yesterday. last night. i followed a whim.
even though everything inside me is turning inward. i decided to try to reflect out. to be the courageous confident kid that sometimes lives inside me. when its not all overwhelmed by self doubt and over analysing.
i took up an offer to help with a photo shoot. turned up on the doorstep of a house id never been to with people id never met. i met a whole group of people immediately, while my virgin bike legs still wobbled from the ride. i was offered west coast wine coolers, a drink i have never had before but that tastes just like passiona, and drunk quickly trying to break my nerves.
i feel like the woman who had invited me over had read me well. or maybe just didnt even care. but i felt comfortable sitting amongst a pile of fetish outfits on the couch. talking about strap-ons and coming up with ideas and poses for the photos we were going to take.
i love being a photographer. i love porn. i love taking photos of amazingly diverse bodies and genders and sexualites. everyone so uniquely divinely sexy. beautiful.
i love the art of intimacy, trust. the intuition of finding a comfortable space to share with someone during an experience, creeping beyond the walls of self guard to find inner truths. vulnerablity. all this makes me feel so alive. precious.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
<3
ReplyDelete