Interrupting. Ahhh… now, there’s a loaded topic.
I shudder involuntarily whenever the subject is broached. Not because I worry about getting interrupted. I don’t.
I have the other sort of baggage — where I worry I’m going to anger someone because I’ve inadvertently interrupted them.
What’s interesting is that I haven’t universally gotten this feedback from everyone I’ve known or anything. » Read more
Today’s article is a guest post by LadyHeat.
LadyHeat is a badass lesbian bitch who kicks in the teeth of marginalization. Her geeky interests are many and include comics, gaming, and dreaming of being a lady-romancing space pirate.
Today’s post is her third article for Poly Land. She previously contributed:
Being a Young Girl Was All About Mixed Messages
When I was a young girl, it often seemed like I was toeing a very thin invisible line, walking through the most narrow passage opening, sandwiched between two hard rock walls.
On one wall was the pressure to succeed, and on the other side, » Read more
We weren’t really dating, but I had gotten used to her. Gotten used to the sound of her voice. The feel of her body.
Got used to her naked form stretched out in the early morning sunlight, wrapped in bed sheets.
I got to know all of her bed sheets so well. » Read more
I’ve changed a lot over the years. I used to think that when you loved someone it meant that their fears took precedence over your own. And that you should do anything to keep from hurting them.
I still have an old journal from my first semester at college (1999). It has a fabric yellow cover, » Read more
PQ 19.7 — What happens if I or a partner of mine has an unexpected pregnancy?
I’ve Dated People With Children Before. I Would Again.
At one point in my polyamorous life, I had two pregnant girlfriends.
Well, sort of.
One I knew about since she was visibly and obviously pregnant. » Read more
I remember standing in the movie theater staring at a game I couldn’t take my eyes off. It was there, wedged in between the spiral wishing well funnel you dropped coins into and what was essentially a glorified mood ring, where you’d press as hard as you could, and it would tell you how stressed you were — » Read more
Occasionally, I wonder if I belong on “the scene,” curious because I regularly go to parties and events and have even toyed with the idea of teaching a class or two – and then after rejecting or ignoring a few dozen advances, I start to ask myself: Am I in the right place? Or is the scene better left to people who are still looking for play partners, » Read more