Imagine if I were to ask if anybody else out there has a kink of "playing poly." When asked to explain what I mean by "playing at poly," I described it as "you know, like when you pretend to sleep with everyone indiscriminately and not give a shit about what your partners think." I'll just… Continue reading Your Kink is Not My Kink, but Your Words Fucking Matter
...the bottom line is - we don't hate the concept of polyamory. We just don't wanna be poly ourselves.
The most frequent statement I read from people trying to transition into polyamorous relationships for their partner is the sense that they feel like they are "not enough." Whenever I see that line, my heart sort of aches for them. I understand that feeling and where it comes from, but somehow it doesn't affect me… Continue reading The thing about not feeling “enough”
There is a metric fuckton of self work that has to go into successful polyamory, whether you're on the mono side or the poly side.
In the first part of this post, I shared my epiphany on thinking in terms of needs of a relationship instead of talking about the needs of a person. But then I had to go to work, because I'm a responsible adult and stuff, who fills my time with all manner of things that are… Continue reading Another post-GRUE Post: Part 2 – Ownership of time
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
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