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.
5 comments:
What about, "hey, those aren't lesbians!"
Or this one:
Aliens stole my pubic hair!
The Dangers of Cloning
Yeah, I'd like to see Zora and Madeline prove their lezzie chops by putting their pussies where their mouths are.
In fact, I don't think I can die happy until Zora and Madeline have sizzled my retina with creamy girl-on-girl . . .
I can't even finish that thought for fear my brain may burst.
Lower left pic: "Next time I'll remember the tan-through thong!"
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