“It’s so refreshing to talk to someone like this and really connect,” Rob wrote.
“I know what you mean,” I typed back, grinning over the keys. The fact that there was really no polyamorous community whatsoever in the Maine woods greatly complicated any partner search. Start out with low population density, add in a conservative sexual culture, » Read more
In the past, I’ve joked that my sexual orientation is “brilliant and haunted.”
All joking aside, there’s a lot of truth there. Granted, my body has to be attracted to their body. I have zero control over who I am and am not physically attracted to, and the best I’ve been able to manage on that front is to notice patterns. » Read more
“We’re a package deal,” the profile reads. “My man and I come together or not at all.”
The package deal is so common that it’s a cliché. A couple opens up, advertises for that magical third person to join them, a third with no needs, fears, or insecurities of her own that will come in, » Read more
Photo by Antoine Bertier / CC BY
I was with my ex-husband Seth for 10 years, all told. The first 8 years we were monogamous, much to his growing chagrin. In a lot of ways, we were mismatched, and prior relationship experience was no exception. My own background of family instability meant I had to grow up fast. » Read more
It’s been a year since Skyspook and I reopened our relationship.
And what am I learning, looking back on the past year?
I find more than anything that I’ve grown incredibly selfish.
It’s not that I’m selfish with my love… I love freely, finding myself charmed by and attracted to any number of individuals. » Read more
From “Orientation” – originally written 1/30/2011:
Having transitioned from a monogamous marriage almost 2 years ago into a polyamorous one, I’ve been close to a lot more self-identifying bisexual women than I ever had before (really, most of the women I’ve had sex with up until recently considered themselves straight) and had many more female friends who identify as bisexual. » Read more
In the process of talking to my friend Fluffy about old traumas this evening, it become absolutely clear: much is made of the leering, frothing disgusting rapist, ready and waiting in the shadows to defile.
Looking back, my rapist was incredibly normal — even a bit tedious.
He was a Republican. » Read more
“One pill a day,” Dr. Fodor said. “And your daughter will be fine.”
The social worker laid her hand on my mother’s arm. “See, Mrs. Turner, I told you. There’s plenty that can be done. She won’t be inpatient forever.”
“She’s starting to remember who she is,” Dad added. » Read more
I am lying in the back of an ambulance staring out the back window. Every time I feel our vehicle lurch to a stop, I stare intently at the cars behind us, willing them to stop. “Don’t hit us,” I think. It’s such an intense desire that I’m not sure if I’m saying it aloud or not. » Read more
Costumes: “…general usage has gradually been replaced by the terms ‘dress’, ‘attire’ or ‘wear’ and usage of ‘costume’ has become more limited to unusual or out-of-date clothing and to attire intended to evoke a change in identity, such as theatrical, Halloween, and mascot costumes.”
It’s that time of year again when I ponder my inclination to arrive at Halloween parties dressed as myself, » Read more