Marcie Alana (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mrciealana) wrote,@ 2002-05-23 16:36:00 |
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I'm a Porn Star
Sort of.
It happened Sunday. Life's been a bit busy of late between work and relationships, and this is the first time I've been able to sit down and write about it. SD's been after me to pose since he ran into me at a party last spring. I wasn't interested in putting out much effort at first, but I've kind of warmed up to the idea over the past couple months.
So we got it all planned, and then SD canceled. After the second cancellation, I'd pretty much written it all off. We rescheduled again, and what do you know, it happened.
R and I headed into the city to drop her daughter off with a friend. We were supposed to get there at noon, but it was raining and the traffic was awful. We ended up cutting across town trying to beat the freeway problems and were half an hour late. What a start! Fortunately it didn't really matter, R had planned enough slack into the schedule that it wasn't an issue.
We had another hour and a half of stop and go traffic before we got to the studio though. It's a bit out of the area in a small town, and wouldn't you know that I got lost on the way too? Not too lost, just took a wrong turn when I got off
the freeway and paid attention to the signs rather than the directions.
We ended up in a warehouse district. One chunk of one building had been turned into an informal studio. They pulled out a model release for me to sign and I proceeded to do a bit of editing on the parts that I didn't like. It was a stock release and they didn't have any real attachment to a lot of the clauses. R proofed it to make sure I wasn't doing something disastrous.
R did my makeup. Gack! Lots of makeup. They say everything gets washed out under the photographer's lights. It all felt a bit clownish. I'd been asked to bring
along "fetish wear". What exactly is that, anyway? I know some folks who get off on business suits. Does that make them fetish wear? I also know someone who's go this thing for flannel shirts...
Anyway, I got dressed, and then undressed for the camera. I was a bit stiff and
uptight at first, but I relaxed as time went on. It's amazing how important that camera becomes -- one big black eye staring at you. I did have a few laughs at
SD's expense. Being a digital camera (even if it was a high end model), it had to stop every once in a while to store things on it's memory card. After a while
I could tell when this happened and would try to get a silly face in or an especially good pose.
We spent about four and a half hours taking pictures. The next morning I was sore from all the posing. Actually, I think I'm still sore four days later. I got copies of the pictures via email yesterday. On the whole I'm favorably impressed. I need to lose a few pounds, and I'm almost 40, but we didn't do too badly. We'll probably do more of these, though SD does seem a bit disorganized. My contract says I get 50% of what we make on them. Honestly, I'm not really expecting much, but you never know...
And no, I'm not going to tell you where to find them. So there.
Sort of.
It happened Sunday. Life's been a bit busy of late between work and relationships, and this is the first time I've been able to sit down and write about it. SD's been after me to pose since he ran into me at a party last spring. I wasn't interested in putting out much effort at first, but I've kind of warmed up to the idea over the past couple months.
So we got it all planned, and then SD canceled. After the second cancellation, I'd pretty much written it all off. We rescheduled again, and what do you know, it happened.
R and I headed into the city to drop her daughter off with a friend. We were supposed to get there at noon, but it was raining and the traffic was awful. We ended up cutting across town trying to beat the freeway problems and were half an hour late. What a start! Fortunately it didn't really matter, R had planned enough slack into the schedule that it wasn't an issue.
We had another hour and a half of stop and go traffic before we got to the studio though. It's a bit out of the area in a small town, and wouldn't you know that I got lost on the way too? Not too lost, just took a wrong turn when I got off
the freeway and paid attention to the signs rather than the directions.
We ended up in a warehouse district. One chunk of one building had been turned into an informal studio. They pulled out a model release for me to sign and I proceeded to do a bit of editing on the parts that I didn't like. It was a stock release and they didn't have any real attachment to a lot of the clauses. R proofed it to make sure I wasn't doing something disastrous.
R did my makeup. Gack! Lots of makeup. They say everything gets washed out under the photographer's lights. It all felt a bit clownish. I'd been asked to bring
along "fetish wear". What exactly is that, anyway? I know some folks who get off on business suits. Does that make them fetish wear? I also know someone who's go this thing for flannel shirts...
Anyway, I got dressed, and then undressed for the camera. I was a bit stiff and
uptight at first, but I relaxed as time went on. It's amazing how important that camera becomes -- one big black eye staring at you. I did have a few laughs at
SD's expense. Being a digital camera (even if it was a high end model), it had to stop every once in a while to store things on it's memory card. After a while
I could tell when this happened and would try to get a silly face in or an especially good pose.
We spent about four and a half hours taking pictures. The next morning I was sore from all the posing. Actually, I think I'm still sore four days later. I got copies of the pictures via email yesterday. On the whole I'm favorably impressed. I need to lose a few pounds, and I'm almost 40, but we didn't do too badly. We'll probably do more of these, though SD does seem a bit disorganized. My contract says I get 50% of what we make on them. Honestly, I'm not really expecting much, but you never know...
And no, I'm not going to tell you where to find them. So there.
