Théâtre Chochotte Part 1: The Hard Walk Home

In my lap you were naked and grinding,
your ass moving and pressing.
I grew harder and harder.

With only thin suitpants between us,
you had to know how precisely you pleased me.
Your ass stroking my hard cock.

Your tits were just a breath away,
moving in a sensual way as you arched your back.
You started touching your pussy.

As you were pretending to cum,
I was just a few touches from actually cumming.
The song ended and you stand up smiling at me.

At midnight and closing hours,
I'm hoping to finish with a private dance.
You walk away with another man and I walk home, hard.


Lookback June 2018


Lookback May 2018


Lookback April 2018


Year One Update

In the end of mars 2018 I was in a creative crisis, I simply asked myself, me as a photographer that doesn’t photograph, what am I? So I decided that from then on I would take one photograph at a minimum everyday, but not only take it, I had to post it online.  My thinking was, that even if I can’t really photograph what I want to photograph, meaning erotic photography, then at least I should photograph something, if nothing else to practise and to experiment. So I started doing street photography. I decided also that I wouldn’t care too much if actually managed to take a good photo or not, this project would be mostly about experimenting and actually feeling like a photographer, which means thinking and looking like one at all times which I kind of lost because how life went and not keeping up with photographing.

So now a year later, I have to say it was way easier than I thought it would be. Sure there were some near misses where I almost forgot but the vast majority of days I managed to capture something. I also very much appreciate that I gave myself “permission” to not have good photos because I do feel I get insights with my experimentation with filters and colour. Those days when I was being overly lazy and mostly want to do other stuff I had to figure out how to still take a photo, so knowing I had that loose quality freedom made it all much more fun. I’ve mostly been using my phone and that has been a hugely humbling experience, since I again have to learn about technical limitations but it also makes me realise that a good photo is still good when it’s technically bad. So to be able to always take the photo is far far more important than any technical issue. 

Some problems that I realised about myself were as I mentioned I can be a bit lazy, I spend way too little time each day actually taking photos, some days I just take one or two photos.  I am also a huge coward, you can tell in my photos that there are no risks taken and there is always a distance. I have to also get over my “shyness” where I often don’t go near the subjects and avoid interacting with them, mostly because I don’t want to get stuck talking with someone and just want to be on my way.  That leads to me not really exploring anything to any real depth, so everything is kind of things I don’t really care about, because if it would be something I cared about I would have to actually make an effort. 

Going forward I will continue my experimentation with colour and filters, because I’m trying to figure something, not sure exactly what but I feel I’m on to something and I need to find it. I will also try to do more explicit and vulgar experiments and I really need to try and explore more sexuality and erotism in my photography, even if it is street photography. I have to start doing what I say I am about, what I care about.

At the end of each month I will post some photos from the last years month, a look back. Starting next week with April.


Erotic photography and being a Perv

Let’s start from the beginning, as long as I can remember I’ve always been sexually curious and adventurous but along the way I closed that part of me off. I’m not exactly sure why, but I think it is a combination where I developed low self-esteem because I was overweight, had quite a lack of attention from girls that made me shy. In your teenage years you don’t really talk openly about stuff like that so I bottled it all up thinking I was the only one. 

It took me a very long time to feel comfortable being a sexual being again, to able to let out the pervert in me. I had closed that part of me so good that for me to even start that recovery had to be initiated by an outside force, by someone else. Once I did start to recover it was like waking up from a very long sleep. I have a huge part of my life where I not only were in deep depression but in total apathy also because of how deeply I had repressed my sexuality. So when I woke up from my slumber and had my sexual reawakening I also started to want things from life, wanted to do things. It started to become apparent that my sexuality was linked with every part of me, the thing that tied everything together, it was the source of my will, creativity, motivation and ambition.

A result was that I no longer wanted to just isolate myself, I wanted to explore the world and see whats out there, I wanted to experience things. Me wanting to explore and live in the world more I bought a camera, with no initial ambitious but nonetheless I took quite a liking to photography, Though, it wasn’t until I started to photograph women, especially with who I also could express my sexual side with, it was then that I knew it was it for me. I was a photographer and it would be my life. The pleasure that I get from nice company is also what inspires my creativity, so in a sense they are very much tied together, so why not embrace it fully? So for me to develop an ambition within photography that somehow directly involved sex and women was just inevitable and from what I’ve come to realise it is also the only way for me to create something that is from deep within me, genuinely me, and it is then that I have the potential to actually create something good. 

I tried to be a “proper” photographer for the longest time, trying to do it by the “book” and that meant to once again suppress my sexual side because I didn’t want to be “that” guy. Of course my photography was rubbish since it lacked any hint of anything genuine or any “soul”. I tried to be professional instead of a photographer. All changed when I did an internship in Paris 2015, I wrote in my notebook and asked myself: “What would I photograph if I could photograph anything I wanted?”. It is probably obvious to everyone what I wrote but to this day I’m surprised why it like such a big deal to “rediscover” that part of me. 

It was then that I feel that I actually got ambitious for real, I knew then what I had to do and that I have to become great. No more playing around not daring to dream big. It’s not even important if I actually do create something good or not, but I have to try, may it cost whatever it costs. The first cost was simple, I realised that since I was free, being single and childless that I  had a chance to really go for it. So I have given up on ever having a family or even a relationship, at least one that didn’t directly somehow connect and help with my creative ambitions. So no longer would I have to spend so much energy on wanting to find someone that would “complete” me. Accepting that I have huge hole in me and leaning to live with it to chase something more important was very liberating. 

Simply, I want a horny and creative life, it excites me. It allows me to explore in ways I probably wouldn’t have otherwise. I want to express the core of me in its simplicity, the drive that makes me curious about the world and I want to find that spark out there in others. Photography is a tool to see what I really want to see and enables me to do what I really want to do, and I would argue that is one of the most important aspects of photography. It should be apparent now that I don’t have overly “sanitised” ambitions or goals with my photography, but that doesn’t mean it is in any way less ambitious in all its glorious dirtyness. I want it to be messy as I am and as inappropriately open as I can be.

I’ve given myself ten years to come to a point where my photography could be considered to be genuinely something good even if it is in a genre not accepted.  And once I’ve come to the point some of my photos are considered genuinely good, I then have another ten years to become great.(if I manage to live that long.)


Finally

So I finally decided that I might need a website and a blog. Somewhere I can gather all my content and all my thoughts.

This is for you so I will always be interested in hearing what you find interesting and what you hope to see more of, so don’t hesitate to contact me!