I think my favorite form of photography is the kind no one ever sees. The ones I take from my fire escape at 3 AM when the city's asleep. Something about the quiet feels more honest than the daylight version. And if I'm being really honest... sometimes I pretend the shutter click is the sound of a cock sliding into me. Slow, deliberate, like it's trying to capture something true. The camera's cold against my cheek, my pussy wet and warm against my fingers, imagining it's his hands holding me, his weight pressing me into the rusty railing. Art school doesn't teach you that the most intimate portraits are the ones you never develop. Just keep them safe in the dark where they can't hurt anyone.