Sometimes things don’t go your way. This week, my Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot highlights tales of times when the shit hits the fan.
But you know, it’s worth keeping out an eye for silver linings.
Thanks to those of you who have already responded to my Naked Appeal. My friends at Condomania offered to send a bright shiny box of a dozen condoms for the cause. I’m ever grateful, of course. Twelve condoms should get us through a lazy afternoon around these parts.
What we need are buckets of condoms. Cartloads. Truckloads.
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My pockets were stuffed with condoms as Viviane, Selina and I returned from Dark Odyssey last night, even as the remaining campers were settling into the final night of carousing. It was hard to leave our new friends, but, you know, real life called.
Or rather, it called most of us. We left Marcus behind.
I waved goodbye to my boyfriend as he stood near the hot tub, wearing only skimpy underwear and a bright award ribbon. His naked attendants waved back to me before helping Marcus away on his crutches.
Award? Crutches?
Oh, that’s a long story.
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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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6 comments:
Hop to it babe! You can't leave us in suspense for too long!
It'd be just cruel!
"It's 11:00, I'm going to Nina's Cocksucking workshop!
OK...I'll be at Sex Magic, but tell me what I missed!
...No wait, I can't. I'll be up at the Ampitheater, being rubbed down with Dr. Bronner's and massage oil, then having sex!
..OK, but later I promised to flog ____..."
I am so tired.
You are such a tease.
Or rather, it called most of us. We left Marcus behind.
Don't worry, he was in good hands.
You know, I was going to note something along the lines of "Ah! The suspense!" and then I realized I've been left in MUCH more blue-ballsing situations via the sex blogs. So I'll be patient and wait for the fabulous stories I'm sure are to come.
Never pegged you for the coy type to drag out the suspense. Ah well... I can be patient as you already are aware.
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