The most painful part of my monthly waxing isn't the part where she's ripping the hair out my most sensitive places. It's having to maintain a conversation with her for the two hours I spend on her table. Yes, two hours. She's meticulous. She's "tweezers to the ass crack" meticulous. This is why I put… Continue reading The Frustration with French Fries
Earlier this morning I received a message on Facebook from my childhood best friend. She'd had some life changes and, despite our not being all that close for the past 20 years, she wanted to share the news with me. She goes on to tell me that she's polyamorous, dating one of our mutual high… Continue reading Sometimes you can’t even judge a book by its table of contents
Usually when I tell people that my relationship is unconventional, they have one of two reactions: curiosity or concern. Nobody has really shunned me for it. Some people have surprised me and shared that I'm not the first person they've met who's been involved in a poly-type relationship. By and large, the most frequent question… Continue reading Don’t you get jealous?
I made it to the top third! There's me, right there, at number 27 of 2016's Top 100 Sex Bloggers! Clicky that little badge there and it takes you to the list. And that's with the majority of the posts during the nomination and reviewing period being tainted by the election. I'm so pleased, and… Continue reading I’m in the top third!
I was in a love-full and sex-less marriage. I don't remember the last time I had sex with my husband before he died, but I'd estimated it'd been at least three years, if not longer. When I started dating again...well, the first guy was poly and his partner wasn't comfortable with him having sex… Continue reading Sex-Specters, Orgasm Demons, and Jizz Sheets: An Evolution of my perceptions of other people’s sex lives and *my* space
I had a dream last night. It involved time travel. There was one of him and he was going through time collecting all of me at different ages and in different timelines. It was like a poly dream where he was still my only one, but he had several of me and he loved them… Continue reading Irreplaceable
She wasn't prone to blushing; hardly anything really embarrassed her. But this. "So, is that a yes?" he asked without a trace of bias one way or another. It was all up to her. "I think so,..." she said. "Think so? I think it's better if you know so." She looked over at the other… Continue reading And *scene*.
He'd known he wasn't wired like his friends halfway through freshman year in college. It was three days after his midterms while they were blowing off steam when he admitted having had a threesome during a drunken game of "never have I ever" to his buddies. "DAAAMNN MIKEEEYYY!" The chorus of hollers and high fives… Continue reading Mysterious Mikey
When talking about polystuff, I've often heard (or read) that "time is finite; love is not." When someone has multiple partners, the amount of time they can spend with any particular one is going to have limitations, because there is time they want and should spend with another one. However, time is not a useful… Continue reading Time and the Diamond Trade
I've had a delightfully polyfocused weekend. Thursday, my friend and metamour Elre came over. We cooked dinner together (or, rather, I cored, peeled, and sliced the apple and ey did everything else, including searing the pork chop and prepping and roasting the butternut squash). Then we watched the premiere of Dancing With the Stars (and… Continue reading Of Sharts and Friends
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