2011: Michelle is waiting for me at the door as Skyspook pulls the car back out into the street to go to work. She rolls her eyes at me.
“If you’re not fucking him, then what the hell are you doing over there all night?”
I avert my eyes. “Sleeping, for one.”
“You sleep like shit,” she snaps. » Read more
Much has been made recently of gaslighting, and it’s a very important concept to keep track of, boundary policing being of paramount importance especially in those who have multiple relationships. Here’s a good essay on gaslighting: http://www.polyamorousmisanthrope.com/2011/11/02/on-gasslighting/
Briefly: Gaslighting is a form of manipulation in which the target is continually forced to question their own sanity. » Read more
“Emotionally, you’re 90 years old,” my boss says.
It’s one of those weeks, ever increasing in frequency, where I’m frustrated with her for not seeing the big picture, for not thinking ahead of the current decisions and fitting it into future strategy. Acting as if only the present moment exists is a low-pressure state, » Read more
Month one of the re-poly was known as Jankuary.
Month two is hereby christened Fubar-uary.
I’m struggling a bit today but want to log these thoughts for future self, so I doubt this writing will be as tidy as some of my others. The inner turmoil could very well be hormonal, » Read more
“Men are awful,” M said. “If I were you, I’d stick to dating girls.”
“I’ve never dated a girl,” I told him.
“Well, something’s going on,” he observed. “I’ve seen the way you look at them and the way they look at you. Especially when you’re on stage.”
I blushed, » Read more
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The first time my ex-husband Seth went to spend the night with his girlfriend, I gave him a hug, told him to have a good time, and closed the apartment door behind him. I spent a minute listening to his footsteps, » Read more
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(adjective) inferior quality; held in low social regard; old and dilapidated; refers almost exclusively to inanimate material objects, not to people
The inaugural month of our return to poly life has come and gone. » Read more
In vino motherfucking veritas.
Reopening my relationship with Skyspook has brought up a lot of emotions, many of them good, some of them bad, on both sides. However, even the bad has been largely productive — like sweeping under area rugs that haven’t been lifted for a while, cleaning up old trauma, childhood messes, » Read more
There is debris in the road.
The last few weeks have been eventful. I had my first meetups with matches from OkCupid and have started dating someone, a boy a decent bit younger than me who is also far more into submission than the men I normally date. To say it’s been interesting would be a profound understatement. » Read more
I want to negotiate, Seth writes, but I don’t even know where to start.
A hot girl wants to top him, he adds, one from our old poly/swing circle back in Maine. I know her but not well.
Talk about your fantasies. Talk about what you’d like to get out of the arrangement. » Read more