Posted the (fake) page of my full body nudes  in Escort Magazine. It’s still so completely wild to me that this was a thing. I’ve been thinking about how the would have happened and what might happen as a result.

From what I have heard I would take my photos on a film camera, so no way of knowing how good any photo is. But also then take it to a shop to be developed, meaning that the first person to see my nudes is probably the workers at the store.

The literally post the photos in an envelope, with a copy of the form. This would mean giving them my home address or at least an address where I could be reach and they could send the money.

The staff at the magazine decide on which photos to print. Maybe they put them up on a whiteboard in the office. Then someone does the layout for the magazine, adding the text with my name and details.

Then finally my exposure. 

Probably some weeks after I posted the photos the magazine is printed and shipped across the country and maybe even the world. Copies are boxed and shipped to newsagents, one to my local store. 

The van pulls up with a delivery. Boxes of different stock, including the unmarked brown box which the shop owner knows too well is full of nude girls photos. He opens it up the box, reaching up to put them neatly o the top shelf. 

A couple of the magazines fall out as he does so, spilling open and showing their contents.

His eyes widen as he says the first, a pro model showing off her naked body for the hundredth time. She looks so hot, but he closes over the mag to put it back.

Then turns to pick up the second. A 20year old amateur is on one half of the page, but naked in every photo. She’s been brazen enough to send her photos and there they are. He wonder who would do such a thing. His wife certainly would not show off her tits and shaven pussy like that. “Oh my that pussy”. His cock starts to firm up as he looks at it but then —

The door goes. An early morning customer. He puts the magazine on the top shelf, adjust the newspapers a bit, and goes back behind the counter.

At home, 4 hours later I realise I’ve no milk. Damn. Ok, I’ll just nip to the shop for some milk, it’s only 5mins away