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.
Oh, Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I am so in want of this boy and his music, I've done nothing else but play the videos (even the ones in French) since your post yesterday!
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I love the look of that guy but I'm just not into that song. It's okay but it just doesn't grab me.
Hot, hot, hot. Totally your type.
My oh my, what a beautiful boy. I want him! I loved the song too.
Oh, Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I am so in want of this boy and his music, I've done nothing else but play the videos (even the ones in French) since your post yesterday!
Move over Rufus Wainwright, there's a new boy in town!
isn't he a bit old for you?
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