That time I was a camboi

I sold cameras with my jaunty newsboy cap. I was the best camera seller in the entire American Southwest. I also did sex work, but that was neither here nor there. Camming was my very favorite thing. Determining which camera a customer truly needed was a matter of figuring out what the heck they were trying to capture. To focus on. This was a brilliant thing to see in another person. Day after day, figuring out what it was they might want to preserve. I also liked the sex work? but it was not as fun tbh I really like cameras. Old ones. The type with film, that you have to develop in a darkroom. Polaroids. I had a gift for it. And I had a gift for determining my customers' needs. It was really irritating to have to take breaks from it for the sex work, but I guess the sex work did pay the bills. I remained irritated by the perniciousness of webcams. They are inferior when it comes to film. Wait what the heck What if I just took sexy vintage photos of myself and sold them for money There's a market for that? Shit. Wait, there is. I could do like male boudoir stuff. This seems like a really good idea. Are there any angel investors who would help a boi out? I do have tremendous experience with this kind of thing... Hi. <3 What do you want to capture, sweetie? Tell me. Do you want to preserve the way light falls delicately on the edge of a china teacup? A brilliant sunset? Me, in my swimsuit, or in various other states of undress? Oh, your name is Cameron.