Falling Into a Dream

I didn't grow up thinking I wanted to make magazines. I didn't have dreams of becoming a big-boob photographer. I wanted to be a Rock Star!

But, in the mean time, I had to make a living, so I decided to become a web designer. It was creative, It was fun. And when I clicked “Save”, it was live. Not music, but OK.

So, I went to solicit my first client: Magna Publishing. Turns out they publish magazines, lots of magazines, lots of big-boob magazines.

The interview went well. It was one of the sons. He said that they were going to begin developing their web-presence, and he'd be in touch.

He called a few days later and asked me to come in to meet the father. So, I did.

Our talk was going well. It looked like I was going to get the gig, when all of a sudden, the father asked, “Are you looking for a job or free-lance?”

Well, I really wasn't looking for a job, I had just taken a five-year lease on a 2500 sq ft space that was going to become my office. So I said, “I'm not looking for a job, but what are you offering?”

He said that they were looking for an in-house webmaster, and what would I need to take the job?

I had just left a job teaching at a business school, and I really didn't want a job, so I asked for $10k more than what I had been taking. He didn't even flinch, he said “OK”.

Shit! $10k more than I had been making, plus benefits, plus a 401k... I couldn't turn it down.

Four years later, I was given an opportunity to create Cleavage, and ultimately, the editorship of Gent, D-Cup and Busty Beauties.

I fell into magazines, I fell into shooting big boobs. These things were never part of my plan.

Oh well, there are a lot of worse ways to make a living!