Sez the Photographer: “What Else Is There?”

Pretty picture…

    I can’t write long because I need to jump in the shower and start getting ready.  It’s going to be a long day…

     The Mathematician is coming over for a few hours when he gets off work this afternoon.  
   
      He took me out to dinner on Tuesday night.  We went to Dos Caminos on 14th Street.  Dos Caminos makes excellent guacamole.  Their margaritas are fantastic as well, as I remember, though it’s been a while since I had one.  

     He’s easy to make happy, this one.  He wants to be with me all the time.  He sends me text messages and email notes throughout the day.  I wouldn’t let a client do that.  Actually, if a client did that, I might have to call the police, because a client wouldn’t do that.  Not unless there was something wrong with him (I do  have an issue with a weirdo client to tell you about, but I’ll get to that later).  The Surgeon doesn’t usually pay that much attention to me, unless he’s in a strange mood or he’s concerned that I might be making a break for it.  Concerned that I was, you know, getting squirrely.  

     Here’s the thing: the Mathematician’s still paying me. 

     What to do, what to do?  I haven’t stressed out about it much since I wrote the Decision Flow Chart blog post, but it’s still an issue, no getting around it.  

      Money keeps it safe. But every instinct that I have tells me that this man wants to have a relationship with me.  I could be mistaken, but I doubt it.  The Mathematician is a pretty transparent person, as healthy, sane guys usually are.  

      Money keeps it safe.  

      Maybe I’ll try something this afternoon.  I bought him a Christmas card.  This afternoon, I’ll ask him for his advice regarding a little problem I’m having at my teaching-center job.  See how he responds to it.  It is not my habit to burden clients with my personal problems–that’s inappropriate on a number of levels.  

      Moving on…here’s another question I have for you, Gentle Reader:  why are photographers such sleazebags?  Is there such a thing as a photographer in NYC who doesn’t try to date his models? Do I need to start looking specifically for gay photographers, or what?  Women photographers?  

       I had a photoshoot this week.  Picked the guy at random after I found his work on the internet and decided that I liked it.  He was talented; some of the images came out very well.  But he was sleazy.  Sleazy!   I didn’t confront him on it because there’s no point–he’s clueless–but in my head I was thinking, Guy, I’m paying you $200/hour.  That’s the going rate for a good physician or a lawyer.  For an architect.  Is it too much to expect that you conduct yourself with a similar degree of decorum and professionalism?  

      There was a funny moment when he asked me if I wanted him to “send some work” my way.  I could tell that he was confused.

      “I’m strictly fetish,” I told him.

      He blinked.  “Huh?”

      “Strictly fetish.  No sex.  At least, not in the traditional sense of the word.”

      He stared at me, incomprehending.  “No sex?”

      “Nope.”

      “So what do you do?

       “Just about anything else.”

       “What else is there?”

       I started laughing.  The sex lives of my fellow Americans, I swear.  

       I have a story about a creepy client, but I’ll tell you about that later.  Maybe you can give me a little advice about it.  


3 thoughts on “Sez the Photographer: “What Else Is There?””

  1. I certainly can’t make recommendation on photographers from personal experience. However, I do know that Natasha Gornik is the photographer of choice for a lot of the independent pro-dommes in NYC.

    I’ve featured her work in the past and IMO she’s one of the best and most talented fetish photographers working today.

    http://natashagornik.com/

    -paltego

    1. Hey, Paltego–thanks for the reference! I looked up Gornik and I agree–her work is fantastic!

      The guy I recently shot with did some simple cheesecake pics of me. Pretty images–worth the investment–but boring.

      And, yeah, he was sleazy. Asked me if I wanted to do nudes. Barf, barf, barf, barf. I wasn’t flirting with him at all, either.

      I emailed Gornik! I named-dropped your blog in my letter to her. I hope you don’t mind!

      Merry Christmas, paltego!

      P.S. That pic of yourself with all the ribbons pinned to your bod is pretty awesome (and funny). I think it’s weird that I can take (and administer! YEAH!) impact play, including caning, till I’m hamburger…but piercing intimidates me. I’ve seldom been asked to perform it at the Superstudio because anything “medical” is not my forte.

      Maybe I ought to try it…?
      Does it look scarier than it is..?

    2. Feel free to name drop, but I doubt it’ll help at all. 🙂 We’ve maybe swapped a couple of comments, but I doubt she’ll remember me or my blog.

      Glad you liked the festive ribbon image. I love piercing, so I’d certainly suggest giving it a go(with a qualified person). I think it’s a lot less scary than it looks. There’s a lot you can do to modulate the sensation, so it’s easy to work into it gradually. Thin needles (25 gauge) and fleshy bits of the body are very mild. Thick needles (18 gauge) and taut thin skin hurts a lot. Personally I think of it as sensation play rather than medical play, as I never role-play any medical aspects.

      There’s bound to be a some classes on it somewhere in NYC. Why not give it a shot?

      Oh, and Merry Christmas to you as well!

      -paltego

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