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.
6 comments:
You stole my idea to post a HNT on a Wednesday and call it the "premature epostulation" edition. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
Nice legs.
lynsey: you know Jefferson. Always has to be a top :)
Holy hell... that is one awesome footstool.
Ditto what Ace said. And feet.
Marianne
Why are freckled thighs so cute?
lovely HNT and btw.. thanks for the fleshbot!
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