(Photos courtesy of Abraham-Hicks……)
One of my hobbies is photography. I like to take pictures—and be redundant, apparently. I always take my pictures at an angel, because I believe in making a political statement with photography.
I don’t take straight pictures, because life isn’t straight. And people aren’t straight either.
In my research as a political photographer, I have found that heterosexuality is just a state of mind, not an actual straightness or angel.
I mean, I can’t do anything straight. I can’t even make a straight line with a ruler.
Besides, people are either hetero, homo, bi, or that other thing, where you’re just recreational: Metrosexual.
But I refuse to take pictures of germs!
Past Employment History
I’m not a full-time political photographer. I’ve had other jobs. In 2001, I used to work for the national dispatch center. My title was Bilingual Text Messenger. That was a crazy job. The faster you took the messages, the faster the calls would come in. The regular calls, were for attorney’s or doctors, but I also got some freaky calls.
“This is Tamika. I wanna leave a message for Andre.
Can you tell him that I’m waiting for him to get over here and run his thick lips up and down my thigh….. “
“Excuse me miss, I can’t leave a message like that,” I would say, not knowing whether to yell at her, or just laugh!
“Oh, ok, sorry. Just tell him that I’m neked.”
“How do you spell that?”
Then I would get the suspicious calls.
“Message Center for Lee Dog may I take your message please?”
“Yeah, tell him that Chris said that the squirrel is in the tree.”
“The squirrel is in the tree? “
We had to read everything verbatim, so I said, “The message I’m sending reads, “The squirrel is in the tree. Chris.”
“Is this correct?”
“Thank you, have a nice day.”
I knew that wasn’t a patient calling his doctor. That was a client calling his vet!