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.
3 comments:
Darling, between the gay sex and the awesome music this has officially become my favourite blog.
I didn't know you liked good music.
I dunno, not all teh buttsex has been gay...
But it's still quite enlivening to read about, and I'm enjoying hearing Jefferson's internal dialogue (even if most of it is subtext).
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