For much of my sexual life the idea of taking photos would have been absurd. How would you get them developed? Where would you keep them? Who would agree to be pictured? Things have changed.
My first explicitly sexual photo was taken in my room in a Vancouver bathhouse. It was solo as I hadn’t got the nerve at that stage to ask anyone else. (I had the nerve to fuck them but was more nervous about asking to film.)
Initially I just photographed the ass of guys I was fucking. It was easy to do that. No videos. No identification. This photo for example was the first HIV+ guy I knowingly fucked (and fucked raw) after I was on PrEP.
Eventually I did get into videoing sexual encounters and getting off on it. I began by avoiding faces and sometimes still do although the images make for better memories with all the details. It’s a negotiation with your partner and I have to avoid scaring off nervous guys altogether.
Sometimes I set up a fixed camera.
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