It’s a bit odd, these varied relationships I find myself in. It is delightful, most of the time, to discover that my polyamorous life includes all of the many varied flavors of human interaction. Some are loves that didn’t quite cross the sexual finish line, others are banged for fun and then done, others still are loves that transcend a physical relationship. Sometimes they remain undefined. You know who you are, I expect.
What is important to me, and I could kind of see in the hazy fog of pre-poly life, was the idea that I wanted “relationships to take their natural course” and not be defined by the existing social structures. I wanted deep sexual love where that was an option, but also, staying up all night talking about the existence of gods and aliens. I wanted both people to cheer me on, to wipe my tears away when shit went sideways and people to fuck my brains out. It’s all available now.
Letting Nature Take Its Course
In order to have both, you need to flaunt the social constraints that it’s “unwise” to have friends of the opposite gender or that any other important relationships must steal from your existing ones. Someone once told me that letting my husband go to a bookstore with another woman was tantamount to allowing him to cheat…what would she think now, I wonder…