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.
It helps to write it down, even when you then cross it out. Always love. Hate will get you every time.
1 comment:
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said...
You don't necessarily have to post this comment, but hello? Credit where credit is due, boy. You'd have never discovered such a good band on your own, oldie.
And if you do post this:
Everyone check out Tinted Windows! You won't learn much in the way of good music from Jefferson, but I shall educate through comments.
1 comment:
You don't necessarily have to post this comment, but hello? Credit where credit is due, boy. You'd have never discovered such a good band on your own, oldie.
And if you do post this:
Everyone check out Tinted Windows! You won't learn much in the way of good music from Jefferson, but I shall educate through comments.
Go here, don't judge, you know you love 'em:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6psmPQaueE0
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