"Here's the short-but-simple online biography of The Naked Lens: "I figured the world already had enough wedding photographers," he writes. "Most of my best friends are hookers, strippers or burners." The Naked Lens is photographer Mark Kaplan, a former naval air crewman and lifeguard who now works as a freelance shooter. Kaplan can be found photographing parties and events far off the beaten path, definitely not the dressy society wingdings the shiny sheets cover. His pix celebrate the tattooed, pierced, pink-haired and scantily clad. Burlesque shows are a favorite. Kaplan likes his subjects to have some skin in the game."
And in September 2016, I was the subject of Jenny Block's "Pillow Talk": http://www.dallasobserver.com/arts/pillow-talk-mark-kaplan-on-what-its-like-to-manage-leather-masters-deep-ellums-kinkiest-shop-8730920
44, single, never married, no children, looking for a partner for activities such as January rides on DART in your underwear, random acts of comic weirdness, dressing up as Santa Claus for a massive bar crawl, getting dirty, having fun.
At some point all of those events may happen at the same time. It'll probably be my funeral. Take the money and drink.
Whether it's a "mid-life crises" or just loss of naivety, my life has changed dramatically in the past five years or so.
I'm looking for experiential companions, people who are willing to do fabulous things simply for the experience and the memory of having done them.
I'm involved in several communities that mean very much to me: burlesque, hook suspension, and burners (as in Burning Man); they've all helped shaped who I am as a person, and have given me some of my closest friends.
Originally this answer had just that one word, but that seemed to be selling my art and myself short. Over the past ten years, photography has become an integral part of my life; I live it, I breathe it, it consumes me. But the goal isn't to obtain the most equipment (or bags), or to achieve technical perfection, and I'm probably the worst offender of whatever the "rules of photography" are supposed to be. It's being able to say to the world "this is how I see you, and you are beautiful".
My image of the Black Rock Bijou" at Burning Man 2013 was a finalist in the 11th Annual Smithsonian Photography Contest; Burning Man picked my image of that year's effigy burning as the cover of their 2016 calendar, and the Dallas Observer named me "Best Party Photographer" in their 2015 "Best of Dallas" issue.
So, yeah, I'm really good at photography.
And/or sparkly underwear.
Tales of the Cacophony Society.
Occasionally, the answer is "wear bunny ears and a tutu".
Burlesque, body suspension, Burning Man, slumber parties, Sunday brunch with bottomless mimosas, running around town in your underwear.
Alternatively, if you find any of that to be offensive, you should probably just move on to the next guy.