff that revolted me to my absolute core.
I felt the same years later when I first saw some of Dali's work.
I'm certainly glad nothing seems to be able to hurt me in that way now. But it does make me wonder whether growing up is simply a de-sensitising process, or whether we learn to differentiate between real threats and prurient shock.
|