I’ve been obsessed with capturing images for most of my life. It doesn’t make much sense to my mom that I used my college education to learn how to properly light and frame smut, but mixing my love of photography and porno into one fail safe hobby was like a dream come true. In the beginning though, I wasn’t sure that I was going to be able to be a fierce one-woman porno machine so I looked around the Internet for some help.
Basically the deal was, if you called yourself a photographer, I believed you. The first few times I responded to Craigslist ads looking for models, I ended up in seedy motel rooms with smell men who had disposable cameras. I know I’m dating myself, but you’ve got to realize that back in the day, digital photography wasn’t even a glimmer in the eyes of Internet surfers. We got disposable cameras, had them developed and then had the images put onto a CD if we were lucky enough to be able to afford such things. The pictures that were being taken of me initially I’ve legit never seen. They are probably shitty as hell, but sometimes I wonder if the fellows that posed as photographers and took the shots realize what a monster they created.
I was in this for the content. While I was 100% curious about having sex with myself on camera, what I wanted to learn was how to do it “properly” because it’s way more complicated than spreading your legs and going at a hole with some inanimate object. I loved being able to pretend for hours at a time that I was the model that was naked in the magazines (I know…I’m dating myself again. Print media will never die in my house though, I swear it). The men seemed to appreciate having a naked lady in front of them, and I got the chance to learn about being on the opposite side of the camera.
One of these days, I swear that one of the perverts that photographed a 19, 20 year old me is going to come across Alpha Harlot and realize that I look hella familiar. They’ll start digging through their old hard drives for the pictures that they coerced young women into taking back in the early aughts….and then they’ll put two and two together, match my nipple prints up and realize who I am.
That’s the fantasy anyway.
In the next few weeks, I’m going to be putting together a few stories about the men who shot pictures of me. I have some of the content…but not all of it. I’m half excited to share photos of a pierced Harlot, before she was Harlot…when she was WetGoth69, still trying to figure out her place in the crazy lawless land of cyberspace. It was a fun and wild period of my life and I’m pretty psyched to dig up the remains of those years.
Image: Harlot’s Private Stash
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