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.
7 comments:
Calendars are for suckers, man.
Me and Drunk Barbie, we make our own rules.
Great boots! I can only imagine all the lovely things you do with them.
Although I never haven't yet heard your voice, I just imagined you saying your comment.
Boot and Butt, together in perfect harmony.
His voice is actually unexpectedly gentle.
That is a very nice ass. Enough has been said about the boot. :)
i'm going to have to concur with whoever accused you of having a foot fetish...
or you're playing with it now...
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