I’m thinking about Charlie Howard again. Although queer kids from Maine don’t really stop thinking about him.
If you’ve read Stephen King’s It (or watched the miniseries from the 90’s), you may be familiar with the scene where teenagers throw a gay man into the river.
But it’s not just a horrific scene. » Read more
“What prompted the ‘biphobic’ comment from a reader?” they ask me.
I laugh. “That was several months ago. It was in response to this post. I admit in the piece I was near the line, and I knew it would be controversial. I was encouraged by several other queer people to write it because they wanted to but feared the backlash.” » Read more
I came across the following question in Amy’s Dickinson’s advice column for the Boston Globe:
Q. My husband and I recently discovered that our closest friends (another couple) are having an open relationship. They say they are “polyamorous.”
I am having a very hard time accepting this. » Read more
Today’s post is a guest blog post from Fluffy. Fluffy’s experiences with polyamory fascinate me as their history diverges wildly from my own. So I pestered them for weeks to share some of it.
In addition to being my bestie, Fluffy is a current researcher of transgender issues in the workplace and one fiendishly good knitter and tie dye artist. » Read more
“It’s nothing personal, Page,” she says.
We’re sitting in my car. My tiny blue compact, grandma-ed out with a black car bra. Her skin is glowing softly in the parking lot lights flooding into the backseat and just gracing her face.
“What do you mean ‘it’s nothing personal?’” I reply. “You don’t feel the same way about me that I do about you. » Read more
I wasn’t the same woman after it happened, after I slept with a bisexual poly woman who wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
She was so incredibly soft. Her body slipped over me like a silk sheet as we rocked together, to waves only we felt.
I swam under her. » Read more
I really love threesomes. Really, really love threesomes. Well, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes. Pretty much any configuration that has me with one guy and at least one girl, I’m so down for. One of the most interesting products of taking the plunge into polyamory in 2009 is that it made it really difficult to compartmentalize my bisexuality into the straight and lesbian bins that monogamy seemed to sort my desires into by default, » Read more
“Page,” she says. “You’re not wearing a wedding ring.”
“Mmmhmm,” I reply, lifting the trash bag out of its can.
“The opal is sensitive to temperature changes, so I don’t wear it out much these days.” It’s also alarmingly snug due to some post marriage weight gain (you really do put it on all over), » Read more