I am glad to announce that as well as being a model (I’ve done two shoots now, surely that means I qualify? Not like these Instagram wannabes!), I’m also a photographer, thanks to Kat, who calls herself the Original Goth Mermaid.
That’s her picture up at the top.
Here’s when I managed to make her corpse:
Yeah, that was fun. I’d very happily do that again. Kat? You’re awesome!
Thanks to some logistical problems, I couldn’t get to Luminite Dave’s shoot over in Oldham, but we’re trying to rearrange that. I did get the shoot in Sheffield with Martin from Images by Iceni. They’re on the Arachnis Chiropterus Instagram. Or some of them are, anyway. I’m adding the photos slowly, planning on one per day. See if we can play Instagram’s game and get a decent number of followers.
Nah. Me neither. Social media is something of a soul-sucking void. It’s easy to get wrapped up in it and that’ll drag you down.
Now, the thing about model shoots is that they’re a way of networking, really. I’ve pretty much got another photo shoot in August lined up. That might even be a paying one!
Then there’s another one, that I’ve been working on with a couple of people from Purple Port. We’ll see if anything happens there.
So yeah… Purpleport is definitely the one to join if you’re after some work. OK, you basically have to work for free at the start, but hopefully the fact that you’ve done that means you might get some paid work later.
That’s the theory, anyway.
Talking of work, I’m actually camming at the moment. Just had a shower and I intend to be in bed in the next 20 minutes, so I switched on the webcam interface. I’m signed on to Streammate, and my username is
Arachnis_Chiropterus, if you want to drop by and throw some tokens my way.
If you’re (un)lucky, I might even be naked!
It would certainly be a change from what usually happens. Someone comes in, and before I’ve even had a chance to type a greeting, they’ve gone!
Obviously I wasn’t the masturbatory fantasy they were looking for!
Hmmm… I might drag that weird bit of SF porn I was writing out of mothballs and continue. That’s one of the weird things about depression: your sex drive and even just the ability to get and maintain an erection are severely hampered. Not sure it’s the depression or the drugs – probably a combination of the two, to be honest.
Anyway, I’ve done what I said I was going to do: I’ve written the blog. I think now is the time to head for bed.