Not Poly, Just Amorous?

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So I think my last post might have confused people slightly (Coming out?  What?), as this little bitlet from the comments section {comments edited for relevance} so clearly illustrates:

Me:  Things are working just fine the way they are right now, taking into account the needs of all parties involved. But I *do* think about the who, what, how, when, and why of Coming Out where poly is concerned.

Jayne:  Aaahh so thats what you’re doing… I think I like poly.

Me:  (internal dialog = fuckshitdmnaduckeryfuckfuckfuckinglabelsfuckingHATEthem) I don’t buy into most of the “rules” and “definitions” for polyamory. And I intentionally choose NOT to label myself that way. (Thus, the title of this post.) But we do not have a traditional marriage by any means.

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I don’t know what to call this.

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Which, I think, is apropos.

I apologize in advance if this makes for disjointed reading.  Sometimes the best thing to do with jumbled thoughts is to just throw them out there.  Perhaps they will untangle themselves as they go.

Questions, comments, and general conversation welcome.

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A few nights ago, my husband lay beside me after getting off the phone with his (pseudo) girlfriend, let out a sleepy sigh, and asked: Continue reading →

Promise You'll Remember That You're Mine

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F U C K

This is fixation is Fatal’s fault.

Alterations

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The only man who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew every time he sees me, while all the rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them.

~ George Bernard Shaw