Last week was pretty excellent. Beginning of the week, we spent one evening hang/cuddle/flirting with our super rad lesbian couple friends. And then since Spooky was out of town for a few days at a conference, I managed some quality alone/cat time before going out to a bar with a friend that I hadn’t seen for some time and was able to meet new people that she knows. » Read more
“What do you think? Do you want to get together?”
“Sure, that sounds great.”
Schedules are coordinated, the time is set, logistics set. Your place, theirs? Who’s driving? Going out or staying in or both?
Aaaaaaand we’re good.
Except it’s unclear whether it’s a hangout or a date. » Read more
Staying positive is my major goal — if I were a video game protagonist that would be the main quest that advances the plot. However, I have noticed the maximum depth of existential angst of which I am capable steadily increases year by year. On the same hand, so does joy. It’s curious, this parameter growth. » Read more
What the fuck is love anyway, and why do I care about it so much?
In 2009 Seth and I had first opened, and I was feeling really raw until it occurred to me that I was placing so much stock in precisely what made blood rush into my husband’s penis. » Read more
It’s a late night in August. Over the day, the house warms like the world’s laziest oven, a slow cooker. Our HVAC is slowly but surely giving up the ghost. At night, we cling together in the bedroom, however many BTUs shooting out of the window unit like pillars of ice melting instantly when they hit our skin. » Read more
It’s fairly easy to generate a plethora of positive-sounding reasons why someone might be a good fit for polyamory. You could be a person who loves freely, without boundaries, secure, set on enriching your own life and as many other lives as possible through unique personal connections, intent on having myriad intense life experiences.
Me? » Read more
He is out on a date with her. I’ve had a glass of wine, done some writing. We’ve done this dance before. He’s doing his thing, I’m doing mine. So far, so good.
But then I look at the clock, and it’s somehow both earlier and later than I think it is. I have passed as much time as is effortless, » Read more
“I had sexy dreams about you,” he murmurs from that half-awake place as I wrap my arms around him.
“You’re a walking sex dream to me,” I reply.
I slip away, out the door. Time for the drive again, as it always is. Three highways out, four highways back. The sunrise yawns open. » Read more
“It’s so refreshing to talk to someone like this and really connect,” Rob wrote.
“I know what you mean,” I typed back, grinning over the keys. The fact that there was really no polyamorous community whatsoever in the Maine woods greatly complicated any partner search. Start out with low population density, add in a conservative sexual culture, » Read more
In the past, I’ve joked that my sexual orientation is “brilliant and haunted.”
All joking aside, there’s a lot of truth there. Granted, my body has to be attracted to their body. I have zero control over who I am and am not physically attracted to, and the best I’ve been able to manage on that front is to notice patterns. » Read more