My First Camera

I bought my first camera from a pawn shop the very next day I had started doing sex work. It took everything I had earned that night.

Sex work and photography were integrated in my head.

Photographic porn is a hoot so far removed from reality, I should be living on the Upper East Side.

I am looking for what people see as light among themselves. That means in different yet the same contexts all colors get poured into.

LSD might do that. LSD on crystal meth always does that.

If that disturbs you, go get a fucking life.

I gave that camera to a whore who went by the rare name of Angel.

Angel was a mess. His leather had faded. He said he would do a photographic essay on rehab.

Now, he works for Vogue.

That little shit.