How about a refreshing glass of sparkling cyanide?

‘sabout right.

psydoctor8:

Check it out: The first neurobiological model for third-party punishment

Here’s a a very recent update to my last post on the Neurobiology of Punishment by Joshua W Buckholtz and René Marois, breaking down the events that take place in the brain when asked to make decisions regarding punishment. Of the five processes you have the frontal cortex (higher mental functions) the amygdala (emotional responses) and the intraparietal sulcus and temporal-parietal junction (interpreting the intent of others, thoery of mind).

In the modern criminal justice system, judges and jury members – impartial third-party decision-makers – are tasked to evaluate the severity of a criminal act, the mental state of the accused and the amount of harm done, and then integrate these evaluations with the applicable legal codes and select the most appropriate punishment from available options. (…) 

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  One of the key take aways is that:

..it’s assumed legal decision-making is purely based on rational thinking, research suggests that much of the motivation for punishing is driven by negative emotional responses to the harm. This signal appears to be generated in the amygdala, causing people to factor in their emotional state when making decisions instead of making solely factual judgments.

Getting ahead of ourselves: glossy brain porn v. emotion  

What happens if the jury is presented with neuroscientific evidence suggesting what may have caused the accused to offend, e.g., a brain scan showing a tumor? This may challenge the negative emotional response since it’s been reported that this type of evidence is so seductive to juries. >law & order, donk donk<

Article here.

[Img: Parts of the brain involved in third party punishment. (Rene Marois, Deborah Brewington/Vanderbilt University)]

oh. my god.

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thatawkwardwhiteguy:

As soon as I am of legal drinking age, this is the first drinking game I’ll play.

Oh goodness.  I did this the other day.  Within the first 20 minutes I was already gone, and all that had happened so far was “close-up of the ring” over… and over… and over again.  Hahahaha.  I didn’t make it through the whole movie… x.x

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Mmm….

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magnolius:

a few pieces by Tokyo based artist Joji Kojima

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nickdrake:

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

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voxamberlynn:

hotm0ds:

opressed:

 decomposing elk that froze to death after becoming stuck in ice 

Really sad, but also insanely interesting.

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I’ve discovered something interesting about myself tonight that I didn’t fully realize before.

FEAR is my #1 biggest turn-on.  The thing that gets me off about BDSM is not the pain, not the bondage, not the subservience, but FEAR of pain, FEAR of punishment, FEAR of being unable to protect oneself from harm.  I thought I loved the pain, the bondage, the domination, but I’ve realized that they are all secondary, and the thing that they all have in common is their connection to that base primal psychological emotion.  FEAR.

This realization came to me after watching this video.  I have never seen a movie that had me so intensely aroused at such a deep level for so long.  I watched beginning to end, all forty minutes of it, and I came so many times I lost count—and that for me is significant, because usually once or twice and I’m done, and suddenly the movie is no longer interesting.  And why?  This. Is not.  Faked.  There’s not a chance in hell those screams, those tears, and those orgasms aren’t real; the greatest actors in the world couldn’t convince me of that, and believe me… porn actors would definitely not be lumped into the “greatest actors in the world” category.

So yeah, it’s not faked, and so initially I appreciated its rawness.  I liked seeing the powerplay of the dom reaching the sub’s limit and just baaarely nudging her past it before letting go.  There was a certain affection between them that caught me.  Which is odd for porn.

But after 40 minutes had gone by and I hadn’t been able to stop plateauing and climaxing without the significant dip in arousal that’s supposed to happen after climax for the preceeding 20, I… there had to be more.  And then it dawned on me: what was the biggest, most prevailing element of the whole movie?  Psychological torture.  FEAR.

See how he scares her by pretending to put hot sauce on her ass and legs so that she spends the next several minutes in absolute terror of the pain she thinks is going to happen?  Mmpff.

So… what’s going on in my head then that makes that so erotic?

I think it has something to do with my growing up in absolute terror of my dad.  I was a bad kid, and I got punished a lot.  He’d tell me, “don’t do that or you will be punished,” and I’d go and do it anyway without any regard for the consequences even though I knew he was always true to his word.  I still don’t fully understand why, if I was terrified of my father (he wasn’t above using his brute strength to literally hurl me across the room; by the way, being tossed around is now a turn-on of mine… connection?), why did I keep doing things that I knew would get me in trouble?

Maybe I’ve been attracted to fear my whole life.  It was always a thrill, that adrenaline rush just before you were about to get whooped.  That “am I in trouble? did he notice? is he gonna do it? oh, oh shit, I’m in trouble!” tingly feeling, when you can’t stop grinning from nervousness and anticipation even though you’re being told to wipe the stupid grin off your face before it gets smacked off.  I would sometimes smile just before getting an ass-whooping, and then I’d be terrified that if he saw me smiling he would hit me harder.

…who am I?