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.
What a nice place for such a nice foot. I think I would recognize that foot if I saw it on the street, I've seen so many pictures by not. Of course, it would probably be shod if I saw it on the street. Maybe on the beach?
5 comments:
Is that me? That looks like me, and I vaguely remember you taking the photograph, but is that me?
That sure is one white foot.
ooooo, the feet.
you nearly inspired me to post a foot shot for HNT.
went with the hip;)
Lucky foot, but I love heels. Stiletto up your bum next week?
Please?
What a nice place for such a nice foot. I think I would recognize that foot if I saw it on the street, I've seen so many pictures by not. Of course, it would probably be shod if I saw it on the street. Maybe on the beach?
Marianne
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