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I'm a bit of a reflections whore, in that I do like glancing at myself in mirrors and stuff, and occasionally looking at myself with the same kind of horror people get at a really good car accident but, with apologies to Persephone, I think my problem with photos isn't exactly the one she suggested. I can hide from myself in my body, can avoid looking at it in a way people around me can't, and the photos remind me of that physicality in an every day setting.
What sparked this off was the photos of the leaving do for my ex-boss, where I let the inner tranny out. At the time I had a great time, but now I see a photo and it merely emphasised all the things about my body that I don't like, in a way that doesn't happen even if I were to look at myself naked.
So the answer is obviously to be all like Colonel Kurtz in 'Apocalypse Now' and spend my time hiding in darkness, and twat anyone that looks like Dennis Hopper who comes near me with a camera. |
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