3 years ago
i got dumped.
( man what a day that was )
dumped by a guy.
dumped by a guy i had moved in with.
dumped by a guy i moved in with on a 2 year term
the “help me get back on my feet” terms
heck – he invited me.
i said “are you understanding what i need right now?”
he understood completely.
i needed the help.
or so i thought.
The pictures from the fall of 2013
to the summer of 2015
tell the story.
what brought us together?
some good honest physical chemistry
two pretty lonely people.
what were the red flags?
looking back – boy oh boy
so so many red flags.
all the red flags i asked him about from his dating profile
actually came to fruition. imagine that.
i still have a folder of images of him that i pulled when i was leaving
as i was sorting in my head what happened – and especially what happened at the end.
images of him passed out.
he was a drunk.
i missed it in our “on good behavior” dating times
once i was there
it got real
he had a serious drinking problem.
would anyone believe me.
i tried to drink like he did.
i mean maybe drinking like that is fun or something.
i couldn’t do it.
it never felt good.
i didn’t get it.
drinking to oblivion was nothing like social drinking.
while we dated he called me every day
we spoke sometimes for an hour
he always asked
“when can i see you again.”
i actually liked that.
when i lived with him
on this day 3 years ago
he wrote me a note.
a note that i found when i woke up
the note was telling me how to behave or else.
the note flipped a switch in me.
excuse me?? or else???
i saw stars.
so, i started to write him back.
put a little note on the fridge.
but i had more to say.
so, i wrote another little note, and taped it next to the first one.
all of a sudden i just had to write more of my thoughts
or i was going to just burst.
27 notes later.
all taped to the kitchen cabinets
next to each other
it was like a huge banner
of AN thoughts.
and then i left.
so, my thoughts could be found.
not sure what that might be like to find for someone
perhaps a tad over the top??
it has to be over the top to really know me
i can’t imagine that truthfully.
what is it fucking like to know me??
when i got home. yes home. where i lived
my notes were all neatly piled on the kitchen table.
he was making dinner.
would you like a drink?
that night ( over my favorite dinner ) he said
i am done with you.
there ya go.
i am sure the story is written in some form in blog posts of 7/2015
this morning i was prompted to share images of his cock
truth be, i don’t take a lot of male anatomy images
i did during my winter artist residency – those were nudes
one is in an art show as I type.
but lovers cock pics?
like trophies or something??
not really my thing.
i might actually have a mr ny shot that I took, so there is that.
he stopped communicating with me
i also miss him.
he liked my quirks.
while out today i thought about cock pictures
there WERE times that I photographed his dick
I decided to find them.
and post them.
for the fuck of it
i am reminded.
in the color shots
that he was getting hard
while i was photographing him
which was rather exciting if i recall correctly
and then someone knocked on the door.
so that set was interrupted
that interruption actually really upset him
almost getting caught and all.
for what it’s worth
there ARE “coupling” shots of him and I
that I just love.
he just was not a patient or playful enough muse
a following could have been made just on the ideas i had for couple nude work