I probably wouldn’t have looked twice at a Greek restaurant five or six years ago. It’s not so much that I didn’t care for Greek food, it’s that I’d never bothered to go inside and try it. The same could be said for an Indian restaurant, or vegetarian food, or kinky sex. I didn’t *dislike* those things, I’d just never looked at the menu. I didn’t like vegetables as a kid. But in all fairness, I was raised on vegetables out of a can. Have you ever *had* asparagus out of a can? It might just be the most vile substance on earth.
These days, I love asparagus. …and Brussels sprouts. And I make a mean vegetarian chili that seems to be a hit with even my most carnivorous friends. I still can’t competently order Indian food for myself, but I do love it. I’ll pass on the Thai peanut chicken, though. It’s the texture. Makes me feel like I’m eating dinner out of a pothole on 17th street.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t like cheesesteaks anymore, or pizza, or mashed potatoes, or quiet, vanilla sex, full of gentle touching and whispered love. I’ve just added to the menu.
To repeat the disclaimer, this is a project about re-discovery. It’s about remembering who I am, what I’m about, what I love and what I do not. Fair warning, this project will be posted here rather than at my SFW site because there will be nudity from time to time. Some of it will be of me, some not, some artistic and pretty to look at, some just raw.
I don’t intend to think of something every day and then shoot it, though I may do that sometimes, too. But sometimes I will just shoot, and then find something about myself in the frames and post about that thing, whatever it is.