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prince_of_nymphsThe 'sex tape' had turned out to not be much of a tape at all. It was only about five minutes long, and appeared to have been filmed on someone's camera phone. It was a bit kinky, yes, involving handcuffs and quite a bit of filthy talk, but... Honestly, Fin thought it was quite tame by his standards.
Still, it was out, and every media outlet had seemed to have something to say about it. The reactions ranged from shock and moral outrage, to long think pieces about how refreshing it was to see a sex tape that seemed genuinely candid, to even longer think pieces about the death of privacy. Though Fin's favourites had been the ones that pretended to be outraged that the clip was so short, and the few who'd been bold enough to reach out and talk to him about it.
In the end, loathe though he was to admit it, Crowley had been right. Owning it, in this case, had worked in his favour. The press and public were, for the most part, taking it quite well, and other than a few jokes on morning radio and late night telly, he'd come out unscathed. ...In fact, it had even opened a few doors for him. Over the past few days a few scripts had landed on his desk that he was positive he'd have never seen a week ago. Racier roles, roles that, for a change, didn't only cast him as straight.
Sure, he didn't want to fall into a pigeon hole of only playing gay men, but... Well, he couldn't say he wasn't eager to play a part where he'd be a bit more himself in some way.
It was all very freeing, and he was in a better mood than usual as he loitered outside his favourite club, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the cool night air.
(Find Fin outside any club. If you're feeling spicy, it can be a fetish club, if you're feeling tame, just a normal club. XD)
Still, it was out, and every media outlet had seemed to have something to say about it. The reactions ranged from shock and moral outrage, to long think pieces about how refreshing it was to see a sex tape that seemed genuinely candid, to even longer think pieces about the death of privacy. Though Fin's favourites had been the ones that pretended to be outraged that the clip was so short, and the few who'd been bold enough to reach out and talk to him about it.
In the end, loathe though he was to admit it, Crowley had been right. Owning it, in this case, had worked in his favour. The press and public were, for the most part, taking it quite well, and other than a few jokes on morning radio and late night telly, he'd come out unscathed. ...In fact, it had even opened a few doors for him. Over the past few days a few scripts had landed on his desk that he was positive he'd have never seen a week ago. Racier roles, roles that, for a change, didn't only cast him as straight.
Sure, he didn't want to fall into a pigeon hole of only playing gay men, but... Well, he couldn't say he wasn't eager to play a part where he'd be a bit more himself in some way.
It was all very freeing, and he was in a better mood than usual as he loitered outside his favourite club, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the cool night air.
(Find Fin outside any club. If you're feeling spicy, it can be a fetish club, if you're feeling tame, just a normal club. XD)
