I crash hard on New Year’s Eve.
Bad timing, really. Since I have 50 of my closest friends in my house, ringing in the new year.
I have what I think is a bad case of allergies mixed with jet lag. Since I’ve been in three different time zones on and off over the past few weeks, » Read more
It’s late into the party, likely the final quarter of it judging by the sharp drop-off in energy and attendance. A lot of the guests have gone home. Most of the ones who are still here have gone inside. Out by the fire, it’s just me and my friend Z, the reverse canary, » Read more
El amor es ciego, pero los vecinos no.
(Love is blind, but the neighbors aren’t.)
Sometimes I wonder what our neighbors must think of us. What they make of the cast of characters that shuffle in and out of our lives. The way strange cars idle in our driveway. » Read more
I’ve been married twice, but until recently I had never been asked to be in a wedding that wasn’t my own. You could say I was always a bride, never a bridesmaid. But in the past few months, I received news that this is about to change.
First, I was asked to be a bridesmaid in what will arguably be one of the most polyamorous weddings I’ve ever been to, » Read more
Is it okay to babysit your metamour’s kids?
It’s a Thursday night in 2009. My metamour has a date with my partner, but her husband gets called in to work.
“Well, that sucks,” my partner says. “I haven’t seen her for a while.”
And it’s true. » Read more
I’ve been curious about polyamory for some time. I do have some poly friends who seem happy, and I love the idea of it. I asked them if there were places online where I could read more. They referred me to your site as well as to some forums. » Read more
“I’ll be right back,” I say to Justin and Eva as I leave our table at the jazz club to seek out the ladies’ room.
We’ve been there for a few hours, having drinks, eating dinner, the three of us all out on a date together. I’m so in love I can’t stand it. » Read more
“I’m really sorry I can’t be there,” I said to Skyspook, hugging him goodbye at the door. He looked so good in his tuxedo that I didn’t really want to let him go.
“Me, too,” he said. “I’ll text you though. Have a great time.”
“You, too,” I said, as he stepped out the door. » Read more
“So I know we talked about meeting in the afternoon, but are you free tomorrow evening?” I ask CC.
“Actually,” CC says. “I might be meeting up with a girl from OkCupid.”
“Ah,” I say.
“Provided she writes back to me. She hasn’t yet.”
I sigh. “Okay.” » Read more