Stefan Varga
- Mr V
- Apr 15, 2019
- 2 min read
To conclude the first half of the participants of Everyday Heroes, I would like to introduce myself - Stefan Varga "Mr V", the photographer & creator of this project. I have decided to participate as well as I have battled body issues my entire life.
"Photography is much more than taking commercial photographs that clients order or pay us to take. No matter what our professions are, we all have the power to make a difference within our communities.
With Everyday Heroes, I would like to put a spotlight on those ordinary individuals who do or did something extraordinary.
I have decided to launch Everyday Heroes with "Body Issues" as the first ever project, hopefully out of many more to come. Through photographs we will tell various stories of individuals within the LGBTQI community in Malta.
I have spent eleven years living in the UK where I completely avoided the gay scene and like a hermit, stayed indoors in the safety bubble of my small apartment.
Living in Malta and being exposed to a much smaller community helped me to open the doors and unleashed possibilities I never dreamt of. More importantly it made me want to be included and explore the lgbtqi community more.
When I was growing up, around the age of fifteen when I entered puberty I just knew right away that I was different to other classmates. I didn't know any gay people back then, as they were often used as a source of ridicule or entertainment mainly in the media. Words such as "gay" but in a much nastier versions were, and are still primarily used as swear words in the country where I am from.
I'm pretty sure that I was surrounded by other gay people, but I'm also pretty sure that same as me, they were hiding most of their lives.
This was one of reasons I left Slovakia and sought acceptance in the UK.
It was hard growing up and not being able to experience first love, first kiss or first sexual experience the way other straight friends and kids my age were experiencing. What was even harder was the fact I was not being able to talk about it freely with anybody.
I felt like a weirdo a freak and whilst I wasn't out, many made fun of my mannerism, the way I talked or acted. Sadder was however, that I had nobody to confide in, who would tell me I'm normal and I have nothing to be ashamed of.
Through my portraits I will tell stories of people like myself, who went through similar and even more difficult experiences. Body Issues are just the tip of the iceberg - there are many more things I would like to feature.
Art is a tool which can be used in many different ways. I'm hoping that the portraits we capture will help others to find their ground and show them that if nobody else is listening, we are 📷"
After all... everyone is a hero!
- Mr V
She doesn’t flinch when people misunderstand her. She’s long stopped expecting the world to see clearly through its fog of judgment. They say her choices are scandal. They say her body is a transaction. But they forget that she has chosen this. Chosen to stand in a space that scares others. Chosen to turn what they call sin into survival, and survival into strength. She’s not waiting for permission to exist.
call girl in jodhpur
In her world, names are fluid. One for work, one for life, sometimes none at all. And yet, in the quiet moments when no one’s calling for her, she whispers her real name to herself like a prayer — not to remember, but to remind. Remind herself that beyond the roles she plays, beyond the eyes that want pieces of her, there still exists a woman who belongs to no one. That name holds her memories, her softness, her real laughter. That name is untouched by hands or whispers.
call girl in udaipur
There’s a loneliness that comes with clarity. Once you stop lying to yourself, it’s hard to stay close to people who still are. She doesn’t pretend anymore—not for love, not for family, not for comfort. She would rather be alone in her truth than surrounded by people living behind masks. That’s why her circle is small. That’s why her nights are often quiet. Not because she’s unloved, but because she has no use for love that demands she shrink.
call girl in jaipur
She knows people think she’s broken. They say it in soft suggestions, in backhanded concern, in curious questions coated in judgment. “Do you think you’ll ever stop?” “Don’t you want something more?” She smiles. Not bitterly, but wisely. Because they don’t see the ‘more’ she already has. The control. The choices. The financial independence. The freedom to say yes or no without apology. What they call broken, she calls rebuilt. What they call damage, she calls depth.
call girl in pune
call girl in chandigarh
She’s learned how to disappear in plain sight. In crowded rooms, in late-night lobbies, in cars with tinted windows. She listens more than she speaks. She watches. She reads people the way others read books. She can tell when someone is aching, even if they’re laughing. She can tell when someone is lying, even if their voice is calm. It's a skill sharpened by necessity, by experience, by survival. And though she is surrounded by people every night, she often feels like the only one truly awake.