So, I went over to Sarcastro’s so that he could take a picture of my boob freckle for the winner of his contest. It was obvious that Sarcastro has an innate talent for pissing folks off, but holy shit! He’s also got mad boob freckle photographing skills.
I changed into a button down shirt, sat myself in his kitchen chair, followed his boob arranging directions–"Push them together more!"–and he leaned in and took it.
I really, really like how it turned out. It’s a little trashy, kind of hot, and the boob freckle is faint but visible. I have to tell you, I don’t really think of myself as particularly sexy, by any stretch, but I look at that photo and think, "Yeah, that’s a girl to look at."
It’s kind of strange, to see myself that way, but it really delights me.
Anyway, if it doesn’t end up on the internet some other way, I may post it. Is that tacky? Okay, so I’m tacky.