Last week, I returned home from my visit with family down South. I kissed the kids goodbye and with just one day in the city, I put on a suit for dinner, had sex with some friends, and dumped out my suitcase, only to repack and head off for Paris.
Vacations take some doing.
The heat followed me to Europe. As did the smut: I'm looking at a lot of art, and goodness, the sex abounds. I mean, will you look at this?
Thomas Couture, Les Romains de la Decadence, 1847
Alexandre Cabanel, Naissance de Venus, 1863
Edouard Manet, Le dejeuner sur l'herbe, 1863
Public nudity, orgies and languid nudes; why, I can't help but feel homesick.
Even surrounded by dirty pictures, I remember that you enjoy dirty words. Here are links to my most recent Sex Blog Roundups for Fleshbot.
Last week, we revisited l'amour. This week, we pay hommage to those who try new things.
Remember, my Sex Blog Roundups appear at Fleshbot each weekend; you can start the week right with those of my colleague, la belle Chelsea Girl.
I'm back with new posts after the first of the month.
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The life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
When told by my wife that our fifteen-year relationship was over, I found that everything in my life was upended. I took solace when friends and family pointed out I was no longer responsible for her personal happiness, just my own—and that of my four children.
I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
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I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
Jefferson
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7 comments:
"....dumped my suitcase....."
you messed up the nice clean apartment i left, didn't you? all that hard work, down the tubes......... ;-)
You clean up real nice.
Try new things...
Oh I'm about to do that...
But I wonder who reads will know what I mean.
I'm not as clear when I write...
Had to laugh.
*gasp!*
i can see that woman's bosoms!
that's just naughty
I've seen Le dejeuner sur l'herbe in person as well, last fall and it was one of my favorites. Enjoy Paris, and be sure to photograph Winged Victory..that statue is just gorgeous!
Love, didnt you know that we French are dirty little people? I mean look at my writing and photography...and this is most of the tame stuff. lol
big kisses -la petite
I've always loved "Le Dejeuner sur L'herbe". I love that it caused so much controversy when it was painted.
I'm all about the controversy, me. Hee.
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