Androgyny is a concept I love exploring in photography, but I've never done so via self-portraits. Yes, it was really fun, but also quite difficult. My roommate had to help me with my hair and proceeded to coach me as I was shooting because the struggle was too real. About 20 minutes in, I hid inside my jacket and had shout of frustration. I accidentally hit the timer and caught a legitimate moment of laughter and frustration as I struggled through putting aside my normal feminity for this type of portrait.
He bites into my skin
Ripping at my integrity and breaking down my animosity.
Each tear brings fresh breath
Hands at the base of my spine
pulling towards the central concave....
"So what the fuck am I to do?
Smoke trails against my skin as armor steels against this disdain. Each inhale burns but this empty space sears into my bones & all I ask is to be...