jcliff

This past week was pretty intense.

My soon-to-be ex wife came out to Georgia for a visit, and pretty much blew my mind. The day she got here we went out to get something to eat, got a little drunk, and ended up hanging out with a bunch of the occupy wall street protesters (who, it turns out, have no idea what they are protesting against besides the status quo. They're basically bitching because they're not rich). Few of them appeared even remotely groomed, and there were several juggalo-looking kids in clown paint. I can't imagine why no one takes them seriously.

The next day I did a little photo shoot with the old lady and we again got a little drunk. Pretty much whenever I see her, the time we spend together is saturated with vodka, whiskey, and beer. From here on out in this blog just understand that drunkeness is implied. This is one shot, unedited:



After that we went to a BDSM convention in Atlanta. Right when we walked into the hotel I saw a blonde barbie-doll looking woman in tight pink latex and a leash leading a fat man on all fours across the lobby. He, of course, was ball-gagged and looked like he was loving it. So... we went straight to the bar. That's when a man with no hair whatsoever (like a legit chemo patient) approached my wife to chat her up. Cool. I didn't feel much like talking to either of them. Anyway, this guy is also in latex, but his getup is made to look like a sexy maid's outfit. I overhead just enough of the conversation to feel quite glad that I was not involved. "i'm not gay or bi," he said. "but if you wanna stick a dick in my mouth go right ahead." Dear god, sir, I think you are confused. Dicks anywhere near mouths are a big deal.

We left the hotel to go to the after party in "Atlanta's Premiere Dungeon." Photography was only permitted in one room, and with the consent of those being photographed, so ipso facto I got no really good pics to share with you, but rest assured I saw plenty of naked people getting flogged and whipped and such. So that was interesting. (it should be noted that about 80% of the people there were kind of... nerdy)
Back to the hotel. The abbreviated version is my wife pierced my back all along my tattoo and inserted feathers to make it look real wings, then we posed for some pics and I practically shot soft-core porno. The next day, as if I hadn't received enough of a culture shock already, she took me to Pride. Apparently everyone is gay, because there were about a billion people there. I was for sure the minority. That I did get pictures of. Here's one:



Also, my wife brought both of her dogs, and my little lady friend is staying with us for a bit while she sorts through her break-up, and she has three dogs of her own, so in one swift stroke the occupancy of my townhouse swelled to four adults and seven dogs. Shit has been chaotic. The plus side is that she (not my wife) is a total sweetheart, smart, and seems to be pretty into me. Things are looking up.

I also traded in my Jeep for an economically responsible little coupe... that still stings quite a bit.

I think shit can only get calmer from here.