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:
Very nice job with the clothespins!
yeoooooowww
(i've gotta try that sometime)
The foot has sort of taken a back seat in this one, I must say. P.S. My tatas ache just looking at that.
Have you ever encountered tits that were just begging for trouble?
No. Why? Have you?!
yowza. looks too painful for me. gotta applaud someone who can take that many clothespins.
that reminds me. i need to do laundry.
Very nicely symmetrical. But you know... it's not have them on that hurts, it's having them taken off, and all the blood rushing suddenly back. Ouch.
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