This week, in celebration of the five-fucking-hundredth week of Sinful Sunday, we were encouraged us to be our most fabulous photography sexy selves. So – obviously – I got naked in an autumn graveyard.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
~ L.M. Montgomery
I love autumn; I don’t think my words can do justice to its magic. I love the chill in the air and the bright colours and how free I feel in the dark evenings. I will put up with the cold, wet days when it pours with rain as long as I also get the days where morning mist gives way to golden light slanting through flaming leaves. I love the red and the orange and the yellow and the smell of smoke and the taste of adventure.
I also love getting naked – but that I can describe a little better. I love the thrill of taking a calculated risk to capture a picture where I’m being utterly myself. I love the vulnerability of nakedness, contrasted with the confidence of feeling utterly at home in my own skin. I like how I’m brave enough to bend over for the ten breathtakingly long seconds I need to wait until my camera will take the photo.
Autumn makes me hungry for adventure. On Tuesday I put on my hiking boots and walked almost twelve miles, exploring and taking photos and having fun. I loved it. I loved setting up my new tripod for the first time, and the feeling of cold stone under my fingers as I bent over with my arse bare. I loved the ache in my legs when I got home: the ache of satisfaction, sore muscles telling me that I pushed myself.
I love this photo too. I only managed to get one photo of me actually naked in an autumn graveyard, and I love that I was able to edit it into something that I’m actually proud to share today. I’ve been sex blogging for three years now, and I am slightly better at self-photography than I was when I started getting naked in front of a camera. You can see that in this photo.
I’m still getting to know my most fabulous photography sexy self, but he’s definitely in this photo.
Quinn Rhodes (he/him) is a queer, trans, disabled sex blogger. He’s a sex nerd with vaginismus who writes about his adventures in learning to fuck without fucking up. Quinn can usually be found wearing stomp-on-the-patriarchy boots while falling in love every time he fucks. For his less explicit content on trans inclusivity, check out whatsinyourpants.co.