Polyamory didn’t come naturally to me at all. Instead, it was a zeitgeist that descended upon my friends circle, and in the spirit of being a good sport and realizing that I didn’t KNOW for certain it’d be a bad idea, I gave polyamory the old college try.
It should come as no surprise then that I was quite the fish out of water. » 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
“My child, I can live on a good compliment two weeks with nothing else to eat.”
The other night my husband told me that one thing that set me apart from other people when we first met was that I simply didn’t do bullshit. I was nuanced, » Read more
I literally love my husband so much that it makes me cry.
When I stop to think about it, really, really think about it… well, it’s over. Waterworks.
I’ve told him before that this happens to me and asked if he did the same. He said it doesn’t, that we’re different people so we’re going to experience love in separate ways. » Read more
“But aren’t you worried about diseases?”
It’s a very frequent question asked of poly people – and a very natural one. I know it’s the first one I asked when polyamory was presented to me as a relationship option.
Your standard-issue Poly Honor Student answer goes a little something like this: “Of course we are, » Read more
It seems like I spend 90% of my life struggling with one nuance or another.
The latest has been trying to differentiate between what constitutes “making excuses” vs. “offering an explanation.”
I set this question out to some of my friends. They overwhelmingly stressed that timing was a key factor (people need a while to cool down and get out of the hotly negative feeling place), » Read more
Suspecting that the Republican National Convention would turn Downtown Cleveland into a Robocop-esque martial law clusterfuck, I recently took time off work and took a cruise to Alaska to avoid the insanity and epic commutes. It was an amazing trip. Alaska is pretty goddamn beautiful. We saw bald eagles flying around every which where (in Alaska they’re about as common as geese are here). » 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
“Page, you stupid fucking whore, I love you, cut it out!” J yelled at me.
I was sinking into the grass, full of innumerable shots. “No, leave me alone, I’m going to stay out here until I freeze.” At least that’s what I meant to say. I’m sure it was slurred, smeared, obscured somehow. » 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