A picture is worth...
If you're like me, then you tend to visualize the blogger as their profile pic (where present). Most of the time it's the only image that you are given. When it was time to choose a new profile picture for this blog I decided to use my old cowboy picture. It was taken 1n 1997, when I was 23. I am now 31. And about as self-conscious as I can get. I haven't completely dealt with the fact that I'm never going to get my wasted twink years back. I made choices, and those choices can't be undone. At some point I need to let go of those regrets, but I have yet to do so. Physical security... yeah, I don't have much. It's not that I ever wanted to mislead anyone, and that's why there's a semi-recent picture in my profile page. But I wanted my face to the world to be a face that I could accept, even if it is outdated. Guilt aside, I know I'm definately not alone in that.
A month ago Tony asked me if I would participate in his T-shirt gig. For those who don't know, there is a LargeTony T-shirt circulating among Tony's blogger friends that he hopes to have back by the time his blog turns two. He sent it out just after the blog turned one. Beyond "leaving a mark" on the T-shirt there was a requirement to be photographed in the T-shirt. If there was any reason that I dragged my feet since that shirt arrived in my mailbox, it's that I didn't want to deal with the photo part.
But the next person on the list (Knottyboy) has a specific plan, and it's time sensitive. So I needed to get my ass in gear and just do it. This afternoon I paced around a while to get some courage and then I got out my Canon. I set up the tripod. And I opened the envelope with the shirt in it. I hadn't even done that until today. I'm not a complete idiot at taking pictures, but my experience kind of took a vacation. In the end I realized that I was making too big of a deal about it. And then a devilish grin came across my face. I decided to do it without pants. I mean, if you're going to face a fear you might as well do it on your terms. Of all the photos, the one below struck me as the best. That's my semi-content "I like you" face. I realize that the lighting is a little dark, I cut off the top of my head, the T-shirt was riding up, and that if my leg was down I would totally be flashing the camera. Those are flaws that you guys are going to have to live with. Oh yeah, I took the picture before I marked the shirt.
p.s. If you're planning to say anything nasty, don't. It will really hurt me a lot.
p.p.s. Tony, the fact that I did this should tell you a little something about how much your friendship means to me. I wouldn't do this for just anyone.
p.p.p.s. Ryan and Jake: I know you're both clawing your eyes out right now. But come on, you knew you'd see something like this eventually. Think of Star Jones doing aerobics. See, there are worse things...
p.p.p.p.s. I almost forgot the rules. I need to tell you that I got the shirt from the very sexy Jonah at Muscle Boy in Training and I'm sending it to the equally sexy Knottyboy at After Sex I Bet He Smokes A Ham.
There. It's done.
A month ago Tony asked me if I would participate in his T-shirt gig. For those who don't know, there is a LargeTony T-shirt circulating among Tony's blogger friends that he hopes to have back by the time his blog turns two. He sent it out just after the blog turned one. Beyond "leaving a mark" on the T-shirt there was a requirement to be photographed in the T-shirt. If there was any reason that I dragged my feet since that shirt arrived in my mailbox, it's that I didn't want to deal with the photo part.
But the next person on the list (Knottyboy) has a specific plan, and it's time sensitive. So I needed to get my ass in gear and just do it. This afternoon I paced around a while to get some courage and then I got out my Canon. I set up the tripod. And I opened the envelope with the shirt in it. I hadn't even done that until today. I'm not a complete idiot at taking pictures, but my experience kind of took a vacation. In the end I realized that I was making too big of a deal about it. And then a devilish grin came across my face. I decided to do it without pants. I mean, if you're going to face a fear you might as well do it on your terms. Of all the photos, the one below struck me as the best. That's my semi-content "I like you" face. I realize that the lighting is a little dark, I cut off the top of my head, the T-shirt was riding up, and that if my leg was down I would totally be flashing the camera. Those are flaws that you guys are going to have to live with. Oh yeah, I took the picture before I marked the shirt.
p.s. If you're planning to say anything nasty, don't. It will really hurt me a lot.
p.p.s. Tony, the fact that I did this should tell you a little something about how much your friendship means to me. I wouldn't do this for just anyone.
p.p.p.s. Ryan and Jake: I know you're both clawing your eyes out right now. But come on, you knew you'd see something like this eventually. Think of Star Jones doing aerobics. See, there are worse things...
p.p.p.p.s. I almost forgot the rules. I need to tell you that I got the shirt from the very sexy Jonah at Muscle Boy in Training and I'm sending it to the equally sexy Knottyboy at After Sex I Bet He Smokes A Ham.
There. It's done.
posted by Larry at 6:40 PM
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