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.
Must you *constantly* remind me of all the times we teased each other at Tracks or at Poseur's? Geez. I can't believe you were so shy back then you didn't make a move on me. ;)
I have a sudden urge for a Milwaukee's Best. Curse you.
That's it. You're singing Happy Bday to me this year wearing a red white and blue hat. And nothing else. ;)
*grumble* now i've got to go find my echo and the bunnymen cd.
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Must you *constantly* remind me of all the times we teased each other at Tracks or at Poseur's? Geez. I can't believe you were so shy back then you didn't make a move on me. ;)
I have a sudden urge for a Milwaukee's Best. Curse you.
That's it. You're singing Happy Bday to me this year wearing a red white and blue hat. And nothing else. ;)
*grumble* now i've got to go find my echo and the bunnymen cd.
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