i've got all the boys.

photo 1 of the 2nd half of my 16 image final project for digital imaging II.
part 2: all i aspire to be, or hope to be seen as by others.
this IS a self portrait - I controlled the light, made the set, picked the boys, told them how to dress, AND i used a shutter remote to actually take the photo. and i'm in it. therefore it is a self portrait, ye?

i like them black boys. i like them white boys. i like them asian boys. i like them mixed-race boys. i like them spanish boys. i like italian boys. i like them brazilian boys. i like puerto rican boys. i like them tall boys. i like them short boys. i like them brown-haired boys. i like them blonde boys. i like them big boys. i like them skinny boys. i even like those scrawny, scottish, into pop music but not, like, sorta like, pop-dance-electro music.

all i've ever aspired to be was a slut~!
except not really.

when i was little, i wasn't just a little gross like i am now. i wasn't just fat, i was like SUPER fat, and SUPER disturbingly ugly, and had no friends. i was the target of everyone's abuse and teasing up until i was like 14. but all the while, i hoped and dreamed that by the time i'd be 16 or so, i'd be beautiful and wanted by everyone and have tons of boys chasing after me.

WELL.
i like how that turned out. except not.. hahahah.
i'm 20 years old right now, and i still haven't had even one decent boy sincerely like me in my whole life. this photo deserves to be turned into a FAIL macro.

this photoshoot was nearly a bomb, it was so painfully awful for me for so many reasons, and the end product looks like like poo. and the fact that all the boys look very displeased (lmao @ the hands on my shoulders) instead of sexy aggressive proves my point: i was never a man's lady, and never will be.
they tried, though. i think.

other things of note:
- the boys: tony (who i just met that day hah), victor, sean, chris.
- victor was photoshopped in, and my head is from another photo from this shoot.
- speshul thanks to: sean who came over the river and through the woods via bike to get to my house (lmao) and my friend vanessa for: the jacket, standing in for me while i focused and adjusted my lighting, directing me in the photo so i didnt end up with 5 chins, driving sean part way to my house, aaaaand.. moral support. phew. D:
- that is genuine displeasure on my face. at that point i was ready to choke everybody at that shoot because i was tired and angry at late people. you really had to be there.

one more disclaimer:
to be quite honest, i would never play the field, and i would so much rather have one man.. and have the SAME man for the rest of my entire life.