Five Days of Gatewood, Day Four: going down. (NSFW)

YeahOKSo…there it is. I haven’t much experience with doing sex only because you’re gonna be photographing it, so I might have been nervous except I wasn’t all that nervous. I was glad I thought to bring condoms, but unfortunately, these were lubricated. Upside? the lube wasn’t of a particularly janky flavor. I did wonder if I’d look…

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Five Days of Gatewood, Day 3: Clean shave. (NSFW)

I did as thorough I job as I could with the shaving. The inexpensive disposable razors are not optimal for getting too close without mircocuts but no serious exsanguination occurred. I took care to keep everything clean…shaving foam helped.   By the time I was done shaving, that moment of “UM, OK, so next is supposed to…

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Five Days of Gatewood, Day 2: Shaving. (NSFW)

“What I really like is being shaved…” I assumed he didn’t mean he enjoyed help with his chin stubble. I haven’t done an interactive photo shoot, and I haven’t done anything that was exceedingly explicit. But hey, what the fuck. I was 9 days away from 43 years old and adding another skeleton to my jammed-like-Mecca-during-Hajj closet…

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Five days of Gatewood: Day 1: Oracle.

I did a shoot with legendary photographer Charles Gatewood a couple of weeks ago. When we were discussing what he was working on, one of the projects on his table involved more explicit stuff than I’ve done before. And I thought about it quite thoroughly. I wondered how I would feel about having photos of…

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I am an effing ROCKSTAR!!

Oh my god! OK, so a couple of months ago I was chatting on Twitter with some guy I didn’t know, who said he was a photographer. I checked out his site and was blown away by his talent, and made some offhand comment about wanting to model for him. Fast forward to NOW and…

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Fat and Happy.

Substantia Jones, photographer and curator of the Adiposivity Project pinged me a while back and we got to chatting about doing a shoot. The stars aligned and we were able to meet and take some pictures. And then the atmosphere itself aligned for a moment of effulgency heretofore unknown to me in terms of moments…

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Taking my picture.

Despite the fact that I’ve been in front of the camera professionally since the age of 5, I am always apprehensive about photography. I fear I’ll look goofy, or that the person taking the picture will somehow look at me in a way that doesn’t capture the “real me” or worse yet, that the “real…

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Captured at Folsom.

The Folsom Street fair rules. I have attended annually since 1997. This year, I stopped at the midpoint of the fair by a large gray cube constructed of draped fabric. I was bemused by the fact it was covered with poster-sized portraits of people in Fetish garb and assorted drag. I was gestured over by…

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