“Worrying is praying for stuff you don’t want.”
Bargains with God
When I was little, I used to make little bargains with God. Especially on long car rides. I’d ask God to introduce himself in a way that I could understand but nothing so dramatic as to blow his cover or make it so that others wouldn’t have to have faith in order to keep believing in him. » Read more
Yay! It’s guest blog post time again! Today’s piece is by Matthew Shadrake.
Matt is a polyamorous switch and a big ole softie. He has previously contributed 2 posts to Poly.Land:
- Twin Demons: How I Learned About Toxic Masculinity and Toxic Monogamy
- Firing a Gun Into a Dark Room: Strip Clubs,
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Polyamorous Controversy Over “Benefits”
As readers responded to our recent post 7 Common Myths About Being Polyamorous on social media, one debunked myth quickly emerged as the most controversial:
4. If you have flings, you’re not polyamorous.
Some other folks may feel differently about this, but for me polyamory is about radical openness to whatever happens to develop. » Read more
“I get that you’re poly and all, and you seem happy enough,” she says, “It’s just…”
“Well, what’s to stop any of you from running off with a new person the minute you fall in love? New people can be awfully shiny.”
I smile. “They sure can.”
“Seriously though,” » 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
I lost my belief in so many beautiful traditions long ago.
I raised myself on movies of the week and Hallmark moments. As my parents rarely commented on life’s “bigger issues” or even had many conversations beyond “I like what you’ve done with the meatloaf” with each other in front of us, » Read more
Just about everyone else in my family is Catholic (except for a few crazy uncles we were never allowed to associate with except for at large family gatherings). Many women in my family love angels. My mother is especially fond of them. She remarked on many occasions that it was a bizarre coincidence that I was born a week after my great grandmother died. » Read more
I’m the hyper, nauseatingly precocious kid in all the snaps, wearing an evening gown at the breakfast table, correcting my mother’s grammar in a Grover t-shirt. A good Catholic girl who still idolizes her father because he works 70 hours a week and never says anything to her.
Those are the years before I understand loneliness as more than an abstraction, » Read more