the baroness
vashti

her story

i don’t know how it happened. i don’t know what he did. one minute we were talking artful photography, the next minute i was on my knees with my panties in a ball by the door. Only two days before, i met usromance at a show in baltimore. the next night i saw him while waiting to powder my nose down on davis street. the next night, my bedroom. a strobe of light danced all over my body as flash after flash he exposed me. he said it was for art. he said he would write. we’d be friends now, he said to me.