Notes XI

Crossing the line—between se
and love...

When we make love, we set in
motion a pattern of emotions...
I always wanted to be an

Vanessa was a professional—
sex worker, not anthropologist.
But I "fell" for her just the same.
—And with 8 earrings (just the
right ear), there was no way
that was going to work out.

I was always happy when I found
her—we'd never echanged
telephone numbers.

She knew I wanted to photograph
more women for this portfolio.
"No vaya con otras viejas!"

"Don't sleep with other women!"
she admonished, half-joking,
as she checked into the usual
short-time hotel with a customer,
and I went upstairs with my
tripod and another model.