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.
At one of my old jobs, there was a very delicious wing place we would pick up lunch from. It was a bit of a drive, but very tastey. For the longest time, I couldn't figure out why the guys would fight over who would go pick it up, since I was their bitch and I usually had to get lunch from everywhere else.
Then I realized the store next to the wing place offered Naked Yoga, and the guys I worked with were tall enough to see through the unfrosted part of the windows.
They were all married with very hot wives, but I guess the Law of the Forbidden always wins.
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At one of my old jobs, there was a very delicious wing place we would pick up lunch from. It was a bit of a drive, but very tastey. For the longest time, I couldn't figure out why the guys would fight over who would go pick it up, since I was their bitch and I usually had to get lunch from everywhere else.
Then I realized the store next to the wing place offered Naked Yoga, and the guys I worked with were tall enough to see through the unfrosted part of the windows.
They were all married with very hot wives, but I guess the Law of the Forbidden always wins.
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