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.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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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.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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Thursday, July 01, 2010
HNT
Not content merely to have sex at our parties, my friends and I recently put together a party at which our fellow orgy-enthusiasts could also make art. Amidst all the drawing, cutting and gluing, I took beautiful Kay outdoors to cover her in hot wax. This photo shows the lower part of her torso; that’s her bare pussy coated in layers of color.
I also built a structure from matt board, providing surfaces for others to paint and collage. Because our cohort includes many “burners” (those who attend the annual Burning Man festival), and because burners burn things, my sculpture was set to flames as we looked on.
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