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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Monday, February 25, 2008
Barbie's Puke!
By popular demand, here it is: Drunk Barbie as interpreted by my eight-year-old daughter, Lillie, after her unauthorized reading of Tucker Max.
This is a detail of a larger drawing. I’m not sure what the story concerns, but apparently, Barbie arrives home to find that voice balloons are claiming ownership of the house. To make matters worse, Barbie is hammered—you can see the cocktail in her hand. “What have you guys done with my house?” she wails. “Oh guys, no you don’t!” That’s when it happens.
Splat.
Barbie's puke!
And it’s chunky.
Barbie's now ready for her dream date with Tucker Max.
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11 comments:
Dude. That lovely drawing had better go up on the wall!!!
"Chunky!"
Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!
Wow, quite a picture. Poor Barbie.
Love, love, love it. She's quite the storyteller. Wonder where she gets that from? ;-)
You must frame that. It's better than half the crap I saw come out of art classes in college.
Um, I think you might be Drunk Barbie.
She remembered to use apostrophes in "it's!" Hip hip hooray! Buy that girl an ice cream.
On a semi-serious note, I wonder where she heard the "It's my house" stuff at? Maybe it's her internal conflict and she feels like drunk Barbie? Am I getting too deep? *snickers* I just said deep.
Oh my God, that's fantastic! That's a keeper. That totally made my day.
Ohmigod. I think that Lillie drew my last night. Although for the record, I was not the one doing the puking.
(Must stop sleeping with the younger men...)
LOL! I just got where she heard all of that "It's my house" stuff. Good thing I still watch Nickelodeon. There was a commercial for Barbie My House and there's voices around sing-songing "It's my house" "No, it's my house" "It's MY house." LMAO Her mind's been infected by both commercials and Tucker Max! And poor Barbie's the one that has to pay for it.
Right you are, Mia. Nice catch.
When I first saw the drawing, I wondered what the house could represent. Is it our family's home, divided between Mom's house and Dad's house? Does Lillie harbor lingering anxieties about knowing if "home" is secure?
So I asked her about it and she said, "Yeah, I was drawing and this commercial came on TV and the kids were like, 'it's my house!" "no, it's my house!" and I was like, whatever."
I guess sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and a drunk Barbie is just a drunk Barbie.
Absolutely priceless!!
Thank you for granting this plebes' humble request.
:D
-N3ophyte
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