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.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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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.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
Humanity Falls Into Chaos
One of the most awesome things about sex with straight boys is hearing "the talk" afterwards. The talk usually includes the phrases "yeah, it felt good, but it was weird," "that was hot, but, dude, you know, I'm not gay," and, if you are lucky, "so, you're not telling anybody, right?"
I hate to tell you how often I heard the talk back in high school.
But even I never garnered the phrase "if guys start fucking each other, then all of the sudden, humanity falls into chaos." This fellow's boyfriend in Queens must be really, really amazing if his catastrophic blowjobs can threaten civilization as we know it.
Can someone give him my number?
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3 comments:
"Women are productive livers."
Friggin' hipsters. Yeesh. Smile! What's the use of crying? Smile!
Hey, dude.
Hey, bro.
Bernard, if you want to fuck this straight bro, it's apparently all about karaoke and apparently a cab ride to Queens. Apparently, he'll pay for the cab.
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