Originally published on VelvetMafia.com [03.2009] |
fifteen minutes naked The photographer is quiet and thoughtful, putting you at ease. It’s as if you’ve met before, but you can’t remember where. He strikes up a conversation, something breezy about hooking up online. You’ve done it a few times yourself, but the guys rarely turn out to be what you expect. “So what made you decide to come over?” You feel his eyes on you, enjoy the sensation. “I dunno. I’ve never done this before. I’ve, you know, seen your work online and thought, what the fuck?” “Then you know what I do.” “Yeah. I guess that’s why I’m here too.” You look at the photographs covering the walls, dozens of guys. All white. “You never shoot Asians?” You sit on the sofa, stretch out dramatically, savoring the fact that he’s watching you. “I mean, it’s a potato farm in here.” “What do you mean?” You reference the wall, the men in various poses and stages of undress. “They’re all Bleach Boys.”
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