Bad Love Part Two

If you haven't read part one click here before you read part two.

I know what you must have thought of me last time that you read about my story. Some slutty tramp with bad hygiene, that stands on streets. Please I do have some respect for myself, I only settle for good paying men and women. I used to just please men but I soon found out that you could get a lot more work from servicing both, and women pay a lot more than men in tips which really surprised me. Especially the housewives who husbands were out at work. See when you think about it a lot of people would just think that it is the men that are sleeping around but in actual fact it’s pretty much even everyone is as bad as each other.

I grew up in a house with my mum and it wasn’t a massive house and we slept in the same room because we both felt most comfortable this way once my father disappeared one night. We will never know what happened to him, if he ran away or if he got murdered either way my mother didn't hate him for leaving. She said he must of had a reason to leave and he would come back to us if he was meant to one day. My mother also believes that it was going to happen no matter what and all our lives are already planned out. Me. I think its all a pile of shit. I went to school I got good grades which I’m sure you wouldn’t have thought and I studied hard at college and did really well in biology and wanted to become some form of a scientist. But one night when out with some friends and man invited me back to his place and when we were done he gave me some money and left. At first I thought it was for the room but when I got downstairs all had been paid for and I didn't need to pay for anything. This was when it all changed and I would go out on nights and whisper dirty things in the men’s ears about what I would do to them and then say I could make it happen for this price. Some would push me off tell me to take my diseased vagina elsewhere but most of them were to drunk to care and would pay and the more drunk the more of a tip I got.

My mum and I no longer talk to each other and although she says my life was meant to happen this way and was meant to change to be like its not what she wanted and could no longer look at me. It was like I had come out to my mother and said I was a lesbian. I only sleep with people for money, it means I can buy nice things and I pay the rent without having to work stupid hours at work. What’s so wrong about that? But still she said if her life is planned to she will accept it one day.

I'm sure you want to know about what happened to the rest of my journey so I was on the bus back to Colt Street.

When I arrived at Colt Street and took the walk down to the house I saw a car parked outside the house. The smaller girl who was watching television last time I was here is being put inside the car by a female. "Angela" I find myself saying. As I watch her place the young child in the car seat of the car I wonder if it is Angela and she turns and I’m not sure if she is looking at me or something else but either way she doesn’t look long and gets something out of the boot. I take my phone out of its pocket and as she turns after shutting the boot I hit capture and the picture has taken. The slightly blurry picture but a picture none the less of Angela. As I hover over the picture I press enter and click set as background. When I look up the car has already pulled away and is further down the street.

"Miss" I stir from my sleep "This is the last stop, I’m going to have to ask you to get off the bus" I look around and I have fallen asleep on the bus and its back at the bus main station. I glance down and see that I was staring at the image of Angela on my phone before I fell asleep.
"Sorry. I must have fallen asleep" I grab my small bag and follow the driver down to the bottom of the bus. "Thank you"
"Get home safe" I glance at my watch and another bus could take me around to my house but I can't be bothered to wait another 10 minutes and the walk would do me good. Plus the evening isn’t as cold as it could have been and I should enjoy the weather whilst it lasts. As I walk home I pass a set of shops and newsagents. I always walk close to them as I find that’s the safest route to take instead of on the wide path, not that our area is full of thugs but I just like to be safe. Then someone walks out of a shop directly into me.
"Oh gosh I’m so sorry" I begin to say when I realise its the little girl that only comes up to about my hip" The little girl is rubbing her head from the bump. "Did you hurt your head?" I bend down to her level and give a kiss onto her forehead. Then it dawns on me that this is the little girl from Colt Street. Angela’s daughter. The little girl begins to rub her head again but is looking at me now. I stand up and pick her up in my arms. I look at her and say "Shall we find you your mummy?"

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I hope you all enjoyed part two of Bad Love and want to come back and read part three when it arrives.
All content Copyright Michael Sweeney Photographyapart from image.

"Amnesia" Update

Amnesia

(Artwork Rebecca Archer - Photography Michael Sweeney Photography)

Amnesia is the main title of a series of webisodes that are going to take place which is made by Milletti Films. The episodes are short fashion thrillers and episode one has just landed. The first episode is called "Leftovers" and as I like to describe it is, its a slap in the face that keeps you coming back for more.

To check out the episode click here.

The series was great to watch and whilst on set helping out I did some behind the scenes shots.
These turned out really well and one of them even ended up on the lead poster for Amnesia. In the photographs we have the main lead Francesca Lever, Director Sam Milletti and Make up artist Becki Thorne.

To see the full set of "Amnesia" behind the scenes photographs please click here.

Hope you all enjoy the episode I can't wait for the next episode can you? I will keep you to date with everything else thats going on soon so keep your eyes peeled for that.

Michael


All content copyright Michael Sweeney Photography

Bad Love

"Bad Love"

As I pull up my lacy underwear that he couldn’t even take off me because he was so horny, I think about someone he has at home that doesn’t know about this. I wonder if he’s thinking about them when we were doing it and regretting any moment.

Part of me can see why some men come for this. They want a bit of a freedom from the everyday sex that his partner gives. It’s like working in the same job over and over again you have to have a day off once in a while. But the beauty of them coming here is that they can have sex with me pretend for a few minutes that they are with someone else. I am someone else that he fantasises about and then we are done he pays me some money and I'm gone. The fantasy that is in the back of his head that he wouldn’t be able to ask his wife to act out has been fed and he can go back to how he was. Most don’t walk me out of the hotel room and leave me there to walk out on my own. But something possesses me to follow this man. When we were having sex he called me Angela. I wonder who this woman is and never before has this happened to me but I get up off the bed leaving the covers still crumpled and grab my coat. As I come outside of the hotel it is colder than I remembered and I struggle to get my arms in the sleeves, as I see the man who has left me behind walk on down the street. The sun is starting to set and as I walk along it blinds me each time it pokes out of the large buildings that tower over the top of me. I begin to wonder if I have had any of these other men who pass me in the street and if they ever remember me as I pass. Or if ever they do think they recognise me, do they see me or do they see the one that they wanted to see. Like Angela. The man ahead looks around and jumps onto the next bus. As I step on I see him sit near the back and I slip into a seat further forward next to a female who has her ipod in. The bus sets off and I stare at the front watching all the people get off making sure that it isn’t him leaving. Each time that buzzer goes off and the sign flashes my stomach flips. It is about another ten minutes until the buzzer next goes off and I watch as he walks past me and I wait a few seconds before standing up myself. As I get to the doors he stops and I freeze waiting for him to turn around yet he doesn’t and walks down the street to the right. As I step off myself the bus doors close behind me and the bus carries on down the road. I don’t even recognise where I am but for now this doesn’t matter and I follow the man with some distance as I don’t want him to see me. Then he turns into a driveway and enters the front door which he closes as quickly as he came earlier in bed. As I stand by the driveway looking at the average sized house with its double glazed windows and wonder if it’s Angela inside and if she wonders where he has been or why he has taken his tie before he got in the door or if Angela is even in there. A cat slowly walks up to me from underneath a small bush that was at the side of the garden. As the cat comes over and rubs in between my legs I pick him up and he begins to purr. Then out of the corner of my eye I see a small girl sat in what looks like a living room with the TV images flashing onto her face. Then the light flickers on and he walks into the room. I wonder what it would be like to settle down and have a family and do things with all of them and buy small bits for the house each month when you could afford them. But then he glances out of the window directly at me. I stand there without being able to move and he walks over to the window and grips hold of the curtains and closes them. I stand there just looking at them for a while no knowing what to do and then the cat begins to wriggle and I place him on the ground. He runs over towards the front door that has just opened. He stares at me and then says “What are you doing here, I paid you now piss off”. A smile spreads across my face; I turn my back and walk off back in the direction of the bus stop. I don’t have to glance back because I know he’s watching me walk away so I raise my hand and wave goodbye without looking. When I get to the wall I begin to laugh at myself at what I have done. As the bus pulls up and stops I turn around to see the name of the road. "Colt Street" I mutter to myself.

I lay panting on the bed as the gentleman in front of me begins to pull on his underwear. He was a cocky man and before we even got to it I knew he knew he was good at sex. He looks at me and gives me a wink and chucks an envelope on the bed. I rip it open and inside is the agreed money. He hasn’t fully put his suit back on and he says “Thanks ..... erm” .

“Angela my names Angela” I reply.
“Thanks Angela, hopefully see you soon” he gives me another wink and leaves the room. I then realise what I had said and I sit up.

I sit at the bus stop and the 607 comes around the corner. It stops in front of me and the doors open. No one else is at the bus stop with me and the bus driver calls

“Do you want this bus”

"Sorry no I...." Angela pops into my head "How much for Colt Street?"

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I hope you enjoyed this fictional piece on a made up prostitute. Keep yours eyes posted for part two. All content Copyright Michael Sweeney Photography apart from picture.

The Memory Of Me, Is What Will Stay

The Memory Of Me, Is What Will Stay

I’ve watched you sleep,

I’ve seen you grow,

Every night I'm next to you,

Laying by your pillow.

I long to touch your soft hair,

But I know you will not know that I'm there,

What I would give for your sweet kiss,

Or for all those moments I will forever miss.

Some days I see you remember,

Those thoughts of me,

One day you will move on,

As you should,

Which you will see.

I am in no pain,

I suffer not,

When you move on,

My memory will not be forgot,

So remember this,

Next time he’s here,

Take the hint,

Of the offer for drink.

Then when you go out,

I will fade,

But the memory of me,

Is what will stay.

For Sam Milletti

By Michael Sweeney

This Poem is something I wrote for Sam Milletti and the reason why I wrote it was because I was thinking about if I died before I was old and if I stayed behind to keep Sam company as a ghost watching over him until he found someone else which is when my ghost would disappear but the memories of me would stay.