Born in a Barn
It’s fair to say that growing up in deepest, darkest Hampshire instilled in me a love for the countryside, agriculture, outdoor nakedness and animal husbandry (though the less said about the last one, the better). As part of the vastly talented Holly Revell’s Darkroom photography series, I found myself naked, surrounded by very buff male dancers, in the middle of this barn-themed gropefest.
I’m the one in the middle. You can tell by the tattoo on the sole of my foot, and by my left-hand’s gravitation to the cowboy’s penis, which was, incidentally, large.