This Terry Richardson meme won’t quit. Apparently there’s a lot of pent up rage against the guy from both gorgeous women and losers of the baby race. This is a perfect time for me to jump on board and talk about myself so maybe I can get a link to Gawker and sell more DVDs or books whatever.
This Terry Richardson meme won’t quit. Apparently there’s a lot of pent up rage against the guy from both gorgeous women and losers of the baby race. This is a perfect time for me to jump on board and talk about myself so maybe I can get a link to Gawker and sell more DVDs or books or whatever. I never really made it as a model or a writer, so this is a chance to get recognition as both….
Terry Richardson kind of raped me too. I mean, he tricked me into posing nude for him. It was HORRIBLE. The first thing him and his assistants did was become hilarious L.E.S.-type dudes who make off-color jokes and listen to 80s hardcore. This forced me to enjoy myself and laugh my head off. Then we told funny sex stories until Dr. Pepper came out of our noses. That’s the worst because it totally burns your nose. At the peak of this dark, dark, dark chucklefest I said, with tears pouring down my face, “Hey, anybody know what time it is?” and revealed I had drawn a clock face on my phallus. Before you knew it, the camera was out and the film inside it raped me.
I swore I would only return to Terry’s studio a few hundred times after that first encounter and I’ll be damned if I didn’t stick to my guns. Not one month after that, after mentioning my dick was so big I could step on my foreskin, he used music and laughter to make me demonstrate. Being a model is something I’ve always wanted to do because I feel that standing there and being gorgeous is a great way to help children in Africa. I also need to pay for my kids’ school so I HAD to do it. Oh yeah, and Terry holds some kind of magic key you NEED to get into Doctors Without Borders — sorry, modeling (I always confuse the two).
Anyway, though I signed a release and was duped into thinking this was a good time, I later discovered many men had been exploited in the same way. Men permanently shamed by having their penises publicized. It was a nude nightmare. In fact, Terry even raped himself by featuring photos of his own face covered in jizz! Is there no limit to this exploitation? I tried to tell myself this was different than hipster porn because it’s in art books that don’t make money and it’s not sold in porn shops and Terry actually makes his money from non-pornographic fashion shoots and ad campaigns (business that’s HURT not HELPED by these nude shoots) and I remembered seeing all the models who refused to be naked and how happily everyone there shrugged and went, “No problem” when that was made clear, but that didn’t take away the picture of me with a stretchy penis that my kids might see one day so, um…
The worst part is I never knew Terry had a reputation for taking pictures like these. He never publicizes his work and makes it almost impossible to know what kind of photographs he likes to take.
A stripper making out with her lesbian girlfriend. Poor girls.
Oh the humanity!