As long-time readers know, on the weekends I run a feature called Psyched for the Weekend. Basically, I do brief takes on new studies or old psychological concepts I find interesting.
At the date of this writing, there are 142 articles in that series. Wow.
As with all my essays, » Read more
“Look at the bright side,” I say to him. “When Roe v. Wade is overturned, you’ll be a hot piece of ass with your vasectomy and all.”
He cracks a smile. Chuckles. “You’re terrible,” he says.
“Maybe,” I say, “But you laughed.”
“I did indeed.”
It’s maybe not the best way to deal with the feeling that the world is ending any day now. » Read more
Today’s gonna rawk cuz I’m a bridesmaid in my girlfriend’s wedding. That might be the most polyamorous sentence I’ve ever written. Which is saying something, given what I do for a living, I wrote yesterday morning, before setting out to get my hair and makeup done.
I’m hungover as I type this. » Read more
I had my tonsils out as an adult. It’s a brutal recovery. Most people don’t know this because they think of a tonsillectomy as something kids do. A few days in bed with all the ice cream you can eat, and then you’re right as rain.
But adults don’t heal like kids do. » Read more
PQ 6.1 — Do I use words the same way my partners do? Do I often find myself in discussions about the meanings of words?
“When I think about it, it just makes me mad,” I say to Skyspook.
We’re sitting in a food court. One of those travel plazas. » Read more
Martin and Veaux’s Polyamorous Secondary Relationship Card has been making the rounds again lately. A bunch of folks in my friends circle have been having good discussions about it. There’s a reason it resonates. People still struggle to clearly communicate their wants and needs in relationships and practice informed consent.
And yeah, » Read more
It’s a sad fact of life that we fall apart in front of those we feel safest with.
We keep it together in front of the boss, but when we get home from the office, we break into tears and snap at our love(s) about dinner not being ready. Or it’s their day to fall apart, » Read more
I grew up in a house where most of the conflict was very quiet. When nasty things were said, it was often in a very calm tone of voice. My mother had one negative emotion word she used all the time. It was “mad.” My dad wasn’t around much because he put in long hours and traveled for work, » Read more