I don't do IM because it makes me crazy (not ableist metaphor, it is actively bad for my mental health/depression), but you can email and be prying if you like.
You want to know why I identify that other photo as man? Because I was standing ON A (very rickety) TABLE, ON A ROOF, ON A VERY WINDY DAY, with what I felt was very much not an adequate safety wall. I really, really hate heights. And the only way I could do it, was to set my jaw (I know my facial expressions based on how I feel my teeth connect -- I memorized them all in the mirror, because that's my job), and thought "goddamn it, look like Jack."
I'm ridiculously pleased with that photo, but IT WAS TERRIFYING. Nothing boy about it, no matter how soft my skin. Because that was entirely like PACK OF WILD DOGS SCARY for me.
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on 2011-02-25 11:41 pm (UTC)You want to know why I identify that other photo as man? Because I was standing ON A (very rickety) TABLE, ON A ROOF, ON A VERY WINDY DAY, with what I felt was very much not an adequate safety wall. I really, really hate heights. And the only way I could do it, was to set my jaw (I know my facial expressions based on how I feel my teeth connect -- I memorized them all in the mirror, because that's my job), and thought "goddamn it, look like Jack."
I'm ridiculously pleased with that photo, but IT WAS TERRIFYING. Nothing boy about it, no matter how soft my skin. Because that was entirely like PACK OF WILD DOGS SCARY for me.