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.
I can't believe I'm missing it tonight...well, not that I actually watch it...more like Lillie and I go in the other room and talk girl stuff while you boys scream endlessly....
I can't wait to get them into the XFiles. Now there's a conspiracy show!!!
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I can't believe I'm missing it tonight...well, not that I actually watch it...more like Lillie and I go in the other room and talk girl stuff while you boys scream endlessly....
I can't wait to get them into the XFiles. Now there's a conspiracy show!!!
That looks like an optimal tickling opportunity.
Now we know the secret to the source of the magnetic pull.....
This one is my favorite. Absolutely. That should be blown up poster size and framed.
And now, I even know who that is!
Yuk, yuk.
I would very much like to put that in my mouth. And the foot looks tasty, too.
Ever time I see that, I'm almost rolling on the floor laughing.
there are nicer ways to wake a man up, freckles.
(shh, sawyer's talking to me.)
Oh lordy...
gottagobye.
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