Despite the fact that I spent most of my life vehemently anti-divorce and swore I’d never get one, divorce was the best thing ever when I actually needed one. It took an impossible situation and turned it into one that was challenging–but not impossible.
You see, I’d stipulated early on in my marriage to Seth that I wouldn’t give up our marriage without a fight — » Read more
I was over poking around at the Pragmatic Polyamory blog this morning and edited a saved partial draft of an essay I’d been working on, which is reblogged below (“Coming Out”). I have to say though that the experience of reading the essays that Skyspook and I wrote for the site 3 years ago (some posted, » Read more
Lovely essay on poly by a then-single Skyspook before he became my Dom. » Read more
I’ve been reflecting on polyamory again.
Although Skyspook and I have been exclusive for over 2 years, we started out dating each other non-monogamously, and I had a decently sizable web of lovers before the shit really hit the fan. My ex-husband Seth and I opened our marriage after 8 years of being monogamous together and spent 2 years dating other people together and separately before we called it quits. » Read more
I’ve been in Ohio 3 years now and with Skyspook for nearly that long, and I have to say that I am absolutely done with doubting my own ability to choose partners or worrying that things with Skyspook are going to blow up spectacularly (on some hypothetical day for some unforeseen reason), and I’ll find myself twice divorced. » Read more
I see that it’s been 7 months since I’ve posted anything to this blog. There have been a number of reasons for this, many typical and mundane enough to make your eyes glaze over. Chief among these myriad banalities is that my professional life has been central to my existence in a magnitude unrivaled by anything in recent years. » Read more
Maybe the secret, after all, is that it’s a great deal more simple than I had believed: His hand on my back, our bodies intertwined in the bed, the familiar smell of his skin, and how his smile effortlessly warms me.
I am heady and high on love for him.
No sin to enjoy that. » Read more
“Can we go, or are you going to pout all night?” His tone was sharp, and I cringed away from him.
“Am I not allowed to feel bad?” I replied, feeling something shrivel up inside of me.
“If you’re going to pout, you’ll have to stay home,” he restated.
I wasn’t aware that I was pouting. » Read more
It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was coming home.
I handed the slave working the registration table my license. As she skimmed her list, ticking my name off, she said, “I haven’t seen you in a while. You haven’t even written.”
My breath caught in my throat. » Read more