I don’t remember exactly who did what to whom, but I do remember it was glorious. We fell onto the bed, all three of us pulling off our clothes, wearing three matching grins. Afterwards, I would try and remember when exactly we all decided to stop. We were sweaty and giddy and making vague comments about how right it felt to fuck your friends.
Chapter 30 – Profiles: Vivian
I'm going to use this year’s V day as an excuse to tell you about one of my friends. I meet and make friends with many other poly people who have their own way of doing things. This new profiles series is about them.
Chapter 29 – Polyamory Post-Covid (+Recap)
I thought we’d emerge from lockdown victorious and thrumming with a desire for touch and connection. I had a glistening image of the nightclubs packed with thirsty, touch-starved people while a similar scene takes place online. Not quite.
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Hey lovelies. Thanks for sticking with me. By now it’s probably begun to seem like my blog has unceremoniously ended with a not-so-stellar post-Christmas special from early 2021. Well, when I decided a year ago to take a break from writing this blog, I didn’t expect so much time would pass before I returned to type …
Chapter 11 – Lorin (Part 2): Our One Night Together
We were clearly more than friends, but less than partners, still speaking every day, airing our grievances, but unable to be anything like what we had been. I encouraged him when he got down; he told me how I was free to go, he would understand, but he also told me what missing me did to him. I don’t know what to say about the impulse which led we who were poly to chase a behaviour that the monogamous have all but perfected. All I can say is that I admit that my jealousy for his time and his attention was strong.
Chapter 10 – Lorin (Part 1): The Other Man
It was a whole new arena. To be honest, I was shocked at my own surprise; after all, until the dawn of 2015, men had been all I’d ever known. But in 2018, for the first time I was swiping through male profiles on Tinder, meeting men outside of a school setting, a chance encounter, a longtime friendship. Lorin was one of the first I met. And, miraculously, he was by far the best.
Chapter 9 – Flora (Part 1): Remember Me Like This
Flora’s skepticism was her greatest gift to me. In questioning my motives for my actions I reaffirmed their importance to me, not as a blind ritual, but as an intentional act. My explanations to her gave me confidence, and it was confidence I needed at the time. They also, in the long game, fed the skepticism that keeps me questioning, keeps me open to incorporating new points of view and changing the way I live to fit new modes of thought, new understandings. Flora was a part of my evolution. She was also there for a pivotal part of it.
Chapter 2 – The Hub
Ozzy and I had pulled together to make the wedding we wanted; our friends and family were purchasing their tickets, checking the weather. And I, for an evening or a night every now and then, was darting off to do a dance in the dark with my others.
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