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.
4 comments:
Well, its official. You're going to hell. Fortunately for you, if the Gospel is true, the twinks will be there with you.
Too, too twinky!
Come to think of it, it has been many months since you've written about one of the gay boy parties.
It's nice but it would be a lot nicer if they weren't wearing baggy track pants. That look just doesn't do it for me.
^5 to Bianca.
They have nice butts, I'm sure (since that seems to be a twink requirement), so they should be advertising it.
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