Porno Star in the Backyard

So young Meghan, thank you for your contribution to our Random Scariness section. Do you think we have ever used our razors at the exact same time, you and I?

Anyway, my continued adventures as an unemployed bum..

I'm getting to the point where models are approaching me to have their portfolio increased. I received an e-mail from Lara who needed some new shots for her agent. She asked if I wanted to see a photo of her before arranging a shoot, but not only am I pitching myself as The Little Aussie Battler but also The People's Photographer I was more than happy to just run with it.

I'm sure you can see where this is going.

She was tall. She was big. She was old. I wasn't sure if she had been a man. She was a porn star.

She arrived scary, she changed into scarier clothes, it wasn't long before the clothes flew off and I was reminising with fondness over the old days with the scary clothes, at one point while she was trying various poses her finger accidentally found it's way into her vagina, and the entire time she was screeching/yelling/bellowing in a Bristol accent about her husband, her boyfriend, her job as a porn star, her job as an escort, how her daughter doesn't talk to her anymore and why men don't talk to her when she goes to nightclubs.

Out of the 244 photos taken, I managed to find two that I could use for my own portfolio.

Quality.

Tomorrow I'm taking photos of one of the girls from last years big brother.