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.
In search of beer, Meg and I wandered Folsom Street East until we found ourselves in venerable gay leather redoubt The Eagle. We drank Stellas on the roof, where she snapped this picture of my foot being inserted into men.
8 comments:
POP! There goes the first "cuuute" of the day.
Hahaha, this is hilarious--you win at life, sir.
HHNT That is great!
That is quite funny!
Also, I did not actually know women were allowed into the Eagle.
I hate to quibble, but isn't that your foot protruding from men? Sounds even kinkier to me!
Oooh, I love big type.
Atleast I can say I don't have the whitest leg in America, but I like you for it.
way to not mention the part where you totally got busted for climbing up there.
(and don't you mean, "in search of GOOD beer that wasn't bud lite"?)
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