These photos come from a photographer friend of mine who wishes, for now, to remain in the shadows. I love this, how we can hide or reveal our digital identities, mostly as we wish. Sometimes we are revealed against our will, a violation. This is how I was outed to my mother at 15.
On this day, D took my photo in my ex's apartment, where I was living at the time. I feel I look busted up and sad in a lot of these photos, but also vulnerable, true, and sometimes sexy. The photo where I show off my bush, that's sexy to me. The rest is what D saw that day, in me. And what I was seeing in him. Our shared sadness, our ridiculous convictions of own unworthiness.
But we found friendship that day too. We even kissed over it. The kiss was soft, like us.
Edit: you can find D on Instagram, the little rascal: @david.trg