I honestly can’t recall when or where this photo was taken, precisely…but I do know who it was taken for: The Hypnotist. And I remember how I felt that moment, taking the photo, right before I sent it to him: sexy and yet vulnerable. In my mind, my own vulnerability made me sexy.
It’s funny how we have stories and stories and stories we tell ourselves, isn’t it?
And now, weeks later, I look at this image and remember how I felt then, and it is echoed in how I feel today. Open and vulnerable and questioning: am I appealing? Am I sexy? Do I stir something primal in you, a need, a desire?
Do you want me?
Nice article. I like it.