I’ve Been Drinking Coffee Since I Was Nine
I drink the best coffee now. Kona beans ground and brewed in a two-in-one machine. The results splashed with heavy cream. Even holding the cup is a familiar kind of comfort. The warmth radiating through my entire hand.
I’m married to someone who doesn’t even drink coffee, » Read more
Justin and I are sitting down to dinner one night. The food is all laid out. “I want to put on some jazz music while we eat. Any suggestions?” he asks.
I think for a minute. “Miles Davis, Kind of Blue,” I say. “It’s a good album but definitely atmospheric.” » Read more
Life is not a PG feel-good movie. Real life often ends badly. Literature tries to document this reality, while showing us it is still possible for us to endure nobly.
“I read your blog for a while before I read Poly Land, » Read more
There are few things in this world that are as attention-getting as a crying baby.
Babies cry as a form of communication. It’s one of the only ways they have.
And when a baby cries, you don’t always know exactly why. Is it because they’re gravely ill? Are they hungry? Do they need to be changed? » Read more
PQ 16.3 — What does fairness mean to me? How does this affect the way I make choices and interact with my partners?
Something important I had to learn a while back: While some people may use them interchangeably, fair and equal are different things.
Parents run into this all the time when parenting multiple children. » Read more
PQ 16.2 — Do I take responsibility for my choices, or do I expect my partners to make them for me?
What a question. That was my reflexive reaction to reading it: What a question.
I showed this one to a friend of mine, and their verbatim reaction was also “What a question.” » Read more
I learned something in the coat room in elementary school.
If they can, people will touch your body without permission.
Especially if it’s dark. And quick. And there are enough people around that you can’t be sure who exactly touched you. Let alone call them out on it.
Sometimes more than one kid would cop a feel as we shuffled out to meet our teacher, » Read more
“Ow,” I say. “What the FUCK are you doing?”
He smirks at me.
“I’m not kidding,” I say. “Stop that.”
He pulls away from me. “Pressure point stuff. You like it, don’t you?”
“Not like that I don’t,” I say. “What is wrong with you tonight?” » Read more
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!
I just wanted to take a moment and thank the guest writers who have contributed to Poly Land over the past 2 years. I do my best to deliver quality content, but I am only one person. Part of what I envisioned when I started to publish articles on Poly Land every day was the opportunity to bring OTHER voices into the conversation and help to provide a more rich mix of perspectives. » Read more
Today’s article is a guest post by LadyHeat.
LadyHeat is a badass lesbian bitch who kicks in the teeth of marginalization. Her experiences of queer isolation and poly in poverty give her a unique viewpoint for today’s post.
Her geeky interests are many and include comics, gaming, and dreaming of being a lady-romancing space pirate. » Read more