It looks a little bit like the symbol for recycling - not a one-for-one exchange, but symbiotic exchange running on a continuous loop.
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 came into this scene only knowing that my fantasies were not like other people's fantasies. I figured out how to make it work for me. I'm still figuring it out, and I think that's respectable.