Why would a man do boudoir?
I’m a disabled vet, turning 50 in a of couple weeks and work as the Chief Operations Officer for a small environmental consulting firm in Florida.
In recent years I've been becoming aware of the impacts of my PTSD and how that translates to my family, friends, and intimate relationships.
I love being around my friends and bringing happiness to my surroundings, but that often leads to a lack of boundaries and forgetting to advocate for myself. My passions beyond entertaining my friends, would be spending time outdoors and anything that promotes relaxing.
I turned a corner several months ago with regard to my mental and physical health.
The awareness I gained then turned to accountability which then turned to vulnerability.
So, I started to do the work.
There were things in my life I needed to improve upon and through that accountability and vulnerability, I was led to Molly. I wanted a way to capture the work I had done physically in pictures, but also wanted them to show the emotion, the path, and the confidence I gained.
This photo shoot is documenting turning 50 and gaining a measure of awareness that makes me want to be a better man.
A better steward of the land and a rock in all aspects of any relationship with my fellow humans.
If you asked how I felt leading up to the session I would say the easy answer would be nervous, but I simply wasn't. Molly guided, talked, taught, and lead me through the whole process. In the weeks and months leading up to it, I got more and more excited about stepping outside my comfort zone and just trusting her process.
I was motivated by remembering who the fuck I am.
I had forgotten what I was capable of and how much positivity actually surrounded me. My journey helped me regain that little piece of character that lit a fire.
Taking photos, I felt relaxed. Part of the process. The 8-9 hours I spent with Molly was the best time I have spent with a single person, in years. Nothing was off limits in conversation and in sitting for the pictures.
SEVERAL moments stick out but there was one that was captured on film.
I see that picture and feel like I was the rawest and happiest I have been in a very long time.
In the first location, after the posing and loosening up, there was a moment where Molly and I were just being real and talking shit. She captured me laughing in a genuine situation that was completely organic and unscripted. I didn't even know she was still snapping photos.
I see that pic and feel like I was the rawest and happiest I have been in a very long time.
When I see that pic, I still get the same reaction.
In the nude session,
I wasn't sure what to expect. She had explained her vision, and I was just going with it. At first it was just "turn this way" ..."lift your arm" ... etc...
But there was this moment where she wasn’t saying anything, I was just there, nude, vulnerable and facing the setting sun when I got this overwhelming feeling of "resetting".
Like THIS was the moment I needed to feel. This represented the turning point, and I suddenly was in control of the things that plagued me.
When the session was over, I felt overwhelming relief. Not that it was over,
but that mentally and emotionally, Molly moved me through a membrane that was an absolute new beginning.
I felt like I had just prepared my message to the world and now it’s time to move forward.
Emotionally, I've gained a confidence in my self-image, my ability to speak from a place that has boundaries and most importantly, the courage to advocate for myself.
Do it.....Just FUCKING do it!!!! See yourself through a different filter and fall in love with yourself again...and again... and again....Just DO it!!!!
I cannot say enough about the energy Molly brings to this process. From the day we first spoke, to today, well after the session, she has been a professional, a healer, a leader, and now a loving friend.
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A chaotic army of feelings flood into my mind and whitewashes my vision. I’m mad at the stick that tripped me and I break it into fucking pieces. I throw the reminisce into the whispering grasses and watch them swallow my anger. I fall to my knees and cry. Cry for my true self, cry for my rage, cry for my confusion, cry for my desire that is being ignored.