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.
6 comments:
Hey! That's Justine Joli! Hi, Justine!
Mmmmm, cheekbones.
admit it, you just wanna crack 'em.
Why are all the Evil Ones redheaded?
smoking is bad for you
but i can think of much better things that can be bad for you.
hehehe
(curly toes)
In Catholic elementary school, we learned that porn is Satan.
This makes your apartment hell, my red-tailed friend.
Over my bed is a Weimar-era print depicting Hell.
Looks a lot like an orgy to me.
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