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.
Hmm. Something tells me everyone else may be missing the point of this picture. That looks to me to be Jefferson's ass, and I think the foot belongs to someone else.
7 comments:
Request: Paint your toenails w/that glittery nail polish of Lillie's.
Then I want you to pop it up against some serious cleavage, like, say, mine, decorated with Christmas ribbon.
I think Connor would clear it, you know, in the name of HNT.
Heh.
What a beautiful pose.
HHNT!
It's nice to see you have a leg up on everyone....
What is it with you and your feet?
Very nice though.
Hmm. Something tells me everyone else may be missing the point of this picture. That looks to me to be Jefferson's ass, and I think the foot belongs to someone else.
Maymaybe Not.
Though I am sure Jefferson is touched you thought he had such a smooth girlishly curvy tushy.
Gobble Gobble thats a plucked Turkey.
I've got a nail clipper with your name on it claw.
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