My Glamorous Life
I spent the better part of last Sunday in a cramped photo studio, trying to convince this 9-foot python to pose gracefully around an 80-pound stripper who was completely terrified of it.
The shoot lasted nearly three hours. My job was to wrangle the snake into position while avoiding touching a complete stranger's naked body in any way that would seem overly enthusiastic. (Notice I didn't say "unprofessional." She was a stripper, after all. Who knows where THAT line is.)
By the next day my arms hurt as though I had been lifting weights. 50 pound snakes decide where they want to go and then they go there, regardless of the artistic integrity of your photo.
This picture was not shot by the photographer, but by the woman I was working for when it was all over. I wasn't the person paying for the pro, so this was all I have to show for the day. It's too bad. I would have loved "real" photos with Sophie the python. I might have to beg to use her in a shoot of my own someday.
When I got home I emailed tastee about my day's adventures. She wrote back, "Your life is so glamorous!" Hah!