Wearing it like a badge

Well, apparently I won’t be sent out for any more press photography work.

Why?

Well… how do I put this… I’m apparently not very normal.

Well duh.

Shit, I could’ve told them that if they’d asked.

But yeah, I wear that like a badge. A badge of pride. If I have to be “normal” to take pictures of people who are going to be that shallow to judge me because I’m not gawking at the random tits and ass, well fuck that… I’m staying as the fucked up freak that I am.

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