The other morning I woke up my absolute favorite way: Being hugged by someone I love.
I felt Justin’s arms around me as I came to. As I opened my eyes, I noted he wasn’t in the bed but standing over it, fully dressed as though he’d been up for a while.
“The package guy brought something for you,” » Read more
PQ 23.5 — How and when do I want to meet my metamours?
As I’ve written before, these days I don’t have the requirement that I meet my metamours. I did when I was newer to polyamory and had different partners. (One of them was self-admittedly terrible at partner selection and would run new partners by me not so much for my permission but more for my first impressions and “read” » Read more
PQ 23.1 — What are my expectations of my metamours?
First of all, let me say that you have wonderful taste. You are dating one of the best people I’ve ever met. I’m thrilled about this new development and will do everything in my power to ensure that you two have the time and space to pursue that new relationship together. » Read more
I’ve Been Drinking Coffee Since I Was Nine
I drink the best coffee now. Kona beans ground and brewed in a two-in-one machine. The results splashed with heavy cream. Even holding the cup is a familiar kind of comfort. The warmth radiating through my entire hand.
I’m married to someone who doesn’t even drink coffee, » Read more
“I’ve definitely had attractions to other women,” she says. “Had sex with them, sure. But I’ve never really dated one.”
I grip my coffee cup in my hands more tightly, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through my fingers. I idly think that she’d be a good girlfriend. She’s pretty, » Read more
PQ 13.5 — Are there specific things I can ask my partners to do for me to help me feel loved and cared for?
I’m sitting and having coffee with a friend of mine I haven’t seen in a while. She looks great. Lots of things are going right for her at the moment. » Read more
Why can’t I struggle more beautifully?
I wake from a dead sleep with that thought repeating in my head. So much of the day stretches out before me like a blank expanse. It’s a wilderness I’m tasked not only with traversing but populating.
I shuffle to yesterday’s coffee. » Read more