We walked and spoke about random stuff, he asked about my dad as most people do, I asked about his career and photography in the magazines and art became a very common topic between us, praising me for my creativity often, but not in a way that made me really suspicious of him. No one fucking touched me affectionately growing up, and my father often used me as a punching bag when he was drunk. Porn I had no clue I even liked dudes, and I didn’t really know how to go about it, especially not with his hand on my shoulder. I wanted to be this subject.
