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.
Guh! Blake Mason seems to have the market on the types of boys I like. I wonder if I could get a copy of that little black book.
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Geeze, between the boy sex, and the pretty boy photos, I'm starting to run out of AAA's! (Those bastards, why do they only seem to come in packs of four?! Greenie runs on three!)
Time to pop in the Jeff Stryker tape and christen the new couch while the flatmates are out.
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Mmmm, more with the hot emo boys please!
Guh! Blake Mason seems to have the market on the types of boys I like. I wonder if I could get a copy of that little black book.
Want more!
Geeze, between the boy sex, and the pretty boy photos, I'm starting to run out of AAA's! (Those bastards, why do they only seem to come in packs of four?! Greenie runs on three!)
Time to pop in the Jeff Stryker tape and christen the new couch while the flatmates are out.
Mwahahahahahaha!
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