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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Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Lend Me Your Face
I wanna cut you with glass
You haven't got such a pretty ass now
Wanna put you in a cast
And cast off all my memories of where you been at.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Bodies
If you adore Savoir Adore, take your body to see them tonight at Angel Oresanz Foundation; while there, check out the photographs by my pal Irene Caesar.
Monday, April 05, 2010
Generator ^ Second Floor
Matt and Kim, Vampire Weekend and now Freelance Whales: I’ll cop to enjoying the trend to adorableness in New York bands.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Friday, October 26, 2007
Fleshbot and Guest DJ
This week’s Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot takes a deep breath, screws up its courage and knocks on the door for first dates. Some people dread them, but I’m rather fond of first dates. Perhaps that’s because my first dates tend to involve sex, but judging by this week’s roundup, this is not entirely anomalous.
Those of you who enjoy stalking me will find me with lesbians and pizza, but alas, no beer.
Lily continues her adventures in lesbianism with sassy Anna Smash. In a round of musical beds, she winds up with Anna’s boyfriend after I blow him and inadvertently blow his gaskets.
Bridget dons her fluffsmut hat to once again confuse me concerning things we may or may not have done? Or did we?
Some of you have noticed that I’m posting less frequently. It’s not that I don’t care—now sugar, you know I care—it’s just that I’m busy trying to earn enough for us. If I’m not here, try me over at the Smut Turntable, where I whistle as I work.
This weekend, we try something new at the Smut Turntable as we hand the control room over to a guest DJ. Madeline is on deck, stacking the wax as she spins it old school—as in, junior high school.

Your DJ, age 13
More exciting guest DJs are booked for upcoming weekends, so cancel your autumn and put on your headphones.
Those of you who enjoy stalking me will find me with lesbians and pizza, but alas, no beer.
Lily continues her adventures in lesbianism with sassy Anna Smash. In a round of musical beds, she winds up with Anna’s boyfriend after I blow him and inadvertently blow his gaskets.
Bridget dons her fluffsmut hat to once again confuse me concerning things we may or may not have done? Or did we?
Some of you have noticed that I’m posting less frequently. It’s not that I don’t care—now sugar, you know I care—it’s just that I’m busy trying to earn enough for us. If I’m not here, try me over at the Smut Turntable, where I whistle as I work.
This weekend, we try something new at the Smut Turntable as we hand the control room over to a guest DJ. Madeline is on deck, stacking the wax as she spins it old school—as in, junior high school.

More exciting guest DJs are booked for upcoming weekends, so cancel your autumn and put on your headphones.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Love Hurts
Labels:
David Letterman,
Elvis Costello,
Emmylou Harris,
music,
Nazerath
Big Fish
Meg sent me this tune, so I looked into Jesca Hoop and found her onstage with the Ditty Bops at YouTube. I conjured Tom Waits and pondered the new kids who adore the Boswell Sisters and that's all I need.
Lillie and Madeline dig the kids in the video.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Monday, September 03, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Fleshbot and Music Television
This week’s Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot climbs into bed with the husbands and wives who cat, swing and bang on the side. Some do it together, others do it on the sly. Either way, these couples aren’t like the folks next door . . . or are they?
Those of you who enjoy stalking me will never guess who stopped by to watch Cody and me fuck. Holy smokes, it was—your boss!
Speaking of next door, take a peek to the left and scroll down, down, down, past all those naked people. (Take your time if you want. That’s why the naked people are there.)
See those scrolls of tiny pictures with funny headers? The new layout of One Life, Take Two has a nifty feature that allows me to organize sets of videos. I might have put together anything, I suppose, but for now, I’ve put up music.
For now, I opted to showcase tunes from different times in my life. These are organized by the format in which I encountered them. (Okay, so I fudged the first two. I’m long in the tooth, but not so long that I recall 78s.) Most of the selections were off the top of my head, and the actual selections are randomly chosen by the search engine. This allows for serendipity.
Imagine how surprised I was to see Patti Smith singing “You Light Up My Life” to children.
Almost as surprised as when a Rites of Spring concert taped in nineteen eighty nevermind included my long-haired self in the crowd.
Take a look and have fun. I’ll keep this in place for a bit. Once you click an image, scroll back to the top of the page to watch the video.
But before you go, take a peek at this video sent by an anonymous reader. It takes a turn that may surprise, and might even titillate.
Enjoy!
Daniel Zueras "Yo No Quiero Enamorarme"
Those of you who enjoy stalking me will never guess who stopped by to watch Cody and me fuck. Holy smokes, it was—your boss!
Speaking of next door, take a peek to the left and scroll down, down, down, past all those naked people. (Take your time if you want. That’s why the naked people are there.)
See those scrolls of tiny pictures with funny headers? The new layout of One Life, Take Two has a nifty feature that allows me to organize sets of videos. I might have put together anything, I suppose, but for now, I’ve put up music.
For now, I opted to showcase tunes from different times in my life. These are organized by the format in which I encountered them. (Okay, so I fudged the first two. I’m long in the tooth, but not so long that I recall 78s.) Most of the selections were off the top of my head, and the actual selections are randomly chosen by the search engine. This allows for serendipity.
Imagine how surprised I was to see Patti Smith singing “You Light Up My Life” to children.
Almost as surprised as when a Rites of Spring concert taped in nineteen eighty nevermind included my long-haired self in the crowd.
Take a look and have fun. I’ll keep this in place for a bit. Once you click an image, scroll back to the top of the page to watch the video.
But before you go, take a peek at this video sent by an anonymous reader. It takes a turn that may surprise, and might even titillate.
Enjoy!
Labels:
Daniel Zueras,
Fleshbot,
music,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring
Friday, March 09, 2007
Love Today

My new boyfriend Mika and I would like to announce auditions for our upcoming Queen tribute band, "Ka-ching!"
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