Your Daily Polyamory Blog for Navigating Life, Relationships, and More
“You know what my favorite thing about polyamory is?” she says.
“What’s that?” I reply.
“That there’s room to have relationships that don’t follow traditional norms,” she says.
I nod. Because I know what she means. “You’re not confined to the rules of the relationship escalator,” » Read more
There’s a meme that’s been going around for a while, based on a viral tweet. It says, “Send me a ‘we need to talk’ text and I’m just going to respond with ‘yeah. We absolutely do.’ Now we’re both waiting with spicy armpits.”
Spicy armpits. OMG. I’m still laughing at that. » Read more
“You know,” she says. “I get a rush off meeting new people. It doesn’t even have to someone I’m dating. A capital R Relationship. I can make a new friend, even a new acquaintance, and it’ll make my week. Do you know what I mean?”
I nod. “I do. If I meet someone cool, » Read more
There’s this way that you pull me to you when we’re both half-asleep that tells me you’re something different with me in your life. That I manage to balance you and yet unsettle you in a way that makes us both better.
After spending years together, through thousands of hours of careful observation, » Read more
Once upon a time, I had a close guy friend that I talked to on the phone every night.
Well, close is relative.
I can’t remember us ever spending face-to-face time talking to one another in school. We didn’t eat lunch together. Didn’t chat in the hallway. Or hang out while waiting for the school to open up in the morning. » Read more
Today’s piece is a guest blog post from Fluffy, an academic in-training, who is studying organizational behavior in hopes of making the world a better place.
Fluffy is a frequent contributor to Poly Land. Their regular blog is Eclectic Discourse (where pith goes to die; in-depth looks at awkward topics).
Here’s what they wrote for us today: » Read more
Love is a Fire,
It was something I was told a thousand times growing up. If you’re going to go out, leave a note.
By my mother when I was staying at my parents’ house. But not just her and not just there. Everywhere. At all the other places I stayed. Friends’ houses. With other relatives. » Read more
A while back, a friend sent me a video in which a person attempts to feed a gold bar into an industrial shredder. After several tries, the gold bar is pretty ragged along one edge, yet more or less intact. It has survived the shredder.
Well, I’ll be.
It becomes extra wild when you consider one fact: This grade of industrial shredder can literally chew up a truck. » Read more
“I’ve pretty much always been the one broken up with,” she says. “And you know, it’s been easy to feel defective because of that.”
“Because you’re the one being dumped and not the person doing the dumping?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says.
In a way, I know what she means, » Read more
“Oh shit,” I say, realizing what I’ve just said sounds terrible. “I really didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I’m sorry.”
The pause between when I say that and when he speaks seems to last forever. But finally he breaks the silence. “It’s okay. I understand.”
It’s probably a minor thing to him. » Read more
