Anyone who takes a peek at the friends clustered at my MySpace profile must be immediately impressed, as I am, that this blog has the hottest readers anywhere.
So perhaps it comes as no surprise that so many enjoy sending nude photographs my way. I don’t mind that at all, so long as the nudist has the good manners to ask before hitting the send button.
Every now and then, I’m pleased to share a photograph here.
Li’l Bit of Li’l Bit on the Side wrote to tell me that she and some of the girls were enjoying a nice evening in a hot tub when conversation turned to Marcus and me, and our respective blogs.
Soon, feet were swirling under the bubbles. And the next thing you know . . . well . . .
How about that? I guess women really do have sex with one another without my telling them to do so. So much for my theory to the contrary.
Although, Li’l Bit tells me that Marcus and I were there in spirit, so perhaps we shouldn’t be too hasty in discarding a thesis so well grounded in observation.
After all, I, for one, have never personally witnessed lesbian sex that I did not personally witness.
L’il Bit was happy to let me post this photograph, pointing out that she is only visible from the eyebrows up and the calves down. Truth is, this is not at all unusual in photographs she sends to me.
Maybe these are her finest features?
By the way, it seems that every time I mention my MySpace profile, I get laid because of it. So may I remind everyone that I have a MySpace profile?
Just to keep those cameras buzzing, I’d like to make a special request. For the next month or so, in keeping with the season, I would like to see more holiday-themed nude photographs of my readers.
Heck, I may even post a few here.
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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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11 comments:
Oh, you big tease! I have yet to send you a pic of my finest features. My calves do look good though. mwah!
I got yer misteltoe right here...
Hmm...I'm so determined to find an instance of lesbian sex that doesn't involve you...
And this slightly reminds me of the Friends episode where Pheobe tries to find an unselfish good deed... lol
Ok, now if I go and have sex with a girl just to prove to you lesbian sex happens without you, does that mean it doesn't count?
If you have lesbian sex to prove a point to me, then that does involve me, Avah.
You may as well give up trying.
It's widely known that I am the last stop on the road to lesbian.
I think we now have to acknowledge that all lesbian sex is somehow about me.
I'm as surprised as anyone.
This debate leaves very little room for possibility... What if the women met at your home, but afterwards met without you, in a place that was not your home, without your blessing or knowledge. Is it still all about you because you made the initial introduction?
Damn, I wish mentions of my MySpace profile would get me laid!
What about lesbians that you don't know and who don't know you? Huh? What about those?
Jefferson, you being the last stop before lesbianism isn't exactly a badge of honor. What the fuck are you doing to make women turn to the dark side?
Well, I have to disagree. The sex newly ex-girlfriend and I had was not related in any way to you, Jefferson.
Oh wait...we haven't had sex in years.
Nevermind.
Jen
Oh my egocentric lover... The lovely blonde you didn't introduce me to had sex in which you were not a part of. Post, prior, or future tense.
And I'm sure Lil Bit has many features superior to her lovely calves and eyebrows.
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