Kindness is going to be the most valuable commodity we can share with one another...
Meet my metamour, Elre! We recorded this episode back in April 2019 and I'm so glad it's finally being shared with the world, especially during Pride month! Elre is my non-binary, bisexual metamour, and the person who initially introduced me to our shared partner. Eir pronouns are ey/em/eir, but ey also accept they/them. Elre once… Continue reading Podcast Episode 12: Elre the Metamour!
The next thing you know, the insecurity is in control not only of the established relationship, but its tendrils are reaching in and poking at the soft spots in the nascent one as well.
The first of my three metamours joined me for some cocktails and a chat for this Very Special Episode of Polyammering.
There was that one time when he had me tied up and was in the middle of sexytimes with me when she called...
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'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
The other day, I read the words "I deserve to be surrounded by people who appreciate me..." and saw a writing in which someone wrote a letter to her partner's partners. Two different writings that I've since lost track of. So, with the full disclosure of where this particular writing is coming from, understand that… Continue reading A love letter to my friends
He'd have been 55 today. I didn't want it to affect me, but I can't pretend it didn't. It's a really strange combination of emotions - knowing that I'm happier and healthier now, knowing that I've found love again and pulled my life back together and survived an incredible loss. And still feeling off on… Continue reading Wipe the Glass (Happy Birthday, Tony.)