>>3699116at least get it right anon...
The camera lens is an extension of my phallus. Not in the physical sense but the emotional sense. Nearly100% of the photographs I take of attractive women that have reached menarche are taken without consent. This causes fear in my subjects. They are thinking “why is he taking these photos of me, what nefarious purpose does he have? Is he ruining my life? Does he have my permission? Is he going to profit off my image? Is he violating my privacy?” All as the shutter comes down hard again and again. I am feet from the woman I feel her unease and anxiety building.
*CLICK CLICK CLICK* She asks me to stop as I silently continue snapping photos of her, she is scared now while every shutter sound is sexually arousing to me. I am incharge now, this is my territory and you are my prey. My flaccid penis begins to fill with blood. She is angry now, fully in fight or flight mood. I back up and continue to pull the trigger. *CLICK CLICK CLICK*. Everytime the light bounces off her breasts and buttocks and hits my light sensor is a sexual assault. I am a serial rapist, the camera is my penis. I am an artist, the penis is my brush. I am a street photographer, my sexual energy is my motive. She needs to feel my energy. I can smell her on every photon.
She screams “Stop creep” “No” “Get away” as i continue taking her photograph, her likeness stored on electronic bytes for later enjoyment. Her consent means nothing to me. She will be mine forever.
