Y’all probably don’t know this, but I’ve been a photographers’ model since I was 22. I’ve modeled for world famous photographers and those just starting out. There are some nudes out there that are no longer under my control, and I honestly don’t give a shit. My career as such is winding down. Mostly now I model for my husband. He takes the photo, and I write the text. He pays well in hugs and sunflower seeds, but he is a hard taskmaster. “Turn this way. Hold your hand still. Stop moving your mouth.” That is just impossible.
