I don’t like the term “polyamorous.”  It sounds like one of those hippy-dippy, overly inclusive, politically correct words that generally make me cringe.  My mother was a lesbian feminist who wore Birkenstocks, burned candles that she claimed had spiritual qualities, and read Tarot cards.  I veered away from that everyone-is-equal stuff.

I certainly believe in the ideal of equality and I’m definitely a feminist, but I don’t feel the need to be so fucking demonstrative about it, and to put labels on lifestyle choice – or lack thereof – is just silly.  I’ve said I’m bisexual for years, but who the fuck knows.  I fuck more men than women; I have more “relationships” with men than women.  Does that make me less “bi” than I should be to call myself bisexual?  Who the fuck cares?

So I reluctantly call myself polyamorous.  Sort of.  Actually, I’m hoping no one will ask.  And I don’t think I’ll find myself at “poly” events.  But while I really dig casual sex, I also like to have relationships with people with whom I also like fucking.  Non-traditional relationships.  I simply cannot do the monogamy thing, that’s obvious.  But neither do I want to do anything that even resembles monogamy.

I want big, amorphous groups of people I have sex with individually, and in groups small to large.  Mostly I want to be able to be open and honest, or at least not have to not talk if I feel like doing so.  Wouldn’t it be fun to introduce someone, “This is Bob.  He’s fun and dirty in bed”?  I certainly think it would.  Cause sometimes not disclosing those fun little facts just tears me up inside.

I jest.  I can absolutely use discretion.  And I do, often.  I also want to hear about others’ relationships and sex lives.  I’m perfectly fine with pseudonyms, but I want details like type of fucking, dirty factor, and fun quirks.

So I suppose if someone held a gun to my head (though I’d rather it was held elsewhere) and I had to place myself in a relationship lifestyle box I’d have to say I was polyamorous.  I will not go to “poly” events, dammit.

I swear.  True story.

Tags: fantasy, manners, threesome

Categories: True Story.

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3 Responses

1. Ralph:

   Amusing and topical.

   http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4294272957_8270b380e5.jpg

   23.01.2010 18:18

2. shazamsf:

   I agree! Great pic/t-shirt!

   23.01.2010 20:34

3. Liz Doherty:

   Thanks for this, food for thought on a rainy morning.

   25.01.2010 09:23