What man loses by the social contract is his natural liberty and an unlimited right to everything he tries to get and succeeds in getting; what he gains is civil liberty and the proprietorship of all he possesses.
It is in order not to become victim of an assassin that we consent to die if we become assassins. » Read more
Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.
Love. It shows up before I want it to. Before I’m ready for it.
And certainly before they are.
Love hangs there, heavy as a stone. » Read more
“What’s to say that you won’t run off to Vegas with the first woman you meet who has potential to be a primary?” I say.
CC smiles. “Vegas is tacky, and I avoid that place.”
I nod. “Musty carpets, that’s what I remember about Vegas.”
“I’m very in the moment right now,” » Read more
PQ 8.9 — Do I believe that other people are willing to do sexual things that I’m not willing to do, and therefore my partner will like having sex with them better?
No, nothing like that.
I know this may be different for a lot of people. » Read more
Today’s post is a guest blog post from Daphne Matthews.
Daphne is a former journalist who has been involved in various BDSM communities for over a decade, including time in leadership. She is the author of The Gambler series of books: Backed Into a Hand, Aces and Spades, » Read more
“Do unto others twenty-five percent better than you expect them to do unto you…The twenty-five percent is for error.”
“I guess that’s what’s making me sick about polyamory. The idea that I need to love everyone,” she says.
I frown. “Who told you that you need to love everyone?” » Read more
crumple zone: noun
a section of an automobile body designed to absorb the force of an impact in order to protect the passengers (Merriam-Webster)
a part of a motor vehicle, especially the extreme front end and rear, designed to crumple easily in a crash and absorb the main force of an impact (Google)
I’ve written a few times about polyamory and emotional labor:
I’m yet to find a polyamorous relationship system that extends beyond a few folks that hasn’t occasionally run into these patterns of uneven one-sided emotional labor. » Read more
I’m always staring at Skyspook. But I can’t really help it.
It’s his eyes that are the main issue. His eyes are so beautiful they look illustrated. That crispness and shadow you get from charcoal. And so warm.
But when I look at him for more than a half second, he always looks away. » Read more
It’s usually one of first things you’re asked when someone finds out that you’re polyamorous: “But don’t you get jealous?” I get asked it a lot. And one of the most important realizations I had was that jealousy isn’t really an emotion.
If anything, jealousy is a system of emotions. » Read more
“You follow the same adorable pattern over and over again,” Skyspook says.
I blush. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” he says. “I mean adorable in a positive way. I’m not belittling you. It really is charming.”
I smile. “What’s this pattern?”
According to Skyspook, it goes a little something like this:
Skyspook: You know what would help you? » Read more