Just another day in the office.
Office of course being the three floor dungeon I visit to have the sense smacked out of me by paying clients.
Just another day in the office.
Office of course being the three floor dungeon I visit to have the sense smacked out of me by paying clients.
Anonymous asked: Love the feet pic,.. I could spend hours playing with your feet. Hope you have a summer as depraved as you wish, keep those shots coming. ;-)
Ha. In that set I requested that that photographer take a lot of feet pictures. I have more so keep checking back. I have plenty of ideas yet to manifest. There is much left to sate.
And thank you! It’s sweet of you to say. My feet say thanks. Fingers crossed about the summer…
Tumblr is not my platform to politicise or preach. I have other platforms for that. This tumblr is a place for me to share what I do and who I am. Other people’s arguments can be spoken for by other people, and I spend enough time off the internet defending my cause.
That being said, I wanted to reblog two issues important to me. Body image and sexuality. There’s always more to say about it, but I won’t wax lyrical. It’s easier for me to reblog other people than have another space on the internet for me to debate. If you want to know what I think, just ask and I’ll be more than happy to answer. Until then, I’ll keep with the naked shots and stories about what I get up to in various dungeons, bedrooms and nightclubs.
Oh God, this summer is going to be my most depraved yet. I cannot wait.
I know this may sound funny coming from a promiscuous guy who makes a living taking photos of naked girls but to some degree I consider myself a feminist. In fact shooting girls has made me a bigger one. Having read the shitty comments and heard stories from girls who got tormented by people after…
Fill your blog with your own face
Show off your arms, thighs, ass, shoulders
Make pages and pages of your own teeth and hair
Dedicate space to loving the cracks in your lips and the chewed parts of your fingers
And if you are called vain, then you have succeeded
In getting others to notice
How fucking beautiful and important you are
preach
I hear people talk about self indulgency as if it’s a bad thing. If you don’t let yourself be heard, why should anyone else? If you don’t think you’re important and beautiful with battles worth fighting for, why should anyone else?
People have double standard ideals of what is acceptable in reference to their image being in photographs. From what I can see it’s not vain to have someone else take your photo, but it is vain to take your own. It’s also vain to have someone take your photo in a context dedicated to that circumstance (for instance a studio, but not necessarily so), but not vain to be out and have someone who happens to have a camera there take your photo. Maybe those are the rules, I don’t really care very much. I post up a lot of my photos on facebook and I’ve been told it’s self-indulgent and narcissistic to do so. It defies logic and goes against the definition of what I understand a social networking site to be about.
People do not make much sense to me. I love self portraits, of myself and especially of other people. I find it amazing to see how people want themselves to be captured, how they pose and where they look when it’s themselves with the camera.
Just answer me this:
Why are so many self portraits done in bathrooms? That, I do not get.
The knife was real, and though it put up a bit of a fight, I got it in eventually with the aid of lubricant and poppers. Arbernaut’s attempt to cut my cunt to ribbons was thwarted. But well played, sir. And well captured.
+ Tickets booked for Berlin in July. Partying at Berghain. If any photographers want to work with me in Berlin in July, message me. I may not be free this time but I’ll always be back.
+ Tickets booked for Torture Garden in E-burg in June. Second visit to the Scotch incarnation of TG and I’m taking a vanilla boy along for the ride. Some of my favourite people on the planet will be going and I have a feeling that this time I may burst out crying with happiness (and nothing at all to do with chemically assisted oxytocin release). I have my outfit, my recreation material and my hotel room sorted. Bring on the debauchery.
+ A favourite academic of mine had asked me to write a chapter for her upcoming book on queer sex work.
+ The possibility of academic progress.
+ I love that for every person who called me a worthless whore, or a self indulgent narcissist, or a vacant cum-bucket, there were people who told me that what I am doing and that what I am saying are relevant and important and worthwhile. For every friend who stopped talking to me there were a dozen more to be made and for every time I was silenced or shut down there were people waiting to hear my voice.
Anonymous asked: Suction cups are on your 'off-limits' list. Why? You've done some extreme stuff and suction cups have always looked pretty tame to me. I haven't tried them myself (yet), is there something i don't know? I've always thought they just would heighten your nipple sensitivity?
Yo. In terms of pain, suction cups aren’t really that extreme. Or maybe they can be, I never got that far with them. I don’t dislike them because they hurt, they simply gross me out a bit. I used them once about 2 or 3 years ago with someone and I’ve never used them again. I can’t describe it any better than to say that they leave me feeling a little bit sick. I tried for a bit, but I got no pleasure from them so I asked him to take them off me whilst internally screaming. They weren’t on my nipples. I think they were on my stomach or back. I wish I could use them; if I placed them over an open wound the blood would pour out which would look fantastic, but they are a limit I have yet to get over.
If you ever do get round to using them, tell me and let me know what you thought of them. Until then I’m going to cringe at every photo of them.