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I mentioned some time ago that I have been acting in front of a camera. Well. ^^'

I was in a drama high school, and many of my classmates continued to a field where they are with media, or performers, etc. One of them is learning to become a...light expert? As in tv and movies, I can't remember the right word. She posted in Facebook that she and rather big group in her school are doing a school project and they would need extras. They already had the actors for speaking roles. The only problem was that the extras would have to be naked. I conidered this for awhile and when I was assured that there would be several extras naked, I agreed, as it would take only two days.

I went there, got the make up and the filth on me. The short film told how pigs had mutated to become, well, humans, and humans were their food but regular people didn't know that humans were sentient. In true Finnish fashion, there were outdoor filmings. In bloody february. The first day we were at the back of a van and walking to it, absolutely naked. It was actually quite fun. ^^ Except that my primary school classmate's father was there, as he is a cameraman and apparently teaches there too. It was bit awkward but later when we bumped to each other in may and my parents were there too he called me rather brave. ^^

The skin paint didn't really get off, so I decided to scrub only my face and hands as next day I would get a new coat of it anyways.

Next day we were in a basement where the air was honestly quite awful and made me feel like I was always about to sneeze. At the end of the day we went to sauna, mixed oviously and tried to scrub the paint and powder and whatever off. In the end I decided to screw it and let it get off naturally, and it took about two weeks to completely be off. =D

I saw the short film and it was actually, honestly quite good. I wish I could get a DVD from it, I would like to look and review my own acting in it.

But in the end it was rather body-positive experience and I loved it. I didn't feel ashamed or embarassed, and I got to see a quite a lot of dicks. Whish isn't that fun when they are on middle-aged and older men. There was a one man who flirted with me, but he was old enough to be my father and he backed off when I said that it was not appreciated. He was also occasionally bit too close to me, but he didn't give me anxiety or uneasy feelings, unlike some. (check my last post if I have friended you)


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June 2017



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