She’s right there, asking me “But what If I do have sex with someone else and I end up feeling awful about it? What if I get my heart broken or my ego bruised? What if it makes me so emotional that it scares them off ‘cause now I’m crying and I can’t explain why? What if they feel used because this all turns out to prove that I’m not polyamorous and I can’t do it?”
In which I learn to reframe a particularly rude and infuriating question that gets asked at every family function.
I can't fucking wait to see where this decade takes me.
Is marriage your destination, or just a potential stop on your great journey?
Being a woman has nothing to do with my anatomy or my hobbies or my sexuality or my talents.
We all suffer, in varying degrees and for different reasons - but we all suffer.
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