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.
Um. I know that I've noted my hesitation with the whole group thing. But if there were like a hundred of us girls, I think my nervousness would rapidly dissipate. So this is um. A pretty fun idea.
7 comments:
Pssssh, sex is universal, baby--'Domo arigato' might as well be 'give it to me harder'.
You know as well as anyone that it's all in the delivery ;]
This is why I absolutely LOVE the Japanese :D I can't wait to go back some day!!
Um. I know that I've noted my hesitation with the whole group thing. But if there were like a hundred of us girls, I think my nervousness would rapidly dissipate. So this is um. A pretty fun idea.
I have a mental picture of you in the Iron Chef robes doing the opening ceremonies.
Where do I sign up?
-=Sakura
Heh..have a hundred ultra-cute women cheering me on while performing? yeah..that could be rather awesome.. :)
Shut up, that is not a real show! I'm from the Midwest and I'm damn risque by those standards. This would kill my grandma!
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