this post contains things that might make my father uneasy. if you are somewhat squeamish about images of me during orgasm, skip it.
in addition to all of the fun, sexy, tasty, pretty things i was exposed to in melbourne, i actually did a bit of work as well. we arranged a rather busy shooting schedule because i felt up for it and we figured this was our chance to get good footage from me, so we just kinda went for it. i think i did somewhere around 7 or 8 shoots. it was exhausting and challenging.
i don't want to ruin the surprise by describing each shoot in detail, but i did want to highlight some of the really nice experiences i had. it was indulgent to have someone else do the lighting and the camerawork, and while that takes a good bit of time, it's gratifying to have people do work to make you look pretty. it's like glamour shots by deb, only sexier.
while i much prefer the location shoots on IFM, i felt like i was finally a member of the feelers' club when i got to do my studio shoot. i had done my first shoot of the trip at a location, so it was nice to sort of relax in a bed in comfy clothes with my favorite blanket. r anticipated that i might destroy the bedding, so he stacked a bunch of it on top of the bed - something like 5 or 6 layers. if there's one thing i've learned since i started ejaculating, it's that you can never underestimate your ability to soak through to the mattress, no matter what you put under you. i suggested that possibility to r and got some minor scoffing: 'it's not going to go all the way through, do you see how many layers there are?' that made it almost a challenge, to which i firmly stepped up. lo and behold, when i went to have another go in the bedroom a few days later with chloe and lilie, there was a plastic sheet over the mattress.
i can't tell you how gorgeous i felt in that shoot. i had been out for strippers the night before, so i still had some lovely sexual energy and imagery flowing through me. i had also just spent the afternoon on brunswick street looking at pretty girls and vintage shopping, so a wank around 6 was perfectly scheduled. i was totally comfortable and relaxed and had been given permission to indulge and take my time. i did. it was long and lingering and sensual and i switched around the techniques a bit (it's nice to be comfy enough to do that). i think i finished with about 5 minutes left on the tape, and i immediately asked to see the footage because it had seemed like an intriguing session to me. apparently no one asks for that after they shoot, probably because they're not voyeuristic chumps such as myself, or because they might feel awkward doing so. i'm really glad i did, though. it actually gave me more insight into the editing process and the reasons the shots are constructed as they are. if you watch an IFM shoot happen, even just one, all of your forum comments about 'bad camera angles' and 'not enough light' will go right down the drain. there is intention behind what is done and it comes through beautifully.
a couple of days later i did another solo shoot at a railyard. the comings and goings of freight and passenger trains through melbourne can be predicted with some reliability (some), and we got some great footage of that coming and going while we were there. there is something romantic and aged and slow and solitary about railways. trains make me think of rambling, of patient, un-hurried travel, of giving the rigid structure of your life up to the rail timetable. they're also about transection and translocation, and sometimes i am too, and it's always nice to have company. when i lived in england i did lots of train travel and it's so smooth and sweet and easy and contemplative.
so i dug the shoot at the tracks. there were tracks on either side of me, one set abandoned and one active. i had the privilege of displaying myself to a passenger train at about 8:30, but i was hidden enough in the brush that i don't think it much mattered. it was quite fun, actually. lazy and ramblin.
enclosed is one of my favorite photos of the trip, taken on location by the lovely ms max. thanks lady.
