Dubious chainsaw

I'm still fresh from today's class.  Currently sitting in The Standard, which was my first stop when I got back into town.

I had two bookings today.  One in Edinburgh, which needed two models - and which necessitated some rapid recruiting earlier in the week when one of my regular models had to drop out at short notice and all the others were busy.  And one in Glasgow, which just needed me.

This was my second visit to the Tiki Bar.  And, happily, this booking ran a lot more smoothly than the last one.  The girls arrived early, which was a bit jarring, because Tammara (my tutor for this event) and I were still setting things up.  I stepped forward to speak to the girls, and two of them stepped forward, making urgent "shushing" motions before I could say anything that might spoil the surprise they had in mind.

I drew those girls aside and - thinking I'd had the time wrong - started to apologise for not being ready, but thankfully it wasn't my fault.  They had arrived early and we decided it would be best if they went upstairs, got something to eat and came down when they were ready to start the class.  I told them I was flexible on the times, so long as they finished up by 5PM (an hour after their class was scheduled to conclude) and asked them how they wanted to proceed.

They had a Brad Pitt mask, because the bride was a huge fan, and we quickly fleshed out a basic plan.  In the end, I wore the mask, hid behind the bar and waited.  Tammara let the girls arrive, told them she had forgotten the props (our favourite ploy) and went behind the bar to "find" something she could use.  We had decided a lantern would be perfect - so she walked back into the room carrying the lantern, told the girls she had found the perfect prop and then said that Brad Pitt would hold it for them.

Surprisingly, it felt a bit weird to be wearing a mask for that first pose.  I never would have anticipated it, but I felt a little self-conscious and couldn't help wondering if the girls would feel uncomfortable with it.  The mask made me feel a bit disconnected - like I wasn't really engaging with them - and I felt bad about that.

After the first pose, though, Tammara asked the girls to say goodbye to Brad and hello to Graham - and the class continued.

The other thing I felt slightly self-conscious about was the fact that I had modelled for another class on men's intimate waxing earlier this week.  The girl who had waxed me asked me if I had any preferences about styles, but I was happy to leave that up to her, so I told her I was flexible.  The waxing tutor - Kim Lawless - asked her what she wanted to do, and she said "I want to take it all off."  I was ultimately left with a bit of a diamond shaped patch just above the belt line, but everything else was taken.  It was a nice look, though, and I'll be very happy to use that therapist again in the future.  I was very comfortable with her.  Nobody in the group commented on - or asked questions about the lack of a thatch, though.  I thought about commenting myself - explaining the smooth look - but in the end, I kind of liked leaving them to draw their own conclusions.  Of course, if any of them read this, their potential curiosity will be satisfied.

There were some great pictures.  A couple of really cool, artistically adventurous depictions of my penis, though.  One drew eyes on the testicles and turned the "diamond" into a punk hairstyle.  She even seemed to draw sharp teeth onto the shaft, though I'm not sure if that was intentional.

Another girl focused on the penis as well, and ended up with something that reminded me of a chainsaw.  I loved it.

Ultimately, though, the winner was one of the final pictures to be drawn.  I looked googly eyed and weird.  So a perfect likeness.

And finally... back to Edinburgh, then on to the Standard so I could collect the sketchpads that Alison and the two models had used there.  And in a little while... rest.

It's been a fun day.